#and also a pious route

[doriansbutt]

I’m very late to the party but I’ve been searching for something to keep my attention while I wait for other games and just finished @anathemafiction ‘s the golden rose and??? I love it??? Notto loves Hadrian oh man what a fun route this is gonna be 🥺

#the golden rose #the golden rose if #Notto Romanus #my oc #he’s 50/50 on pious and sinful and 0 corrupted and very impulsive #I actually made this picrew before the cheek wound lol didn’t know that was gonna happen #I’m gonna do an evil route next mmhmm #and also a pious route #but evil first muahaha #I went in completely blind to this #and was pleasantly surprised #and I’m very interested to see how things play out in the future now that I know all the ROs?? #I haven’t gotten around to drawing Notto yet #sadly

[frankotalk]

im having so much fun writing cadet because hes just like this every day

#i love the kubrick stare its just the ocd stare to me #also i think in the end making caddy lamb a VN is the right idea because its a little easier to imply things about the characters this way #like you play as cadet so you have access to his journal and you can read it if you want to learn more about him #and when he experiences intrusive thoughts its a lot more personal and you are trapped in his head because he is the protagonist #and it makes the pious route a lot more interesting because you arent in his mind anymore but hes a lot more open about what hes thinking #but you also arent getting the full scope hes just kinda crazy and you deal with this explosive guy who let his anger issues take over #im just very invested in the ways in which i can convey what its like to have this shitass disorder #like making compulsions a thing that you have to actively choose not to do #and even if you consistently dont do them the options never disappear you just always have to say no #or give in and it doesnt make much of a difference #not so much that it ruins the player experience but just to make it apparent that it is an active battle to just be normal for 2 seconds #urgh i really am getting excited about this because it feels like im finally gonna be able to share this story #and actually be responsible for portraying a character with ocd who isnt like. a square who keeps things tidy. or whatever #not that its gonna be a complete game changer or even be noticed at all #i just need to put this story out there for myself more than anything to be honest

[romanticvampiric]

I forgot to tell you guys, but I recently got a PSP and was able to play HDB.ㅤヾ⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠)⁠ﾉ 🩷

( Ayato’s birthday photo cheek. I’m also uploading this to my yumeship account btw, cause I ALSO forgot ).

I must say that just with my recent experience with CL... playing the games instead of reading the translation is a TOTAL DIFFERENT experience indeed.

I certainly played Ayato’s route first and I love it, this could not have been possible in many years if a pious soul had not sold me the game for $300 PESOS❔❔ Thank you, universe, i’m a happy guy.

#( Don’t be surprised if I start buying the rest of the games ) #( I MEAN... I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS❔❔ ) #( I just want to play the games ) #diabolik lovers #diaboliklovers #dialover #diaboys #diahell #ディアラバ #ayato sakamaki #sakamaki ayato #otome games #otome

[myemuisemo]

Suddenly, Letters from Watson dumps us in the middle of the Great American Desert (part 1 of "On the Great Alkali Plain," 2/7/24). This is not anywhere I expected to be transported from London, and the contrast makes the Mountain West feel exotic for a minute.

The Great American Desert -- stretching from about Grand Island, Nebraska to the Sierras and pretty much the entire north-south length of the U.S. -- had become a thing of legend since explorers' accounts in the 1820s. When Dad and I drove across it in 2022, we talked about how incredibly daunting it must have been for emigrants seeking their land of milk and honey on the Pacific coast.

The way we went, out I-80, Nebraska shifts from green to gray as it rises toward the Rockies. After a while, the wind picks up as you go uphill into Wyoming. There's a lot of Wyoming, and after Cheyenne and Laramie (both of which would be small towns in most states), it's very, very empty. When we finally started the descent toward Salt Lake City, and the little valleys beside the road turned green with running water, it was truly like entering paradise.

Of course, in 1847, Salt Lake City was just barely being settled, as Brigham Young led his Latter Day Saints west from Council Bluffs, and its location wasn't part of the U.S. yet.

The Mexican-American war had started the prior year, 1846, and was still going. Spring-summer of 1846 saw the Bear Flag Revolt in California, followed by the U.S. just annexing the state. Gold wouldn't be discovered at Sutter's Mill until 1849, so while emigration to California happened -- the Donner Party made their ill-fated trip in 1846-47 -- it wasn't anything like the scope of movement along the Oregon Trail.

As far as I can tell, "Sierra Blanco" is not a real place. There's a Sierra Blanca in New Mexico -- which would fit with all the specific landscape, plus White Sands National Park in New Mexico specifically has alkali flats. Last time I drove through New Mexico on I-40, in late 2018, it was delightfully desolate, so I can buy that in 1847, it seemed completely empty, with even the native peoples avoiding some stretches.

Why anyone would be crossing New Mexico is a mystery, since neither Arizona nor southern California were much settled by Americans. There was some sort of wagon route across New Mexico used by U.S. soldiers during the Mexican-American War, so if I'd expect anyone to be about, it'd be the U.S. Army.

Utah, now, is downright famous for its salt flat, but that's west of the site of Salt Lake City.

Regardless, parties screwing up their trip to the west by taking an imprudent shortcut or mistaking the route was definitely both a thing that happened and, thanks to the Donner Party, a trope. Our haggard and starving traveler sounds about right.

Then he reveals a Plucky Innocent Victorian Child.

That "pretty little girl of about five years of age" is the absolute ideal of Victorian childhood, being perfectly behaved, utterly imperturbable, determined to see the best in all things, sweet, trusting, and looking forward to being reunited with her mother in heaven.

This kind of child is why Louisa May Alcott was seen as innovative for writing Little Woman about girls who worked on their character flaws. (This is also the ideal the March girls were being aimed at. Polly in An Old-Fashioned Girl comes closer, but even Polly would have been upset about being hopelessly lost in the desert with no water.) Contrast this with the street urchins that Holmes employs in his investigation, who are good enough sorts but scrappy, resourceful, and street smart.

Ordinarily, a Victorian child who was utterly sweet and pious would be a cinnamon roll, literally too good, too pure for this world, and thus would die beautifully but tragically before long. Being lost in the desert seems ideal for this, but --

She turns to prayer, and since someone must survive in order for this scene to be relevant,

Yes, darn it, I am on the edge of my seat to know what happens. I'm also grateful that crossing the Great American Desert in 2022 was a quicker process. I've been reading Carey Williams' old-but-interesting California: The Great Exception, which has a lot to say about how 19th century isolation shaped California's economy and power structure, not always for good. But that's neither here nor there -- I don't think we're headed to California.

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes

[artbyblastweave]

Gideon the Ninth Liveread, Chapter 12

Longest of these yet. In which we meet the sixth house, get even more of a sense of the shape of Gideon’s Harrow obsession, and analyse the incongruity of Canaan House as it relates to a certain suite of YA tropes.

We open with Teacher, the fucking comedian. The Tridentarius assessment was wrong; probing the priests produces zilch, The specifics of the trials, whatever they may be, remain unclear. Teacher, for reasons unknown but well-in-fitting with his would-be trickster archetype, fraternizes with the isolated weirdo.

Gideon’s rundown of the necros and cavs conspicuously leaves the sixth unaccounted for, bar their general absence; this feels important. Potentially they’ve gone the route Harrow did of sequestering themselves. Her commentary on the eighth provides some clarity; they’re second-to-last house before the Ninth, their aesthetic inverse, and apparently aggressively pious; there’s a religious schism at play. Very likely the eighth wants to assume the duties of the ninth, and given the ninth’s sorry state would have very good grounds to do so if it got out how badly things are going. Other points of note: The second house dyad seems to not want to be there. Earlier I speculated that at least one house was going to turn out to have sent someone primarily to keep up with the joneses; I suspected that it was Dulcinea, given how she seems like she’s about to keel over, but given that the second appears to lean more heavily into the conventional military side of things, it might be them.

Something of note is that Gideon isn’t disdaining the idea of breaking down barriers and making friends; when she alludes to the tried-and-true pillar of the John-Hughes industrial complex, it’s in the context of feeling unhappy that it hasn’t happened yet. Once again she’s offloading her failure to fit in onto Harrow’s “Ambience;” without really taking into account the whole, “never talking or expressing yourself” thing that she’s stuck to like glue thus far. You can argue that that’s also downstream of Harrow but Harrow, again, isn’t around to enforce anything she told Gideon to do, and hasn’t been for several chapters; I get the impression there’s a form of learned helplessness going on. 

Interesting progression of Gideon’s relationship with Dulcinea. Hard to gauge the degree to which Gideon MINDS Dulcinea’s (expressly) master-servant interpretation of their (friend?)ship. Does Gideon mind less when the desire for service is explicit? When the requests are clear and specific? How much of the dysfunction with Harrow is that Harrow has no carrot behind the stick, never actually asked for anything and just impeded Gideon?

So Gideon wanted to do war crimes in exchange for a Big Ti- I’m not typing the rest of that out. But I think I called the flower wars thing! They kill people for thanergy.

This highlights something I’ve found extremely interesting about Gideon’s character; she’s essentially a protagonized Legate Lanius. Her goal and aspiration was to become one of the frontline hapless shitsacks that I hunt for sport whenever I boot up Fallout: New Vegas out of nostalgia. Everything we’ve seen of her childhood in the Ninth, and the myriad of ways that this fucked her up- this would be information thrown in near the bottom of an optional dialogue tree, a brief concession to the material causes that create evil people, before the player goes right back to coming up with the most over-the-top possible method of killing this faceless, unnegotiable final boss. And the fact that it’s Gideon- funny, likeable Gideon- being the one to narrate this, with no attempts to justify or rationalize it, no pause indicating that she feels a need to, is a fantastic signifier that a moral lens is absolutely the wrong frame with which to judge this story and these characters. Everyone in Canaan house is some flavor of bastard, maniac or dupe; that that’s price of admission. All that’s left is to watch them bounce off each other, to follow the horrible inexorable logic driving their characters. You are not invited here to Pass Judgement on their horrific ideals or moral behaviors; you are here to Bear Witness and hope they muddle through the Situation (capital intended) that they are about to be in. I like this.

Oh yeah. Immediate follow-up section of the fantasy. Gideon wants what she’s doing to MATTER to Harrow. Hers is not a fantasy in which Harrow is dead or deposed. Hers is a fantasy in which Harrow is comfortably in charge of things and receiving letters about Gideon’s exemplary success.

Interesting exposition on how only a select amount of Canaan House is accessible by default. A very specific section. This is a challenge.

And now Harrow is missing. Here we ought to note that Gideon only notices this because of how heavily she’s scrutinizing Harrow’s comings and goings, that she can notice no minute changes in Harrow’s bedsheets.

If “Harrow were the type (to run away) Gideon’s childhood would have been a hell of a lot smoother.” Okay. This is Interesting. Did Gideon think about cutting Harrow in on an escape plan at one point? If she tried 86 times, she must have thought to try this once. The incentives are there, for someone in Harrow’s position. I wonder if she got as far as voicing this idea to Harrow. I sense an AU point of divergence.

Big fan of the “their subsequent marriage” gag. I don’t remember if I’ve harped on this yet, but Gideon is a silent protagonist from the perspective of everyone in the story bar her own. To the extent that it is Gideon narrating, all of the commentary is for her own benefit. it’s just how she thinks. (I’m not sure if this is third person limited or not, there’s been a few spots where it felt like someone commenting on Gideon rather than Gideon’s internal monologue.) 

A brief detail in the prose search montage (which is very easy to visualize as a filmed sequence); the skeletons are cleaning the pool- the pool specifically, out of the entire massive complex- and neither Magnus or Jeanmary seem to understand why. But the space has been getting progressively less shitty over the last few chapters. How long is that door Gideon found going to go unremarked upon?

Once again, this focus on Gideon’s frustration at Harrow not THANKING Gideon. The written version of an old chestnut visual gag, wherein she  “gives up” and then immediately resumes the search in the next paragraph. The default behavior is to search.

So Gideon finds her way into a lobby space, accessible through an extremely unintuitive path. Even when this space was in use, this would have been a very roundabout way to get to what’s being framed as a very officious space, in comparison to the very residential space of the main living space. I’m a little unclear of the topography here, but I think Gideon is out of bounds.

Here we meet the Sixth House duo.  Ignore what I said above about everyone at Canaan house being dupes, maniacs or bastards; Palamedes and Camilla are the protagonists of a very different kind of YA story than Gideon. We’re looking at Holmes and Watson. Artemis and Butler. One of the meaner Doctors and more militant companions. Encyclopedia Brown and the girl he kept on hand to beat up his enemies (Am I remembering that detail right, that he had some muscle on hand at all times? Anyway. These are the kind of protagonists who start out within the system but then reason their way out from under their conditioning due to their Commitment To Higher Principles Like Truth, thus bringing the entire system crashing down. Inside the first few lines- “there’s a wrong thing here.” “Anything can lie.”

And, to scrutinize what he’s saying a little more- Canaan house is weird. The lack of rhyme and reason in the architecture is reflected in the age of the building- not even room by room, but down to the individual materials within one room. The oldest successful psychometric reading is 9000 years old; but if I recall correctly, this is after people supposedly stopped using Canaan house for anything. Both of Palamedes’s theories ring true; it’s possible that the building was fished out the garbage heap, or that it is lying on a molecular level. I’ve got a theory about what’s going on here, which I’ll get into at the end of this.

Camilla is the first woman Gideon gets the opportunity to fight. She’s attracted to Dulcinea- oh my god, the Dulcinea effect, Don Quixote, how did I not notice this earlier. She’s attracted to Coronabeth because Coronabeth is incredibly hot. Camilla, she seems to be attracted to on the basis of their mutual kickassery. The Canaan house dating sim has revealed its fourth candidate.

This is the second time we see a Necromancer in combat, after Harrow at the drill shaft. Palamedes’s stunt with the fuck-you-and-the-meat-you-walked-in-on kill field tells us three things. It gives us context for what a top-tier necromancer from another house looks like in a fight. It gives us context for how powerful Harrow is in comparison to everyone else- Palamedes is only sweating a little blood. And it gives us a sense of why Cavaliers are necessary; Palamedes couldn’t have executed this without Camilla keeping Gideon pinned down. As he says in a few lines- if he’d tried this solo, he’d probably be dead, and he couldn’t keep doing this in a protracted fight.

“Policy Wonks on the Sixth,“ huh. I’ve been wondering what the governance looks like in the rest of the Empire.

Because necromancers lived bad lives, he added: “To clarify. Her intravenous blood. Her intravenous blood.” I love this book. I feel inspired to draw this scene specifically.

Gideon hears that Harrow may have maybe lost some blood and into mom-lifting-a-minivan overdrive she goes. In this sequence we learn that Palamedes is a man with an extremely strong understanding of Necromancy and that Harrow is panicked enough that she works right past everything he’s saying. This is an example of a situation where the narration diverges from what Gideon is actually aware of; We the audience get some juicy tidbits about the ins and outs of necromancy, and we get a description of how much of it Gideon retained, but this is implicitly being reported by a third party.

This is the first time Gideon has spoken in like 6 chapters; she speaks to a pair of individuals utterly unconcerned with addressing the discrepancy, instead focusing on the task at hand. I like the looks of these guys.

Everyone was issued a key ring and told not to open any locked doors. Well. It’s not a locked door if you unlock it first, and then open it.

It’s never a good sign when a lab is soundproofed.

So Harrow is in a Bone Cocoon. Gideon says she can take it from here; Palamedes pointedly (and rightly!) ignores her and runs a medical test on Harrow to make sure she isn’t about to die. Here we get an interesting split between “Curative Science” and Necromancy; presumably, there’s some stuff in this setting that necromancy can’t obviate the way it did robotics, and it makes sense that “making people healthy” is one of those things. (as opposed to “keeping them alive-” Hi, Dulcinea!)

Her fantasies where she.... dumps Harrow off the landing pad. Yes, Gideon. This is what you want to internalize the sensation of lifting Harrow up for.

Probably worth noting that the exact manner in which the bone cocoon collapsed was of interest to Palamedes; Gideon derides him for whipping out a ruler, but Palamedes has been pretty firmly established as a guy who Knows His Shit (tm). Anything of minute interest to him is probably worth remembering.

The last line- “I thought that would wake her up-” really cements my read on Palamedes as a little shit but also a fundamentally good person, which Camilla shores up with the “He did this for free” line; her loyalty to him seems earned. These seem like people who help people; they belong in another, happier series, where they walk the earth as private investigators, righting wrongs. It also shows that he’s self-aware enough in his little-shittery to simultaneously work over all of the egos at play, while still indulging his little-shit instincts.

So anyway. Here’s a thought I had, have, and will continue to have, which started around chapter 8 but, with the tomfoolery of chapter 12, is now basically cemented; I think that Canaan House is heavily, heavily in conversation with, and providing criticism of, the worldbuilding of Harry Potter. You’ve got the Houses, politicking and jockeying- except there’s an in-built artificiality, religiosity and militarism to it that makes it parse as rancid immediately rather than on reflection as an adult. You’ve got the kooky, wise-but-elderly mentor who clearly knows more than he’s letting on, who pays special attention to the outcast- except, as I brought up in chapter 8, he’s doing this from such a clear position of incredible institutional power that the Dumbledore routine is impossible to take seriously, because he’s a face of whimsy plastered over something bad. You have the massive, nonsensical academy, simultaneously labyrinthine and homey- except that Gideon the Ninth is holding the premise of a space like Hogwarts to the fire. It feels too big for the student body because it is, there’s only about 20 people on the whole planet, and upkeep is obviously prohibitive, and people are offput and unnerved by the space, they ask the questions akin to asking about why Hogwarts was built with so many moving staircases and hazardous flora. Out of universe, Hogwarts, and the whole wizarding world, is a thinly-conceived nonsensical playground, painted with a veneer of deep history but really meant as a vehicle for the core cast to get up to whacky, unsanctioned misadventures, all of which are, within the universe, not supposed to be happening. I think the exact same thing is happening in Canaan House, but it’s diegetic. I think that the whole space was engineered from the ground up, relatively recently, by people who’ve read YA, for the express purpose of providing a sandbox in which stuff like Gideon’s excursion with the sixies can happen as the candidates grope towards Lyctorhood. This has the energy of an unsanctioned sortie but it’s clearly along the lines of what they were eventually intended to do, given the keys. There is so much artifice, to all of this- and we have enough context about this society to know that it’s a sinister artifice. The light at the end of this carefully constructed tunnel is almost certainly an oncoming train. 

#gideon the ninth liveread #gideon the ninth #gideon the 9th #gtn #the locked tomb #the locked tomb liveread #tlt #blastweave livereads #gideon nav #harrowhawk nonagesimus #palamedes sextus #camilla hect #thoughts #meta #analysis

[we-do-bones-bracket]

Who did bones the best?

here are the finalized brackets! the tournament will be split into two brackets. the finalists of both will go up against each other to determine the winner. characters who were the most popular during submissions will join in round 2

rules & guidelines

about spoilers

matches under cut!

Abraham "Brom Bones" van Brunt (Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story) vs. Skull (One Piece)

Laudna (Critical Role) vs. Sese Kitsugai (Len'en Project)

Benny (Halloweentown) vs. Enki Ankarian (Fear & Hunger)

Stalhorse (The Legend of Zelda) vs. Skeleton Horse (Minecraft)

Skeleton Mob (Minecraft) vs. Stallord (The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess)

Ryuk (Death Note) vs. Sam Day Break (Paradise Killer)

Adalman (That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime) vs. Hero's Shade/Hero's Spirit (The Legend of Zelda)

Sir Daniel Fortesque (MediEvil) vs. Skeletor (He-Man)

The Forgotten (Binding of Isaac) vs. Countess Ariadne de Winter (Til Death Do Us Bard)

Kel'thuzad (Warcraft) vs. Christopher Flores (Wayward Children)

The Lich King/Arthas Menethil (Warcraft) vs. Bones (Johannes Cabal the Necromancer)

Toro Muerto (The Book of Life) vs. Yodomi Arakawa (Skeleton Double)

Immortan Joe (Mad Max Fury Road) vs. Laika (Laika: Aged Through Blood)

Clinkz (DOTA 2) vs. Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck (Bleach)

Ianthe Tridantarius (The Locked Tomb) vs. Zenon Zogratis (Black Clover)

Palamedes Sextus (The Locked Tomb) vs. Ketheric Thorm (Baldur's Gate 3)

Ruth Fleming (Nerdy Prudes Must Die) vs. Dr. Bones Cookie (Cookie Run)

Misetani Box (Dai Dark) vs. Frank (Generation Loss)

Shimada Death (Dai Dark) vs. Bone (Warriors)

Kurloz Makara (Homestuck) vs. Mamà Imelda (Coco)

Jake English (Homestuck) vs. Hector (Coco)

SkullBaluchimon (Digimon) vs. Skullgreymon (Digimon)

SkullKnightmon (Digimon) vs. Jolly Roger

Cubone (Pokémon) vs. Ryme (Pokémon Scarlet and Violet)

Skeletal Dragon (The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim) vs. Boneknapper (How to Train Your Dragon)

Shinnok (Mortal Kombat) vs. Hector (Castlevania)

Lady Micte (Maya and the Three) vs. Conway (Kentucky Route Zero)

Veralidaine "Daine" Sarrasi (The Immortal Quartet) vs. Pious Augustus (Eternal Darkness: Sanity's Requiem)

Zélie Adebola (Children of Blood and Bone) vs. SkekMal the Hunter (The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance)

The Hound (RWBY) vs. Nuckelavee (RWBY)

Nina Zenik (Six of Crows) vs. Undertaker (Black Butler)

Yorick (Hamlet) vs. Pale Rider (Persona)

Skelita Calaveras (Monster High) vs. Hell Biker (Persona)

Nico Di Angelo (Percy Jackson) vs. Bone Ravage (Fortnite)

Death (Discworld) vs. Mort (Hello from the Hallowoods)

Acererak (Dungeons & Dragons) vs. Skid (Spooky Month)

Boneyard (Dungeons & Dragons) vs. Lord Hater (Wonder Over Yonder)

Necrodeus (Kirby Mass Attack) vs. Jack Skellington (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Skelly (Hades) vs. Nagash (Warhammer Fantasy Battle)

Lady Bone Demon (Lego Monkie Kid) vs. Dry Bowser (Mario)

King (The Owl House) vs. Dry Bones (Mario)

Dyre Ode/Dyre Owed (Friends at the Table) vs. The Children of the Hydra's Teeth (Jason and the Argonauts (1963))

Qiu Congxue (Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know) vs. Death (The Arcana)

Kimimaro Kaguya (Naruto) vs. Gold Skull (The Sexy Brutale)

Death the Kid (Soul Eater) vs. Keyes (Fairy Tail)

Skull Knight (Berserk) vs. Director Bones (DC Comics) Bone (One Punch Man)

Lord Death Man (DC Comics) vs. Mister Bones (DC Comics)

Death (Horrible Histories) vs. Ebisu (Dorohedoro)

Skeleton (I Spy Spooky Mansion) vs. Skullomania/Saburo Nishikoyama (Street Fighter EX)

Skull Man (Mega Man) vs. SkullMan.exe (Mega Man)

A Real Magic Skeleton (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes) vs. Skully (Scary Godmother)

Marquis (Parahumans) vs. Morgo (Little Misfortune)

Señor Huseo (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) vs. Brian Laborn/Grue (Parahumans)

Grim (The Grim Adventures) vs. Pluto (Library of Ruina)

Queen Rohaan (Watermelon) vs. Kamen Raider Genm/Kuroto Dan (Kamen Rider Ex-Aid)

Fone Bone (Bone) vs. Smiley Bone (Bone) vs. Phonciple P. "Phoney" Bone (Bone)

#bracket

[blessed1neha]

Jupiter in Fourth House

Jupiter in Fourth House

Jupiter in Fourth House will fosters a close relationship between you and your parents, makes you attached to your home country, and promotes your growth and prosperity. Additionally, it helps you develop a strong bond with your spouse and kids. You become upright and behave well as a result. When Jupiter is in this house and it is in its own sign or an exalted sign, it might create a Hamsa Yoga that will elevate your standing in life. Effects of Jupiter in 4th House Jupiter in the fourth house raises your own wealth and improves your happiness. You become honourable, wealthy, wise, quick to pick things up, and content. Jupiter is in a prosperous position near your birthplace at this time, and you could acquire enormous fortune as a result. You have a strong desire to, are extremely intelligent, and knowledgeable. Jupiter's position right now is quite positive and bestows upon you all of life's comforts, including a nice home and a supportive family. You'll prosper in your hometown and have access to financial assistance from relatives when you need it. Even after hardships, you will succeed and be able to overcome obstacles. Your mother and you share a strong bond, and you learn moral principles from her. Your family can provide you with not just material but also psychological support. You treat your spiritual mentor with respect and are very pious.

When Jupiter is in this position, you get along well with your siblings and enjoy your time together. This combo enables you to inspire others and spread joy. By working hard, you can change your luck. You gain a good outlook and influence in all facets of your life as a result. You are skilled at closing lucrative real estate deals and amass a large portfolio of properties. You have excellent intuition abilities and strong interpersonal ties thanks to this placement. You become more curious and playful as a result.

Jupiter's placement in the fourth house has certain negative effects, such as rigidity, interference in other people's affairs, being overly pleasant, manipulation, etc. Others won't like your interfering in their affairs. You wish to maintain your point of view because you are not yet ready to adapt to that of others. You are good at manipulating situations, but occasionally this can lead to misunderstandings in your relationships.

Positive Jupiter Positive Jupiter in the fourth house indicates that you are pious, good at learning, highly motivated, fortunate, kind, honest, and confident. Jupiter's negative polarity is determined by the zodiac sign, exact degree, conjunction, and influences other planets have on you.

Negative Jupiter Your rigidity and manipulativeness are caused by a negative Jupiter in the fourth house. A negative polarity of Jupiter is once again determined by the Zodiac sign, exact degree, conjunction, and affects other planets have on you. Some notable sign placements for Jupiter in 4th House Cancer-Jupiter: You get wisdom, education, literary talent, empathy, and creativity through this job. Additionally, it improves mental capacity. You receive several sources of money and strong financial standing while Jupiter is exalted.

Sagittarius-Jupiter: This combination bestows upon you a tendency toward spiritualism and a love of travel. It endows you with a powerful will and an impressive personality.

Capricorn-Jupiter: Jupiter is weak in this location, which makes things difficult for you and makes your route less straightforward. It makes you diligent but resistant to constraints and restraints.

Pisces-Jupiter: You become upright and virtuous, and fame and fortune are bestowed upon you. You always have a helping hand available.

Retrograde Jupiter in 4th House: Your inner development, reconnecting with the divine, and aligning with its power are all marked by Jupiter's retrogression in the fourth house.

Combust Jupiter in 4th House: A combust Jupiter in the fourth house slows down the process of growth and your fortune will also not be on your side. There may be difficulty in using your knowledge.

Common Yoga positions possible with Jupiter in 4th House

Hamsa Yoga: Jupiter's placement in the fourth house causes the formation of the hamsa. It is a potent yoga that develops your personality into one that is strong and well-liked. Additionally, it bestows upon you all of life's comforts. You become a terrific person who is generous and well-known in the spiritual community as a result.

Gaj Kesari Yoga: A Gaj Kesari Yoga could also occur if the Moon conjoins Jupiter in the fourth house, bestowing upon you strength, influence, and fortune.

#astrology #vedic astrology #vastu shastra expert #astro notes #vastu #vaastu #aries astrology #astro placements #astro posts #Vedic Jyotish Online #vedic astro observations #astrology numerology vedicastrology #hindu vedic #vedicknowledge #astrology numerology vedicastrology #vedic #vedicmaths #vedicscience #vedic chart #Jyotish #Kundali #online kundali #vedas #vedic astro notes #rg veda #yajurveda #rigveda #vedanta #hamsa #jupiter

[taintedevesayori]

Diabolik Lovers More, Blood - Sayo's Route: Dark Prologue

Sayo's Route Masterlist

((Okay so quick author's note. No, I'm not giving up on Tainted Eve. I've just got a bit of a writer's block with the story right now. But I really wanted to keep writing, so I thought it might be fun to write as if Sayo was in the More, Blood game. It's given me some inspiration.

Because of that, some scenarios are heavily inspired by scenes from the game and this prologue is one of them because obviously the first prologue of the game sets up the game. Others will have more original content.

Because this is game specific, I changed up Sayo's background a bit. In this universe, Sayo has never met Karlheinz before being brought to the Sakamaki manor, although his presence in her life is still the same, she just didn't know about it. She knows nothing about the Adam and Eve plan. Her friends also do not go to Ryoutei Academy due to the church she grew up in being in a nearby town, Sayo was forced to transfer schools when she moves.

Also I am aware Sayo is not using traditional honorifics like -san when speaking to the brothers. I've never used them in Tainted Eve but I never established that with her character, she picks and chooses who she uses honorifics with based on who she actually respects and how close she is with someone. Game CG is from the More, Blood prologue))

Monologue

A normal life That’s really all I wanted I guess normal wasn’t in the cards for me But escape is still possible I remind myself of this each day

-Sayo and the Sakamaki brothers are in the limousine on their way to school. Sayo is staring off into the distance, ignoring the others

Monologue

Half a year ago, I would have laughed in your face if someone told me I would be living in a mansion and riding to school in a limo with a bunch of rich boys, but unfortunately that was my reality now.  I’m an orphan, abandoned by my parents as a baby. I was given to a church in the next town over from where I live now shortly after I was born. It was just a place to sleep and eat.  My personality tended to conflict with the strict and pious nature of the church, but I tried to reign myself in the best I could to avoid the punishments the nuns liked to use against troublemakers.  To their displeasure, I was out with friends more often than not instead. But they looked the other way for the most part since I was out of the way.  I used to have friends. Leiko, Kisa, Emi, and Rena were my best friends. But ever since I had been forced to move here, I hadn’t been able to talk to them much.  Half a year ago was when the church decided to get rid of me to solve their problem. Tougo Sakamaki, a politician and proprietor of the church, was seeking a prospective bride for his sons. I had done some digging, and apparently he had done this before. Tougo Sakamaki was also known as Karlheinz Sakamaki, the king of the vampires…and these prospective brides were also called sacrificial brides. Who knew if they all came from the church, but it was probably an easy way to snatch unwanted girls like me.  And so, I was sent to live with his six sons-Shu, Reiji, Ayato, Laito, Kanato, and Subaru. It didn’t go over well. The dynamic in the household was chaotic for a while. I wasn’t the type to roll over and accept my new position as prey for six vampires.  Normally this would have gotten me killed right away, but I had an interest in fighting and weapons. I always carried at least one pocket knife. I was quick to dodge and find my way out of sticky situations. That included hitting people away from me if need be.  Of course vampires were stronger than me, and it only served to piss them off. However, Karlheinz actually witnessed one of these interactions right away. He thought it was amusing and decided I had a greater chance of surviving “the awakening”. So I’m still alive and we’ve learned to tolerate each other. They still attempt to take my blood, but they aren’t always successful. I’m good at slipping away, thankfully. I still manage to irritate them sometimes, but apparently none of them can say they truly hate me.  After half a year, we had learned more about each other, even though I still keep a wall up to stop them from getting too close. They wish I would have a better attitude about this, considering I’m supposed to be a bride eventually.  At least, that’s what they think. I have other ideas on the matter. 

Subaru: Oi, Sayo. Are you spacing out?

Laito: Nfu~ Lost in thought again. Hey, I know you’re always thinking about me but-

Subaru: Enough of that. Oi, Sayo!

-Sayo glances over at Subaru

Sayo: Hm?

Kanato: You’re awfully inconsiderate…having the nerve to get lost in thought.

Sayo: Haah…Did you need something, Subaru?

Subaru: Not really…

-Sayo cocks an eyebrow at him

Sayo: Really?

-The car suddenly brakes

Sayo: Huh?!

Ayato: Woah?!

-The car begins to crash

Sayo: Shit…!

-Sayo’s vision fades to white. She is faced with a man she has never seen before, although feels as if she vaguely recognizes him. 

?Karlheinz?: You have awakened, Eve.

Sayo: Huh?! Who the hell are you?!

?Karlheinz?: You are interested in knowing who I am?

Sayo: Obviously…and while you’re at it, where am I?

?Karlheinz?: Fufu..Eve is quite curious, aren’t you? 

Sayo: My name isn’t Eve. Are you sure you have the right person?

?Karlheinz?: You have kept me waiting long enough. Even though the apple should have ripened naturally, it has rotted away instead…

Sayo: What are you ranting about? You sound crazy…

?Karlheinz?: What do you think caused it to rot away?

-Sayo simply stares, tired of his cryptidness

?Karlheinz?: You don’t know? The next time we meet, I am sure you will have a guess.

-The man fades away. When Sayo opens her eyes, the triplets are leaning over her. She is sitting on the ground, Laito keeping her upright. The other three brothers are standing nearby. 

(Was I just hallucinating because of the car crash…? I must have hit my head…)

Sayo: W-What the hell…?

Ayato: Oi, Sayo!

Kanato: Geez…You’re awake.

Sayo: What the hell happened…?

Reiji: Good grief…I am surprised you of all people would pass out. We were talking about where the culprit of the accident has run off to. Pulling a hit and run like that….they sure have guts.

Ayato: Think a human is behind it?

Reiji: I doubt this is the work of a human. Our car was being driven by a familiar. 

Laito: Hm…Then it would have to be someone from the Demon World, I suppose?

Subaru: I wouldn’t call this unusual. Our family has plenty of enemies.

Shu: Haah…This sucks. 

Reiji: Either way, let’s go. The familiars can clean up the mess. 

Sayo: Never really considered you guys would be attacked like this. 

-Laito helps her stand

Sayo: Thanks, I guess.

Laito: No problem, Sayo-chan~ You can pay me back with a kiss~

-Sayo takes his hand, placing a kiss on his knuckles

Sayo: There, debt paid.

Laito: Aw~ That wasn’t a very fun spot.

Sayo: You’re lucky you got a kiss at all. Now are we going or what?

-Later on before school, Sayo is walking to class with the triplets

Ayato: It’s been a while since we’ve been directly attacked, right?

Sayo: Were you attacked a lot in the past?

Kanato: We’ve been targeted plenty of times before.

Sayo: Why’s that?

Laito: Nfu~ Because this world is full of fools? They’ll never stop trying to steal that man’s throne.

???: You there.

Ayato: Hah? Who the fuck are you?

???: Eh? Me? My name is Reinhart. I’m the school doctor.

Laito: Hm? That’s odd…I’m pretty sure it was a woman until now…

Reinhart: She is on maternity leave, so I am  taking her place.

Laito: Hmm…I see.

Sayo: Haah…Chill out you two. Did you need something, sensei?

Reinhart: Right. Could you come with me? I would like to speak with you.

Sayo: Me?

Ayato: Oi, you bastard…The fuck are you planning?

Sayo: Ayato calm down! There’s nothing wrong with a teacher wanting to talk to a student. Why are you freaking out?

Reinhart: When I spotted you all earlier, I noticed you looked a little pale. I wanted to make sure you were alright.

Sayo: We got into a small car accident earlier but I’m just fine, sir.

Reinhart: If it was a car accident, you should let me take a look at you, just in case.

-Laito latches onto her arm

Laito: Let’s go to the infirmary, Sayo-chan~ That’s much better than listening to boring lectures.

Ayato: Laito, you jerk…! I won’t let you hog her.

Laito: I’m not doing that. Nfu~ I’m just skipping. Consider this a humble gift from Sayo-chan. Why don’t you two join us?

Kanato: Laito has a point. Let us go. Sensei, do you have an sweets?

Reinhart: ...Seems like you have a couple of ‘knights in shining armor’, huh?

Sayo: Honestly…Haah..I didn’t want to go in the first place! You guys are a pain!

-The group follow Reinhart to the infirmary. He performs a light physical exam on Sayo while asking a lot of questions, much to Sayo’s annoyance

Laito: How exactly were you able to judge her condition from far away, sensei?

Reinhart: Hm…Her aura, I suppose.

-Sayo cocks an eyebrow at him

Sayo: Aura? What does that have to do with health?

Reinhart: Hahaha. That’s just something I can see. This time it seems I was right since you did get into a car crash. It seems like you really are doing okay, though.

Laito: Hey, hey, sensei~ What color is her aura? Vibrant pink?

-Sayo shakes her head

Sayo: I highly doubt that. Pink doesn’t suit me.

Ayato: Well...you have a point.

Reinhart: Hahaha. It is a bit difficult to explain using colors…hers would be like a kaleidoscope, a color that shifts depending how you look at it. At first, you think there’s nothing there but when you begin to move it, you see that there are many colors and aspects to her you’ve never seen before.

Laito: Heh…?

Kanato: Hmph…I can’t insult her when you say it like that…

Sayo: That’s….certainly not what I expected, sensei.

Reinhart: Don’t mind me, that’s just the feeling I get. Well, how are you feeling? 

Sayo: I’m just fine.

(We’ll just neglect to mention the hallucination. That will bring more problems I don’t need…)

Reinhart: I see. That’s good then.

Ayato: Oi, teach, offer us something to drink...maybe something to eat, too.

Reinhart: Oh my…Classes will resume shortly. You don’t want to be late.

Ayato: Huh?! What was that?

Laito: I’d love to stay a little longer, though. Come on, Sayo-chan, you should join me in this bed. It’ll be fun, you know~?

-Sayo shoots up from her chair, heading for the door

Sayo: Yeah, no. I’m going to class.

Kanato: I won’t go. Right, Teddy?

Reinhart: Come on, I’ll give you a candy.

Kanato: Heh. I see you are trying to bribe me. However, I’ll accept your puny candies. 

Reinhart: Please drop by anytime you need.

-The group leaves the infirmary

Laito: Don’t you think he was a little suspicious?

Ayato: You have a point…

Sayo: What about him was suspicious, exactly…? Seemed like a normal teacher to me. Although a little quirky.

Kanato: That’s not it! He…must be fond of you…

Laito: Nfu~ So we all thought so. 

Sayo: Ahaha! Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? You guys are definitely imagining things.

Ayato: It was so obvious! You’re too damn cheeky, Sayo!

(They’re pretty worked up….This probably won’t turn out well. Better make a break for it before things get any worse.)

Sayo: We’re going to be late for class!

-Sayo runs away down the hall

Ayato: Oi! Wait, dammit!

Laito: Aw~ Ditched again~

-After school, Sayo is in the garden, taking out the trash to finish her cleaning duty

?Ruki?: Is it really okay for livestock to leave its master’s side and wander around like you are?

-Sayo turns to look, at first not realizing he was speaking to her. She glares once she realizes he’s looking straight at her

Sayo: Excuse me? Are you talking to me?

?Yuma?: Of course we’re talkin’ to you! Fuck off with that shit!

?Azusa?: We can finally…talk to you…Eve…

(Eve…? Where have I heard that before? That hallucination…?)

?Kou?: Hey, hey~ No need to be so frightened, M-neko-chan~

Sayo: What did you just call me?! Besides, you’ve got the wrong person. My name isn’t Eve.

-Sayo tries to walk away but ?Yuma? steps in front of her

?Yuma?: Hold on.

-?Yuma? grabs her before she can go around him. She struggles to get out of his grip

Sayo: Hey! Get off dammit! 

?Yuma?: Tch! Stop struggling…fuck…you stupid sow…!

Sayo: Excuse me?! What the fuck is wrong with you guys?!

-She struggles harder, making it very difficult for ?Yuma? to restrain her. ?Ruki? gets up in her face in an attempt to get a good look at her

?Ruki?: This livestock won’t hesitate to bare her teeth at her master. And you are strong willed. I fear this will not turn out well.

Sayo: If you don’t let me go I swear to god…! I don’t even know who the fuck you guys are!

Ruki: Hmph. I am Ruki Mukami. And the guy who is trying to make you behave is…

Yuma: The name’s Yuma.

Kou: I’m Kou! Nice to meet you!

Azusa: Azusa…Haah…

Sayo: That’s great. Now let go, Yuma Mukami! Why the hell did you grab me?!

Kou: Fufu…We’re transfer students, you see~

Sayo: What about it?

Ruki: Is that how you talk to your seniors? Aren’t you being disrespectful?

-Sayo glares with a small smirk

Sayo: Oh, I’m sorry. As your respectful underclassman, shall I offer you a tour? If I do that will you let go?!

Kou: Feisty~

Shu: Sayo…What are you guys doing to her?

Sayo: Shu…

Shu: I can tell you things won’t be pleasant if you torment her any longer…so will you let go of her?

Ruki: Hmph…Oi, Yuma.

Yuma: Tch, fine.

-Yuma pushes her towards Shu

Yuma: Scram!

-They can all see from Sayo’s expression that she is livid. Shu knows he needs to end this before she blows up on them, if she hadn’t already

Shu: It isn’t like you to cause trouble…

-Sayo rolls her eyes as Reiji walks up to the group

Reiji: What is all this commotion? ...hm? You all…

Ruki: Let’s go.

Azusa: Eve…I’ll see you soon, okay…?

Kou: Bye, bye~

Yuma: Tch…This pisses me off…

Sayo: It pisses you off…?! I’m the one who’s pissed…!

Subaru: Oi, the fuck happened?

Laito: What’s this? Did something happen?

Ayato: We passed by some new people…

-They all turn to Sayo, looking for answers

Sayo: God if I know! Those guys just waltzed up to me saying all this weird shit! And then that tall one grabbed me and wouldn’t fucking let go. Luckily Shu came or I would have pulled my damn knife on them.

Ayato: Next time, I’ll crush them!

Kanato: Their scent…

Subaru: It reeks…

Reiji: I see…

Sayo: What is it?

Reiji: We’re all here now, so let us head home. The car is waiting.

Sayo: Let me go grab my things.

Reiji: A familiar will fetch it for you. 

Sayo: Sure…

(Why is he in such a hurry…? Is it because of what just happened?)

-Later on in the limousine

Subaru: The crash earlier…Don’t you think those guys could have done it?

Kanato: Probably…

Sayo: So you think those guys are vampires?

Laito: From their scent, they aren’t pureblood vampires.

Sayo: You can tell as much by their scent?

Laito: That’s right…nfu~

Shu: Those guys…are they attending school now…?

Sayo: They told me they’re transfer students.

Shu: Haah…and it seems like they’ve got their eye on you.

Laito: Nfu~ Shu, are you jealous? You aren’t very relaxed, you know?

Shu: Shut up…The fact you even think of bringing up jealousy says more about you than me…you fake pervert.

Sayo: Fake…? Pretty sure he’s the real deal…

Laito: ....Do you want to die~?

Shu: Hmph…go ahead and try?

Monologue

I resisted the urge to sigh.  The atmosphere was too oppressive now.  I glanced out the window, trying my best to ignore everyone. It would be best to take a bath and go to bed early. That way, I wouldn’t have to deal with them. 

-The next day, Sayo is getting ready for school when she hears a knock on her door

Sayo: Yes?

-Reiji enters the room

Reiji: Good morning.

Sayo: Good morning, Reiji. Is something wrong?

Reiji: There is something I would like to talk about before we head to school. I have to rouse the others, but if you are ready, please meet me in the living room.

Sayo: Sure. I’ll head down in a moment.

Reiji: Thank you.

-Reiji leaves, shutting the door behind him. Sayo finishes getting ready before going down to the living room. Shu is sleeping on one of the couches. One after the other, the brothers filter in

(Subaru, Kanato, and Ayato look like they might as well still be asleep. And of course Shu is still sleeping. The others don’t look much better for that matter…)

-Reiji comes in with a pot of tea, giving each of them a cup

Reiji: I’ve brewed a tea to combat exhaustion for everyone to drink. Subaru, wake up!

Subaru: Hah…

-Sayo resists the urge to laugh

(He was seriously sleeping while standing…)

Reiji: The reason why I’ve had you all gathered here is obviously about yesterday’s accident and that group of vampires.

Laito: Ah. That, is it? 

Reiji: Yesterday’s accident was most likely caused by them.

Kanato: It would be impossible for anyone without similar powers…...so you gathered us here just to talk about them…?

Reiji: That is not all.

(Where is he going with this…?)

Reiji: I would like to ask everyone’s opinion on their target.

Subaru: Ah? Target…? Haven’t they come to murder us?

Ayato: Yeah…exactly. It’s ‘cause that shitty old man…geez…

Sayo: I’m assuming you mean your father. Just what kind of person is that guy?

Reiji: Well, it is off topic but I will tell you. Our father has been the head of the vampires for over 2000 years.

Sayo: Seriously? That long?

Laito: His speech is totally old fashioned. His words reek of mold.

Shu: Well…He is a pain in the ass…

Kanato: Our Father is also a shapeshifter. He can turn into anything…

Ayato: He’ll show up with a different appearance sometimes. Even we don’t know what he really looks like.

Reiji: He is shrouded in mystery. 

Sayo: Well then…

Reiji: You lot, we’re returning to the previous topic. About those guys’ target.

Kanato: To destroy our household?

Reiji: I think their true motive may lay elsewhere.

Ayato: Aah? What do you mean?

Laito: Nfu~ It’s Sayo-chan, isn’t it?

Sayo: ...huh?

Reiji: Haah…Laito, when it comes to women, you always become very sharp, don’t you?

Laito: Can I take that as a compliment?

Reiji: I am disappointed in you…I do believe you are right though.

Sayo: You’ve got to be kidding me…There’s no way.

Reiji: You were confronted by them yesterday, isn’t that right?

Sayo: I guess…Could have just been to take a jab at you guys, though.

Reiji: I considered that myself. However…if it were us they were after, they could have done so before now.

Subaru: This never happened before you showed up…

Shu: Well…that’s true.

Sayo: There are other explanations for this. Like they just moved here and are getting territorial, for example?

Reiji: I am fairly certain it is you they are after.

Sayo: What reason could they have for that, though?

Kanato: Your blood is the most obvious reason…right, Teddy? You do give off such a delicious scent.

Ayato: Your looks aren’t bad either. But your blood is top quality.

-She rolls her eyes with a sigh

Subaru: What are we gonna do?

Reiji: What is it you want to do? 

Subaru: Without you, we won’t have blood. You should stay, Sayo.

(He says that as if I give them much blood to begin with…Oh well.)

Laito: Nfu…Agreed~ Well, I can still enjoy whatever they might do to you, but I won’t let them take you.

Ayato: Your blood belongs to me, right, Sayo?

Kanato: It is mine as well so don’t decide that by yourself.

Laito: What about you, Reiji? What would you do if some other guy tried to steal her?

Reiji: It should be obvious that I do not let others steal my possessions.

(Even Reiji is being possessive? What the hell? This is getting creepier by the second…And again, it’s not like I give them blood all that often in the first place!)

Laito:  Oh? I didn’t expect that from you. What about you, Shu?

Shu: Aah…Well…I pretty much agree with you guys…Those guys piss me off…

Ayato: Sayo, don’t you agree?

Sayo: Hearing you guys act so possessive is actually a bit annoying but those guys piss me off so I didn’t intend on getting anywhere near them in the first place.

Ayato: Then we crush them, right?

Reiji: Wait a minute. Is that your only solution?

Ayato: Aah?! Then what do you think we should do?

Reiji: For starters, don’t you think you’ll be playing right into their hands?

Kanato: Their hands?

Reiji: They approached her yesterday to agitate us. If we pick a fight with them, they’ll use that opportunity to take her away.

Subaru: …So what are we gonna do?

Reiji: For now, we have no other choice. We have to watch over her. 

Sayo and Subaru: “Huh?!”

Subaru: Lame! The fuck…

Sayo: Yeah! I don’t need a babysitter!

Ayato: Shit…! Having to go through all this trouble…

(And yet he looks like he’s accepted it…?!)

Laito: In that case, I’ll keep a close eye on you every second of the day~

-Sayo glares at him

Sayo: No way in hell.

Shu: I have a suggestion. One of us will watch her…that way it’s that person’s fault if she’s caught.

Reiji: I don’t like how the good for nothing suggested it, but it is the most logical solution to this problem.

Shu: Oi, Sayo. Pick one of us. Hurry up so they stop fighting.

Reiji: The person she chooses will take responsibility and watch her from today onwards. Is that clear?

Sayo: Hell no! Like I said, I don’t want a babysitter! I can take care of myself!

Shu: Don’t you remember how you were caught by that tall one yesterday?

Sayo: He caught me off guard. That won’t happen again.

Reiji: We aren’t taking any chances. If you refuse to choose, we will choose instead.

Sayo: Why can’t any of you just respect my decision?!

Subaru: Maybe we could if you were considering your safety more.

Sayo: You don’t even want to do this, Subaru!

Reiji: Well?

Shu: If she doesn’t choose, let’s just pull lots or something so there are no arguments.

-Sayo glares, remaining silent

(I won’t budge on this. I do not want a babysitter. It doesn’t matter that there are new vampires going to our school. We don’t even know for sure that I’m their target.)

(Yeah, Yuma grabbed me yesterday but now that I know who they are and that they’re vampires, I’ll be more careful. I don’t need one of the brothers following me around every moment of every day.)

Reiji: Haah…Fine. Lots it is. Why must you be so stubborn? Don’t complain if you get stuck with someone less than favorable.

Sayo: I could say the same to you guys. I hope you know I’m not cooperating with this.

-Sayo watches in silence as the brothers draw lots. After a moment, one of them lets out a victorious chuckle

Laito: Nfu~Looks like I get to watch over you, Sayo-chan~

Sayo: Jesus christ…

-Reiji stops himself from chuckling since this was what he meant. It would have been better for her to choose him or Subaru since she got along with them best but now she was stuck with Laito

Subaru: Shouldn’t have been so stubborn…

Sayo: This is absolutely ridiculous…We don’t know if those guys are even after me…

-Sayo grabs her bag, storming out of the room

Ayato: Are you sure this is fine…?

Reiji: Haah…For now at least. We can reevaluate if we have to. Do not go overboard, Laito.

Laito: Nfu~ I would never.

Reiji: Haah...I have a feeling this isn't going to go well...

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TWOIAF/Fire & Blood: Maegor, Ceryse, and Alys

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

Thanks to everyone but the king, Aenys managed to survive the multiple rebellions that broke out in the first months of his reign. He has now appointed Maegor, his younger brother, as the Hand of the King.

The brothers were able to smoothly rule together from 37 to 39 AC. Then the problems arose.

Queen Alyssa gave birth to Vaella, a girl who died shortly afterward.  Maegor decided this would be the perfect time to take a second wife. Maegor arrived at Dragonstone and wed Alys Harroway, the daughter of the new Lord of Harrenhal. The wedding was a Valyrian rite, performed by the Dowager Queen Visenya. Maegor announced his second marriage while proclaiming Lady Ceryse Hightower (his first wife) to be barren.

What was it about Alys that caught Maegor’s eye? Exceptional beauty? Wit? Great birthing hips? Was he close to the Harroway family? She was there when he decided to take a second wife?

Aenys wasn’t happy as the wedding took place without his “leave, knowledge, or presence”. I am unsure why Aenys expected anyone to consult him before making a decision. Yes, Aenys is king but one who has no respect – from anyone. And Maegor doesn’t seem the type to request permission before he makes a move.

Aenys had a fit, Lord Manfred Hightower (father of Ceryse) had a fit. The High Septon in Oldtown had a fit. Many “pious” lords in the realm protested. Maegor remained defiant – his father married multiple women, so why can’t he? He believed the strictures of the Faith might “rule lesser men but not the blood of the dragon”. I wonder if this is where Jaehaerys received his inspiration for his later proclamation? You would think the Faith would be happy it didn’t involve incest.

The High Septon and the lords are rather hypocritical. They all kept their mouths shut about polygamous marriages while Aegon was king. A former High Septon even crowned Aegon! Multiple lords were throwing their daughters at Aegon throughout his reign – despite the presence of his wives.

I understand Manfred Hightower’s protest – multiple wives threaten his daughter’s position and if another wife gives birth to a child – well it won’t be his bloodline intermixing with the Targaryens. The Faith and the rest of the lords need to be told to “shut your mouth and know your role”. (To quote the Rock). They had a chance to protest when Aegon established his regime – it is a case of “too little, too late” to make stipulations on Targaryen marriages (at least while they still have dragons to back their actions).

We know the reason all these lords have protests – Aenys is a weak king and they want to push him around. As well as cause division between the two brothers. The game of thrones isn’t always played on the battlefield. Remove Maegor and Visenya from the equation and you’re left with a Targaryen who won’t use his dragon in battle. Easy pickings.

Aenys decided to (finally!) take a stand: put Alys Harroway aside or endure five years of exile. Maegor chose option 2 and departed for Pentos with Alys, Balerion, and Blackfyre. Aenys requested that Maegor leave Blackfyre but was told “no”. Can you imagine the poor citizens of Pentos when Maegor arrives on Balerion? I guarantee Maegor and Alys didn’t have to pay for a thing their entire stay. Pentos would be grateful that Maegor didn’t go the route of “Conquest, part 2: the Essos edition”.

Aenys made Septon Murmison the Hand of the King. He also had Septon Murmison lay hands on Ceryse’s belly every night to make her fertile. Lady Ceryse tired of this effort and left King’s Landing to rejoin her family in Oldtown.

Poor Ceryse – this entire situation was humiliating for her. Proclaimed publicly as barren, husband takes a 2nd wife (was she even told before Maegor announced it publicly?), abandoned, and forced to have a strange man paw at her belly in an effort to make her fertile. How were Aenys and Murmison planning to test Ceryse’s fertility after these laying of hands rituals? Have Maegor sleep with her after five years of exile? When she would be forty-two years old? Was she supposed to test out her new-found fertility on a man and then “moon tea” the baby out of existence? Simply accept the Septon’s insistence she was now fertile. Was Maegor faithful to Ceryse throughout his marriage? He seems insistent Ceryse is the problem but if he was straying from the marital bed – shouldn’t he be wondering why there aren’t any dragonseeds running around?

Exiling Maegor didn’t bring Aenys peace. The High Septon continued to bluster about Targaryens, and now the lords wondered how Aenys could govern the realm when he couldn’t even control his brother.

In short, Aenys played into his opponents’ hands and lost his strongest supporters. Maegor is in Pentos, and I doubt Visenya has much patience left for Aenys’ weakness.

Up next, Aenys’ eldest children wed.

#asoiaf #game of thrones #twoiaf #house targaryen #aenys targaryen #maegor targaryen #maegor the cruel #ceryse hightower #alys harroway #manfred hightower #house hightower #high septon #septon murmison #pentos

[simonalkenmayer]

Pardon me while I think aloud. Join me if you like for yet another useless edition of “Simon reflects on reality”

Education breaks people out of their prejudices, their individual narrow perspectives. It teaches people compassion and egalitarian perspectives. It informs people not just of injustices, but also moments of hope.

To be able to maintain bigoted ideals, while in a university, means you are not being educated. Bigotry is dogged, chosen, stubborn ignorance for the sake of ego.

This is why clubs like “young conservatives” make me cringe. If you go into a class or an educational institution determined to keep the same perspective, then you are failing at learning, at life, frankly. If you do not have at least one “holy shit, I’ve been so blind” moment from school, then school was likely useless to you,

You have to be humble to learn. And humility teaches grace and compassion. Those qualities lead to generosity and kindness, and the notion that every experience is subtly different, even if similar. It teaches that each person should respect that theirs is not the only path, but indeed that all paths travel the same route.

Once you absorb these things, you cannot help but want to invest in community, in reform, in balance, in less regulation of rights and more regulation of power to oppress or disadvantage. The more you learn about the complexity of reality, the more you come to despise games and useless drama to stir the kettle.

I have learned a tremendous amount while here on tumblr, just from the interactions I have had. It has helped me acquire whole new disciplines, entire perspectives. It’s helped me have terminology, insight, humility. I have changed how I think about dozens of topics. For that I am supremely grateful to all of my readers. This compels me to feel protective and indebted to all of you.

In whatever I do, I try always to find something useful to me within it. If I’m standing in line, I either try to learn about the people in it, or I use the time to read, or I listen to news. Always learning something. No time left unenriched. I’ve been supremely lucky to meet all of you, ridiculous people included.

I’ve rambled a bit, but the principle take away is, learning ought to never feel like an assault on the mind. It ought never lead a person to stay the same, with resolute surety. Education is transformation. So if you are not willing and able to transform, then an education that you pay for is wasted on you. When I meet a conservative from an Ivy League school, I know two things: they wasted their educational resources, and they have a very serious psychological disadvantage, specifically a deeply engrained bias for their ego. Privilege.

A good education is one part “here’s all the things you never even knew to ask”, one part “here is some rational, logical, methodical ways to reason about what we learn in any subject”, one part “this is where we need more research/help/evolution”, one part “isn’t it nice to stretch your character out of the tight ball within which your youthful conceit has kept you confined”.

In the Eithuphro dilemma, Plato put forward a situation designed to challenge: is piety beloved by the gods because it is piety, or is anything beloved by the gods considered pious. In other words: is this thing/law/tradition/way “good” because it is loved by a god, or does god love it because it is, of itself, just correct somehow. It’s a critical point of early philosophy, because Socrates (the character) eventually comes to the conclusion that if something is pious simply because it is loved by god, then piety is arbitrary. The condition of “pious” is subjective. If something is, in and of itself just and correct, but is not loved by the gods, should it be discarded as impious if gods do not embrace it? He asks (somewhat famously now courtesy of modern hip hop) “whose bias do you seek?”

Education teaches that some things are just more organized, benefit larger groups and so lead to net change. There is such a thing as a concept of improvement, and some things improve overall conditions, and some do not. If you are pursuing something because you’ve been told that it is correct, then you are seeking a bias, not the potential reality. Education is an attempt to gain perspective of the truth, the reality. Not a bias.

Whose bias do you seek? Or are you able to strip bias back and say “from this process, I can perceive what will constitute a net gain for everyone and how to achieve it”. Have you learned how to overlap every biased account and find the one consistent thing in all of them? Have you acquired the skills you need to evaluate reality, to analyze it, to make decisions about what will be progress and what will eventually become obsolete?

Hatred will become obsolete, the more we learn about each other. Seeing events transpire erases incredulity. Allowing one small group of people to enrich themselves solely because they can, at the cost of others well-being will inevitably seem unfair, a net loss. Unregulated capitalism is madness. Religion as a mandate rather than an experience becomes oppressive. Society organizes. Harmony is sought by society, or society is without a purpose. Education has purpose to it. It’s for something. If you don’t have the goal of remaking who you are, of changing, then you’re not being educated and you are instead seeking bias. Society ought to invest in the education of all members. If it does not, history tells us it will fall.

You are not educated because an institution gave you a diploma, just as you are not pious because god loves you. You are educated when you are capable of evaluating bias, coming to the facts, determining what constitutes a net gain for as many a possible, and what is just and fair in and of itself. This is why institutions grant honorary degrees—acknowledging that one has achieved the same result, education, through another path. Are you “educated” because you bought some time and put all the right answers on the test, or are you educated because every class you took stripped back perspectives and gave you the bare bones, the pith and marrow of the topic?

Do you seek a bias? Or do you seek to undo as many biases as possible?

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. I hope you’ve enjoyed it.

#long post #text #education

[troybeecham]

Today, the Church remembers St. James the Apostle.

Ora pro nobis.

James (the latinized version of his actual name, Jacob), son of Zebedee (died 44 AD) was one of the Twelve Apostles of Jesus, and traditionally considered the first apostle to be martyred. He was a son of Zebedee and Salome, and brother of John the Apostle. He is also called James the Greater or James the Great to distinguish him from James, son of Alphaeus (James the Less) and James the brother of Jesus (James the Just). James the son of Zebedee is the patron saint of Spaniards and Portuguese, and as such is often identified as Santiago or São Tiago.

His parents seem to have been people of means. Zebedee, his father, was a fisherman of the Sea of Galilee, who probably lived in or near Bethsaida, present Galilee, Israel, perhaps in Capernaum, and had some boatmen or hired men. Salome, his mother, was one of the pious women who afterwards followed Christ and "ministered unto him of their substance", and his brother John was personally known to the high-priest, and must have had the wherewithal to provide for the Mother of Jesus.

It is probable that his brother had not received the technical training of the rabbinical schools; in this sense they were unlearned and without any official position among the Jews. But, according to the social rank of their parents, they must have been men of ordinary education, in the common walks of Jewish life. James is described as one of the first disciples to join Jesus. The Synoptic Gospels state that James and John were with their father by the seashore when Jesus called them to follow him.

James was one of only three apostles whom Jesus selected to bear witness to his Transfiguration. James and John (or, in another tradition, their mother) asked Jesus to grant them seats on his right and left in his glory. Jesus rebuked them, and the other ten apostles were annoyed with them. James and his brother wanted to call down fire on a Samaritan town, but were rebuked by Jesus. The Acts of the Apostles records that "Herod the king" (traditionally identified with Herod Agrippa) had James executed by the sword. He is the only apostle whose martyrdom is recorded in the New Testament. He is, thus, traditionally believed to be the first of the twelve apostles martyred for his faith.

The site of martyrdom is located within the Armenian Apostolic Cathedral of St. James in the Armenian Quarter of Jerusalem. The Chapel of St. James the Great, located to the left of the sanctuary, is the traditional place where he was martyred when King Herod Agrippa ordered him to be beheaded. His head is buried under the altar, marked by a piece of red marble and surrounded by six votive lamps.

There is another tradition that his disciples carried his body by sea to Iberia, where they landed at Padrón on the coast of Galicia, and took it inland for burial at Santiago de Compostela.

The tradition at Compostela placed the discovery of the relics of the saint in the time of king Alfonso II (791-842) and of bishop Theodemir of Iria. These traditions were the basis for the pilgrimage route that began to be established in the 9th century, and the shrine dedicated to James at Santiago de Compostela, in Galicia in Spain, became the most famous pilgrimage site in the Christian world. The Way of St. James is a trio of routes that cross Western Europe and arrive at Santiago through Northern Spain. Eventually James became the patron saint of Spain.

O gracious God, we remember before you today your servant and apostle James, first among the Twelve to suffer martyrdom for the Name of Jesus Christ; and we pray that you will pour out upon the leaders of your Church that spirit of self-denying service by which alone they may have true authority among your people; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever.

Amen.

#father troy beecham #christianity #jesus #saints #god #salvation #peace #martyrs #faith #early church #second temple judaism #christian persecution

[libidomechanica]

“Our delight, betwixt me at least of firm”

A sonnet sequence

               1

Add a word: at least night proclaim—departed called out, O! Our delight, betwixt me at least of firm and here shews what they whose head: I have spoken. My cheek, whose riven! But never would carry while he shade. Upon the preux Chevalier, ’ just at there art disdain’d and lur’d through haves of May, by many a sage, kit-Cat, the man? Been confesse O noble routs, and fields. Should sit down into disparage thy body, your visions, love’s son? Her saddest me brought; Now thee, art a guests: their ghost in bounty meetings, and divorcement from his beard, people by the more will never rushing him away.

               2

Only, this soul love in detail, perch’d with eternity, trick of grief itself, a naked of reason—bears the gallant came then received through on thy beauty’s gone, and all was pale Ocean’s—nay, the hill, and wonder you struck at you are nothing wall and being him the refrigerator. With with water, waved my tears turn’d the good is not a house-affairs and one by, her, piano? Or trampled and bough, an’ out I’ll awa to Nanie, O. Lonely, where is not for a kiss and the lighted all their fear we to be before mine; and rare within the Universe. Welcome, next December.

               3

But in the wilder group of murder’d my walk’d the rose, I moved well come at least your tears, still is the eyes, and make in jest; and die. Nobody forces to be stars which spies and from the think till things were true by man but when thou not perceive their loosely by no means in the other pious thing into her. Worn out, and calling round, which the saddest wrong; and times: or if thou this last clouded jade face of ground before she was not again, the best intention of education; but as all pains, the effeminate villeggiatura—rife with language woo: take care but worlds, in ashes.

               4

And in measurably link’d. Through a genital perhaps sometimes nods the wet and sighs. Each. Wake, melancholy merriment: and the self-denials, Margaret stood aloof, and file by a warbled from one jot of foot and bitter on her man who scaled, found; thou wilt renew the dusty toiled atop there’s not vex, with Beauty, farre before free frown, his refused me! But thou Vesper of our night. That was show it was a black air; when each morn by my sight, from these rhymes. You shew their shatterton and wasted. Singing then it also was comfort I can seen, before white rarely—man’s hornes?

               5

Which arises from the cold bareness the helpless, and no one momentary Sweet, and led the board to run, for which much in place; it hath no vines, Follow in only rise, and now someone hung himselfe doth not solace sentiment beside their day forehead growing love; then on the massy of counsellors’ for me to be extraordinary. How thyself, is some thro’ his garden wears tried to rally traced with a wild team which keepe no more they give. But what weighs twenty score, were a soldier will place with you, tell me, my words, streamed away and while courtesy of mine: of birth was Rome.

               6

Thine arms for my state, nor we will bite.—Our children in my fashion deck’d; also because no doubts the bar and its unexpectators? From all euils both in you the little captive gained, and to the hills of give, creatured like a potato, that I should pause, the lost in thy soul love you and I am with Hannibal, and evermore horns that odd impulse failing, scattered with thou hast recite the region of the past all the Turk’s teeth stuck in blood and thee page. So animated the pregnant work’d the brows that our ears listening Echoes who thousand converted from its maze; the brain.

               7

Liz, there, with flowers all men sticky glassful winding, to play my solitary vice, and, all agonising throng whilst we cannon thread’s spun out betweene the mysterious July day, and I believing heart to few them mistook. The granted to cut and there, the light, slips that bird? To irrigate the Russian batteries of ever rest; or with great heart; wound more fiercest, but a transpire more effrontery, hold like a bought, whose young, unwaken’d from the wholesome, and scarce allay’d, with pity: even ghost in request, but fill you, with Seraskier defended with milk and sad!

               8

They strife thorough they preferr’d in a morning zeale, thou can not sing the light, with though oft divide no spoilers tempt Salámán stillness to cross, she saints, described of spring seas of a female chill as I found then its best.—Mere moderate—I spare whate’er is knock’d as is a spaces with these carry while the Heaven is my day; that I knew not thing the severe red bays and sugar flows, and rail, such harm, the lust and fair smil’d through all deserving-boy apprenticed by day to Phillis, only rich! Sort, end at the greatest home, but red mouth as serv’d to drink, a spider’s road beside.

               9

The Lass of woe, I cannot be caught to every lane some change in move in slow string a foreign stones while with arrow seas! In one but well in pride of truth to fall sick of another landscape lower by the rose and tall, subject; and will mourn the calm earth in their lids: again, she means daiquiri. She sat, she has outsoar’d to Ice, and senate: when Juan replied, You’re right we find others grew grey, crown of youth, and you scorn to Loathing; then, if but for what a presence they country summer’s depths of wisdom can parade; thousand build, which much thine in thine—but you and I am through younger.

               10

As a mansion speech, that brow is the fruit and death from Ireland’s presence they who had for which knows a grave among, that long the sun was ever at other nourish in the great; so much trial patience. And by many nor an autumn came, the expense of Cain her star by his last half of our love, lovely gaze upon the kill’d. Not for even the flour, is it blind, and the Countess Crabby; the watch’d—the crowds; how loud as ever as the house,—for thee england’s preserued, himself in flowers among he stumbling together. When some diplomatical related in the dwarfing city.

               11

That want refrain. The ostler pleasant ayres of our beauties steers; and forget the other selfe doth flower—may the universe, tis not to ramble far. Preservation; when they else almighty heat, and sank to think I hear a heart? They fell and foresee, so piercing pawes as neuer goodness, ’ and the Lord Henry rid well, like the love retain. But, Oh alas, why fears the Lass of Albany. On the name day. That pride, till the classic face, but wars. By glim’ring our chiefly hath my duty so greatest hope next prevail, and gone, and the room to see houris, angels wind. Should we know to bishops, while shelter’d men who is part. And make me loving Lord, lest unawares I in a new rhythm. Them, being bade me climb the best, even when he arose, how the rulers and cold, and hides the furniture artillery’s flames, out on your river been mine, the last age shouted Allah!

               12

Be said: Juan, by saying lemonade and triumph returned off this friend as I shook which ends in making lightning? The fall about there primly set: so that alone; I saw an autumn, winter range face, the veriest jade will now as tigers comb is made them chastest sheep, a raiser of every where was what shall flower, and winged Persuasive force of the year, I walked before scythes, or pens have scamper’d guess he had not been piled up his paths, o’er the kill’d, the tears even such a shade yestreen. Its outward looked pins fish thou Air, as they give up acres and found rest, where plain that rugged ways.

               13

Yet holds, nought to conceal’d, where sickly moon, yet recover. A sweaty city, unfolding in his fear the arcades, when I know not, nor mind no, no, no, no, my Deare, let go. That, if you do, too, let me drum for thee my best friends; by those whom France of late, than they speak to make a pad, seeing a sidewalk, her virtue make Corruption comes from those pleasing the hill, and sentiment; which the sheath but to cut you return. The Grace in yon brilliant face, so animated to know how sweetly doth stand, turning the pinnacle, with dull and ah, howl, groans; and two bastion, which was mine,—thrice these.

               14

Even now, by sight on dar’d too fast, for a kiss? A greatest lyrist of heaven, and when the had any hearts of light not how, thy choice, expected alabaster the same. Ye forest’s not one, as silent spaces were made, which my lost in the Knot: for men, indeed her as my cheek, and I have to the self-denials, Margaret tell your style courage doesn’t companions be, to be dry, the age one in me do I owe you? Or hieroglyphics on Egyptian solve; but endure with thou, might beauty were true port the parapet, or generously would have been faith. That we may complain.

               15

Late in her unwrinkled feel of year extend less humble verse to wrestless fight, we watch—if I be hear divine there he might beauty, all that present, that of all kind, a poor, tired with orgies and talent, or witty Ovid, by whom fair as free whose twining such hail, so fair, so much higher time; for, like a new-tuned hard to annihilated in this road beside you now. Merry Flocke, adieu, dear man, ’tis the ran away, you will—they blunder the woods, filled the genial court and venerable, Oh, weep for Adonais call’d though but plain house several strain stretched myself again.

               16

Whence departed out at the despot’s desolation we tire of me, and wonder which binds sympathies thrash’d her little, mere fancy’s sports and fancies are her rave, dare to be of a ruined houses, on your regular leather-beating, for for all the legal bully, that kiss, she cries, crown thou invite me to loose. Life, make man’s disturbed behind their gratifying high wood and straggled out that audit by no meaning, t will last time, I yield, and by man but a moral taught, soothe heard. Like this fast whereon your greater number bodies, felt his own leg broken walking handbags.

               17

Look the commemoration fire. Made the dewy spray. Yet, hearing—i only rise, turning for a chance, what’s in his eyes, Lo! A path, to pleasure the very desolation, and mould, no winter’s shore resoundeth. A great; the first, even where chiefly chosen with some nook of honourable Misters do come a look and power to give the corse beneath his later. Is consented least distant refrain. Burn to drinker. Of peace with longer story: and the constant refrain. The lips and Bored. Shines upon her cheek once again! Quite Danish or Dutch with cunning was near: for which he sued.

               18

My breast, but then I shall should lose with kisses balm and slimy foot-way path called them up through these rhymes, and woman, quite than the flies, at dissolved in unquiet cruising him some boy for the Tory mention of his volume into my should see, and sick of an hour offence. His Bounty meeting, and by ways a passport half-opening round, and she says, We’re talking sunshine or infected to doubt; and now him with the bay wherein she pin’d from all ears for command; for Vertues with many changed, I saw the rest had no shield, a god in hands, your weeks’ love of burning to stone heard too; or you.

               19

Raging sea, and hideous the arcades, they say. By specimens yet has even can claim a stainless I blunder them all thy pure sanctified in the steam floats the fair cheek and settle yet left the spring. May be the who looked no liar look that burn upon the moors was on the skirts of his own loved through the mansion; of a fancy’s sportsman heart fit to fragment would say who yield to friend, that was the passport shrouds there been done, the players, who had distress men’s regard—the teeth me to let then truly Bacchant coronals along the face, but her weeds. Ye weel, come aye to Nanie, O.

               20

Subtle snake, like Caractacus in all the floor was county! A liquid prisoner pent in her music of my own not for Adonais; till thee how to speak light and Fortune and do you meet at and the very body as my Affections vaine thou shalt hearts less famed from when thine East, far-folded mistakes, palsies, as well remembers kept my worthy of the sublime, they are not this lips, more sad. Was well their wing for madden’d Turks at first, and shall because of vineyards is thanks, and its measurable Misters of the city’s force of ground, in Christian steel and lonely as it had left its wrecks like Apollo, from the Moon, salámán rose, how to march’d on Nature of my small hips. ’Tis not pure they could kill Desires; by the child of old from his head, which the Pilgrim of Reserve this autumn were a word which floats up from that form a sorrier stainless cries, that of a tunnel.

               21

And like a cloud, and she is strength returned to do with stay rent than all Look, look’d with tears story. Beyond the dull red sail to all world was summer night, a noble and soldiers good quarter on cities of the clubs no my ain lassie, kings the Lord Henry and in the night or wrong. And there is often brought; in vain that Wellington at college has not a house or binde; the fact for queens, bishops, knightshade, in the only then the Horizon into sunny lane she sat down and of the monk. That you as good! Together figure and rose. Or Bird on the shalt taste it once, the op’ning gout.

               22

The pious remnant of heroic gigantic guard more intervening of imitating where enough to be present as silence, loveliest date palms tip toward mind casting brain a sudden rails. Also a so-so matron boldly strong impressions of thirty-nine, ’ which the hard frosted more or help not Joy, whose prophets of song, hath taught except when the Ladies a sudden from the gates of sun wild. A heart so tender stepping wave, now mean but we have a ceased heavens high, left me maim’d to dwelt in the evening, that sound groan, thought it good eawes be more debt than the even to the stood and gay Koutousow might. Judges in that lately from off him should grow. Others carry while Juan storax from one morning debated what there we saw the door and body, savages of Blank—but rank; at least thy looks and once she can touching to the minstrel’s skillets, which each mortal!

               23

Let us meet; long sieges, are nothing, and gory cheek once I am desolate and you, but, by God! A greater part were on the same smallest voice of heaven not even the nymphs were some sad question. Frederic the General who had faced unto loved throughout the din widows of Death can join my heart bleed, as they, various landing, and drew it went I still die. All be true as great head,—on mine eyes; for, in the gross; but condemn? The sun, her home is a good care not be clean. Thou waiter said, I see a shield, toss’d down in the boards ere I said a work must dig the voice, and pin’d for?

               24

Among whirl from for all too young Dawn, whose very nook of honourable arch. Or trampled o’er Danube’s strength with the Druid oak stood ships’ is clear expansion catch a Meaning melody, within their spite of the letter. Sweet-gard’n-nymph, which was imagine, passion on his the shriller scream below with undermine my hearts of old. I saw the whole bright myself nor to her tongue. My love is the better all the beginning and who had forgotten Row so much mortal work his soul, instead of dread Jove through again Unlike there’s much him of Reservest alone, but bitter wings.

               25

Line there was, shall we taste the plate, which of glory to loosen’d many richly merit, and grief itself would not by Sun or two—what’s in hir whom I am chain of strain’d in wordy feud, which required; flirtation was enter, a wound me, and flame desperational produced where I how few thou hast thou? Man’s pity or should give the faultless, house within—et caetera. He came but if we scanty strife, and along the boys like sun for so hot and flowers, the conversion to endure; and all the wants, the abandoning a sweet May-dew my wilful grief unutterably link’d.

               26

Yet if perchance; and of pearls begem; rose, rob’d in a sweet flowers, ruins, stature, for men, because bold who held as do tie me dead and desire to stricked with half in Arizona, one is strown; With sweetest like the look’d round upon the most men loves or there artists all men, then, a dull Time old Erse or stronger that stood embosom’d in a morning dead; on which upon ragouts or roasts, and death and there is a running Reed his hauteur. The men Now my heart not, forged your greatly cared, could tell nought to the hope hope ended it to her hair unbound, at length upon us what shall have longer wine, I thinker; and years before ask no more, farewell of hottest Sommer day. Then The Shackles which he wound whom all world’s wide blue, accord, here dead bodies, with more better chain mail one breathing; then no voices more debt than though Parry’s effect with someone frail as beauty lay.

               27

Good—then a woman, Greeks’ star. I hide their burthen to the dim fields, and soldier wilde place, because to me hereditary martyr, what Heaven to fall, and plays the players, while yon kingles, siege to each; and Lady A. In this extensive city walls men kill’d, that all these black silk neckcloth— and replies, dry as thy sour leisure gave guess, his own, peace of grief return. Have sate with the woman I am glad, yea, gladly recognize her sublime, though dull to pieces shiver, which requites. At every best prayed the devil, as is the sphere has broken into tall heroes are leads.

               28

By her garden, today, I am calling— come, roots. Afar they detest might shocking plums, or infected from the two clean, thou waiter said, I fear now and now shaking mind from pride. Dare the Seraskier is thee, and now you dare touch holds more by my name: with her fairest place. Though dooms of lilies’ shade doth thirsty heat oppressions from other infant babe had sketch in sightlessly as hurls the Sultán how all is drunk with Reason be they ne’er didst they lie t is head, so struck that seemed to do with weeds and gleaming, strait of him whose heart may escape to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let bee.

               29

Descendants will say not by foot-way path called out into the birds be carriage of the landscape the made, and weeping flower down like to a man, ’tis the Melodious years of foot and lov’d, honour and call the Horizon into this unholy battles to ashes! He reverie, perchance, while mosques and loves, and then unto one camera chase, who thought about the things in Boston, writing, glowing, that old truth askance awaken’d from you may die glory crowd of cunning. Is that awkward test which your head, while yet remains, while the Seraskier defended on that the field and blood!

               30

And clear extend less humbly with tender steady; I have what was an end unto love, our straight, taken as thick as hath taught, ah, my mayd’n Muse a forgotten—but deed nor power abuse such pain that, from the ditch against a giant fire in a little earth was heavenly love, nor tame wilde place with many season could enter, whether while the liv’d long bin plate. Thy body was a Cloud that they will with under heart’s core, virgin full many time commendation; but is for them. And sea, the kind lov’d friends, as each landscape lower down upon my cue for which he kept up into one while her that no explosion cry Aroint for lies between hill be deadly quarrels bursting through the spirit’s knife carved unco wae, to the smiled Spain had ceased: he says, and I hope, and the generously decimate the storm, and numerous should repels to moan! Which sigh, how to pass this advance.

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Shorn of storm to stay here; but decorous; the struggle to place it was: but leave been a sore temper’d guest, tis time to vainer trouble gilds the squat outside, eating wild, and extinguish’d break through the lonely, wherein the only a wood, and day, rosebuds began to safely crosse their baffled the radio and freshed. Sweet, then, and are he sleeping, and replied, ourselves where twelve of beaver hath a smile: his Nil admire the lake lies, with made one is strength of mud and such as unmix’d Gothic ground, in search of danger was not dead, to qualities and was when swung blind with derides, but no dimme shall bequeath and the slope they could not broken walking sage, and in his great deserts that would not yields the lovely maid. The holy fit shakes full-crown’d, that kind love there an heirloom seed washed unto a ditch, he never dying nearer to entertain when I hold the restore high to fear.

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Best hoord, in Britain mourne, I weep their rule of his own, but there some to call me by name: with tender, to deck. And now the case with sparkle and air is fires love itself was vast eternity, meet than war. When a servile and glimmering Lucan, be you all, though and straggled out upon his heads do know myself, ’ said you saw. Chess of the trotting rarely, seeing me, if that film so finely spring melodies, spacious pleasant thou stand Last link with backward too; or you, Cynara! Without whose prelude held in your child—a very few they pass’d betwixt her husband. Not for parliament that we can my night; but if thy smoking round my ribs crack like a things wearing and our deare Flocke, adieu; and I’ll say no. Daisy and by many a May-lady to go thronelet, that piano, and his Brain green woods were going on thy famine fat with you could not been a sorry.

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Johnson, and winged Minister: he linger out of burning in July, that thou art beats its little he foresters—as day by day the envious tasks of summer beams of heaun it be He, who, Pope says, did so dearly springs do purge from the hour, and the gross spirit, which doth give you might beautiful! Up Johnson too, waiting forth, or is civilisation by the dear and love and sinks, the wet feather. That doth come, salámán, and grass on a womanly discovered immeasure night up its flight the heard was she that cup has been reform’d a whole and met her this may love’s day.

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Which were reprov’d: oblivion as ASTREA works by Virtues scourge, succour offers not abuse—was happiest among the back; O! The scorner your artillery and this spirit’s knife. Cut, then, fixing there comedians boded to numerous pastime whenever shine, like him shouldst rubies find: I by an accident or blue, and fear is changed away for his guerdon: t is fled! Who levell’d by his heart above dappled on thy sleep: a maidenly there’s not his lips just teachest gemme of love’s flow of lust another Countess Crabby; the Potter’s hand at the heart beside.

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Of thing the door arriving as a trance than they detest at lease—but the mind and pride, shines upon them, let me examine never glimpse of rhymes. Had it had been forest bows to trace thinking sage, to walk the old offence. You said our kiss and could remember, now faint, and Grisi yet live, and file by the shadows, whom I sought the moon. And the devil, I had found: nimrods, whose prelude held in sorrow. All: others who by blind shall she hand against the dead like fire outlives sweet leave him the rich old lunes’— digression upon the Princes—Kings in Balboa Park and waters alone.

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The cold her, wishes formed by the heard know theirs is most meet mass’d be the convenience than a conquest to advancing, to please. One year the for dress with faire landscape from those loss of France that was faint eyes and of mind and near the allure and one bastion of the others have time believing his pulse and shawl, the tale had been fucked the travell’d; and all heart, which droop’d, her begg’d that night would see, or an untoward mind and all game and fireflies glow of burst Joy’s grape in the real eyes and lonely, vigorous, haply I think, and death is displaced, to the picture, hope, fearful hope: but let simplicity a grandeur that alone, most in mad transmitted, some miscuit utile dulci. Woke dreamt of, unto the fairest placemen to mourn the dusty toiled atop the Sire of Selefkia just as true mistress still it down to humanity which love, and sitting charnel-roof!

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Which garners of love, love’s brand, as the joy in me? Proud of the same, and never station, they climb, but worlds have patterns, and of States, summon’d him should sit the rest of flying congenital fires, now, if the forego, vnto whom he taketh me. Shalt see depravity; he hew’d away fled from them to meet mass’d life Thou need’st thus the year to human face; the resign their mutual hate to the Heaven’s smile afterward, like Tom Jones, of his Hear historians who wander’d into a deep upon the ship afar: tossing whom we shall be, to be pilots in the Unapparel on me!

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And beside my lap, the soft Form that kindly took my statue of sublimest excuse a glance upon his corps, nor leisure; merry and dregs of Marlborough’s martial tread over the ladies, when up to these are kings! For I saw the pictures, do just cause the equinoctial line: but, if you may have thee? He showery glance are very same announced wit, admitted, some pretty babes and natural concede quarters of the garland when I read was for my emotions were going the same. While singly scoop’d a-field. Or having with a dumb presagers of the young principles, but one.

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And staggers in the port the sun, her be. To some groan, the abode. But seize the twilight window, hollow with his whole thing in lifting on all hung to continence was calmly as it indeed’s the Gazette—which encumbent him to becoming one were papers ready cash bereft, although reserve it, for, Lady, we turns out of the balm for her garden rails, and insane. On earth was Rome. Ford, one is at last age should breast breeds. Where also dish’d: for seeing, for fear no heavier chair. I’ll the with fortune be, such echoed yet oh, never looked no little, meant her from a hundreds dead.

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And in his never-resting tide ocean flood. From slope to my them;—what doth breed their shade yestreen. But Juan never sing in the narrow channels of fat prime of water way back its true, I must aver my Muse has loose or praise me, as perish’d, smooth, let me run, let bee. I never been neglect more be what you are me who dared to quote, but your cart, drive Home things pure and with courage clung but the General noise offered. Our Adonais: wan the primly set: so that in an early hour gave it times: or if he had a page of an immortal fire, and away straight, that can ye recognise?

               41

I almost happiness of Albany. —This is now pair itself with skill such as closer, though and anon, to soldiers going hurt my days far-off, and where ev’ry thickest Winter range diagonal, and smile after the kind of negligence; that son of the Seraskier. So pierc’d with me to bake a mile, over unawares I in another pious tongues. Life—he was a six weeks’ star. Put on the last me she reply to pull out the impotence embitter wings, Romance, to give hermit, even the house up later. Amid life’s lower panes. I have love well do less ashes!

               42

Lord Henry Silvercup, the bonie face, that real Grief made the Moslems perish’d; other from the hours of love things pay who could be smart, discuss’d the laurel-brow’d, what no night’s strength, be true mistress we first nipping injury, revenging earth enfolds, let blood stirre still which someone setting tide homeward flies my mind like Jocasta in a morning out from one joy, folioed. Not for gore and pour’d Homer thoughts I cheer us both: but long yellow. Anna, thy choicest wing! You are much invite some Irish, or whose enormous slumbers; corruption which closde all cut off your either times shown how high!

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Cherish doctrine has not move She roses with stone implements the little through all the force to one so as Sylvio, when ’t had never-resting by his hero’s right; the bright Titans shining this our lips but light writhed, and now I couldn’t sings to keepe no memory perish’d, It is a transmitted unhelpt, and evermore have lain where is the stars, through done him; such that was of other doctrine of those with me, a god in look that wad beguil’d, this fair; and stillness, a little suits winding alien in the realms of deep anew! Yet I saw the handed lower rate.

               44

You to Rome—at once again; and winter’s hand disturbed too, vs in their silent window spread, he stern phrase seem woe, i’ll send such they else tranquillity, so calm and only now I see a fact—and making of a calm: God grant I may forerunners. A great race-winner: the soft Catullus, sharp at a disconsolation, and Shah struck, the worlds undone. When her arms, away without there of prey, the Turk’s teeth sticky glass of her own deserve think how we show’d him in her garden, today, I follow hair displeased to offer of that tranquil ruin, without all things in partridges!

               45

Long we have a hook, and the rolls thy should seaze me, this host, within its own good care what other, as tedious noise. And our delight, with the swans to know the iron time, making to the euils both of road and laugh and aching soul shalt taste at they display’d in season is there child, felt my bloody track our home at least some months gone. Natural please, by dinners, white death, he had all price of dangers that few or none, had been a bag of individual man, till tyrant pass’d life’s thou not proud of his first crop—for these things in partridges to ramble away, he did not my face and years.

               46

Speak, have for that sounds of the most fair lovers, too, that her tomb. Fray or two, the tender; but talent, on his idea, whom mirth in earnest word, your good newes know: is it blindly ran his, a much pique myself bring trees were the white eye is to a deaf heaven with gentle Spaniard was force my appeared the glass of heavy hearts less worm would the painfully and gone, whose Virtue’s caress. So glorious, when I could not make his, with like seraph’s winner: the conquering if that right, and of plunder, and tall, subjected by day, first time and my ribs crack where people breaths had dragg’d the land. Which flatteries of variegate the hills, Arcadians both, and on the day. And bye her little which fills and saw him, and vows that the might strike men our lips bidding bed forget the Dreams, to its pinnacle of rank. In clear extend less oft that others! And the same—a mirror’d here born.

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And swift of light wherein the old offence for which the Diamond of pleasants! He found; thou would make some patient been for a night would I less that I can, the time to bake a Romance, with the noon’s travellers folded around restore me why, from the same. That grasp’d it; of the assent: yet, ah, yesterday, the and one is nothing I studied with Robert, he would see, and thus we sight; the need;—firstly, by yon gate that in thy sweet Elizium, by the child, beauties steers; and apt to work. Forms the green and rash enthusiasm in goodly present, and how high! Face of Sage or vessel lost.

               48

For my sake he would be so involv’d and stalls in green, who limits all to make shift to spared;—three time devour than you might makes his accuse me clever: the wolf is mild; and fear of living that I hoped betweene the who love by waterfall like tertians, and thin, hero, harlot, lawyer—ward of glory when one while court us no man of the people always sought not a woman like Cain’s or the Turk’s rest nor my sling. And rare the windows. Her little while the venom whence it in Diana’s shrine, the gale sweet; the time lead; others by the tale of life, hereto all this fled, and weak.

               49

The mellow him, I, assail’d, fight arm and heart’s comb is manner, and shook upon the midsummer nightly term I may foresee, so piercing pawes as neuer wrought; in vaine this cause to detraction of the old man that which pen express in my face a blushing which so piercest, but how to speake, her heart? Flowers all, desiring you thumb: about his child, or solitary infant terrors, glean in the silent march wit impart as sacred balsam, so the might spear to soothing in July, and mock’d as it happiness of her hands in making him, like their joyous stole between the boy for love divide no spoil’d; she that defied; who dislike the iron gate that another it may give the light of am thine eyes and stuck faster their shadows dappled o’er which leaves but short tunes lot the road. Idea, which I escaped or no, lies be, the burning o’er which to see the door.

               50

Keeps his love-kindling but uneasy though done such poor Man! Crying at night wilt thou hast the sea-coal fire. When a stranger’s mien, and be so involv’d and dance was to be of counsellors’ for my sling. And, and sweet eyes, ay seemed to that handsome civic mantles rough, but is flowing Christ’s sister, we courtesy calls friends are on my dear. Thicker than my fashion deck’d; also the despatch; and, whether nourish’d; other—for Juan a reminiscence. The genial court a Gothic ground, sobbing in thy spirits fretwork, and now hiding into a very splendently yet every chance was waste; the tune.

               51

Haunting heir, to do or how to the rest alike pitch or rosin, and bled, for the woman, tall, and his last thy nurses. And Gibson’s hash, and no matter’d not; mourn, and sense but hunker down, wait on primrose wan, and strive to mountains there perplex—variety, he wakes or tell me, my lord, and grape again, and there were cock’d. Their spite, which had once find any reptiles spawn; had he know the striplings, but crown’d, that such than a windy morn as the raging honour turn gleaners, we left to speaking bath, wheresoe’er the justly ground; I took a glance of half pay. And waving beside immortal!

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Not for they read, hearing leaves the destroying. Wealth would over and glimmer stem of a young green-sward not been still it batter’d. Was prepare. Purchased choice of the sad, another lived she discolourings, crying pawes as neuer: stella, whom she had little captive from his tongue became his love: she goes a low mist which strength, with darkest she sate together, no more the drew a seethink which I still she knowledge. There won or may be grace with changed, and always might array. Pass, by the sky is clear, round by the first Canto proclaim—departed. Various chamber for let it be such hail, I see the air, sharp-fang’d the Fate who levell’d to thanked me for spite of Johnson to pursued its unexpanding down quite sure I lean toward you have wak’d the shady beames but could my fault if you more, for long-drawn threescore, with dilated in so she paced their bills, within her somewhat these.

               53

When a man whose Bounty and Phillis, ’tis Phillis, that have boys and the field. In search on thornes; so many an old, my memory rank and has nurst; and more soft that it should pause with her race; robes loosen’d from haste, while he had lost sweet Elizium, by the sad quest of the next day; since great; the crowd, the ink be dry, the driving sweeps our pass this Polar melodies, spacious staring lay apart as say the thrown? The raw as quickly know a heart hath no rest of victory by name, but in thy side should we know the dew,—and what’s stars were vex’d. When I should fain to do but here, when in clover.

               54

Made one hereditary martyrs awed, as if she walls, a fire upon then, if she hated bantered skies than thunder, which loves a woman but when brought quite refreshment and Death his eye in diamond pendently yet every of a fancy. For the palace to Soho, and thirty-three a phantom-woman heart had lost him and flowers and the door I saw her distortions; simple flower That wad beguiled heaven and therefore they have been bayonets met his was small red wit, nor blessed arms at villages going. Noise of thing me with flower said Margaret lightning like himself had change thy body’s halls, austere, sublimest exultation, a vestal shrine of any women, who only to the famous in a high deserving wave, nor the angels, sainted, that liuing lamp, a false cristal shrine of that sate on the word, and gnawing gore: the golden snare: so kind love and place.

               55

If yet to everything thee to me; nay, and fear is put bespeak in me. So strive in a little he was Don Juan replied, it were a world of our barometer: let radicals its musician. Fate who fought by the tail—a taking bills and there’s no show of burning the Cupid fountain stake out the more easy, and Duty be takes him the call it in the rarely, when we meet than that endure whate’er it to weapons: matches her like a street together, and shelter into the certes done, i’ll force my merit in Diana’s shriller scream rose, I moved my mind the came not!

               56

But you are all circumstance. And how near her hair. Time: for there has a lynx, and yet our delight. A portals to swarming rookery swerve from death, when the mockery often found of the five-bar gate, or he can use, or sunk, and whole of things the same climb the cardiovascular shoes from a recherche, well knows how, and loved of our judge’s joke for day;—yet for me that it have spot, where patriot nations into the oaths, too, vs in the heaven, and walked before hie, features, orinda’s wishes of summer, autumn, a selected woes await thou art out thy charm. They say.

               57

Such transpire more plunder raged, He is my part. On such is a torrent glided in stays, as in a watrie glass, shorn of its ode inside, I sit and Medes, would returns with all desolate, the topaz, opal, calcedon. What court in her evening like the whose disdain shells or health, and broke them lose his fear of the yell of rustic merchance in balancing fast and Madeira stronger I remain; and maim’d: the Brahmins of the priest, and stroll’d in so shall on me; my spirit of their fate nor hate, to answer may make deadlier the strength seem’d to see his head ached thus gentle breadths of gold.

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—This is not abuse the soil, at which Venus from the woman I love, to an heirloom seed washed upon myself upon the burning o’er a potato,—while I paced along my round him in the time thrise-sad tragedy. This sense but in the slope of Love a dateless emotion. A jest, a riddles of those motion in his sheephooks, pawns; the moist earth for Nature of admir’dly bright a fawn to hear and I begin joy was born, the heart in a crowd were dead she disaligned. With instantinople, and victory cannot blind, old man was green. Not Momus self might’s stretched spotlit.

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Round the crowd—but yonder, airport in haste, and when lofty elm-tops down rolls by thy pure broke the south that right; ’ tis a war of hell nought that t is said somethinks these, and freshly fed by a river, silver, cancel all our soft cool shade went struggled, and Earth, in wanting day, roses of October from the sordid hear and such as one the loved and every best movies have no mean to see a ship alone—that which those basement, but soft enamour’d up till death is disconsolation, how loud hear the dead. I almost adore. Could not be rash, nor no day has happiness raise her?

               60

The venom when his remember’d, still is done, with the only: we have not for their bare, in which are not so, because I know the ears politician, and end within its sustains grown: have many a short a time he shoot and look’d about us, but bid you pinch a’ duke; the ocean woman; what Erin calls you is God’s sake, just proof surmise accumulate; bring you not till he camera chase, whose his arms with words, and earth, singing wroth and doth ouercome a lion from them fills and Ocean’s—nay, the wet and fair Syrinx in traffic on the forsaken spray. Mostly I am just drop in forts look’d for her breadths of will not such place; for she spent. Gone; Ah, woe the heat of champagne flute. To bake a potato, to be whose Virtue’s cal to prey; and loud longbow wild as tract again subsiding, while yon wild, but now, the skies the yacht to drowne, the bread: no hungry bit; pardon that where?

               61

Than stones of the sound. The mart The best. Are blue, and shudder;—while, abridg’d of dread of death into bedward step aside that break off in vain. Self-approbation; and I can only dealt in stark mantle thinks their head spotlit. Palm, a maid of clay adhered thinke, my love’s chorus led by high mothers came a wealth, our style courts of esteem, which arise, and what we felt their contrary, but hunker down, a dewy spray; such the breath! The sound low, and babe and tasted, turn slain by some more than knowledge. Pears; dropt in the sight, your artillery’s flame be ever- silent march; a great free; shake the test.

               62

Each life’s early boughs were beneath, resumed and praise her richest hoord, in Christian solve; but full cycle, whose godly labourest milk and beauty were fix’d, as if nurses teach help of bodies, all is people always heard for trial John Johnson, they should but he is misunderstand and grow old. Spite of nature of war and then with women: I gave it threescore, whose rivers remain withstand steep in a chart my day; that stakes no second spreading into love tears, and without resisted round their happiness; ’ an art out that fence she had reach tie the world the hour hair. And flowers and running.

               63

The man shedding, wisdom can painted his bells from ruin and fair Syrinx are full slow in judging men who stooping, and smile in presence. We sate, and sunglasses for that for even then worshipped me; surprise. I hear horseman came, smiling it? First moment, loud cannot things of house: such thine East, far-folded mistakes, to a lightning and shaking, and rather double gilds the suffer thy queens, bishops as false usurper wan the narrow she less fight are beyond the Seraskiers, who most. But I waited her: where must aver my Muse may calls, a fire was Parolles, thy growth of many-colored sail to all then no more, when another threshold. Grass, she cries and from slope of grain: Love doth staves of Marlborough’s martial faces fix’d upon him, so that can parade, were not see my love to the lower to another; there by my name was plain true loue that stake our wars eternal!

               64

The groves and kings to the least night. All the life’s safety, when he end, my Beloved! Same, else men whose petals nipp’d of heavy groans; and more taketh me to learned no injury, revenging earthly doom, the Shackles which midway in tones and written into the General comfortless Titans shining with it the happened once find any heart ungiven; nor t’ others: but ill avoids the start none else, but Scriptures to endure the mansion. If possible, but is flashingtons turn to Loathing; at other, and pass into her he wakes—’tis Death: Death is kneeled and leave been cast out.

               65

But Destinies, reluctant as a kisses, and had thy part of carnage,—and twilight in what is whispering glorious, where beneath his guerdon: t is held a castle on horse, alike Intent surpassing. Go thoughts so complaining to recompense more than grass before than the unbroken his place, because deform’d, too, with Moliere’s not fight himself in light, with you. In diamond and gradually the city won while he had? A rustic merchance, in Juan every same in pedigree told of bath decided. Boom. The cool moss extends his own at time; there’s much of seven.

               66

An’ few their sin. And then, fixing through those for comfort, and dregs of the noise offered immeasurably link’d. Your trade was a heart to be extraordinance where enough to wield to sally thou have comes to blamed more whom he spent its limbs, but pity or shut did hang the shall see that I have named, the body were born, before mind would do if run star-shower’d now: his son at Waterloo was busy with tender group of travell’d to cling the shot, a dull to make dead and peculiar nook of house; two wits by the Past, his refuse of purest alabaster them. Eve taught I have goaded.

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Young as fire, air, but little things we hearts away fast, our houris, like thee: no, no, no, go not leaves Thy extreme hope of gain, a thrusting,—and yet the sing of Hero and of tears were she cries, having resemblance betwixt them any good. To numerous painted height to a sun-flowers and calumny and that is, ere thou this old with mine, mine, mine, there must be dead: Frederic the Game, sad, second time their rifles, that in Virtues of which last are sing from which multitude of her hand did its delights, and begged of our best thou overcome my should but made some their solace sent Alas!

               68

And on trips to art: then, or no? Alike rich, more glad was seen of those, whose smiled Spain had me a journey take their way has had rehearsed the mansion’s deep for half a harvests clings like cedars round me, feele his fear is put bespeak to her husband is commonplace even of Empire of Love a dateless night was gone. Its votaries, Forsooth, I trow, if I saw him, addresses, o’er to endure; and Sir John Pottledeep, laughter ladies, Out of the glass, whose impending adieu; and what life’s the pointed Joies, your rank and death the hallowed fire against the point on its smoke quite.

               69

My near that crimson cross, except his sort, ere the miry lance to stay here shews what any heart such with somewhat the board, i’m queens and scarce a sire within. A godlike man’s art another loved my though there, where torn in you to take the woodmen heart was pierc’d with which is in a watrie glass, so longer read thy thumbnail—brined and blush’d out there and the level stood in Heav’n had me better green-sward not those limbs as if he living the fever other at the legal bully, and balloons. Though many a pass our party where the time believing hot dogs, a little. Yea, I was mine!

               70

The worst whom earth; a chart my day; and become ancient Muse a forehead, and broke the sun is wae, and have a garden, today, I am drawn apart, and in milk and plate, which seem’d to snatch when he random scheme as where are them night: descendants wracke, when sometimes truculent—but neither twist the Tweed, but seized her eyes and mock heroism, and fresh bands of a coterie; also a so-so matron boldly trip and streamed afterward, like earring of the young; nae artfu’ wiles to waft her neck; her casting by would leaves your sorrow, to linger, sighs. And think’st thus we see—who doth comes overblown, midst they battle-field is changed in me do I must ride, shines, that live where was favour’d; and the sick of ruth for having that I am desolate and more will be two long, that ruby grape could not to raiser of the same, else men of element of time’s sequel of all my wits told.

               71

A junction of his own times a low mist and casting. And when Adonais call’d apes, welcome, roots again. This island. Hark! His coyness, nor bate abate their hooks, fit baits foot more the side of the Jews. From one more of prey, rather movement anew, Urania actaeon-like besmear’d with freshly fed by a rivers remain; and three parted out upon them, whose basement, house or Irish absent. Drive Home thirty years with these agree, and of the martial stoic anchors at they were passed, and set then I shook upon orthography of fault? If I had thee standing, where all to the letter.

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Chapter 15 - Field of Beginnings

Story Content

So, the Federation is about to go murder Rhea, and it'll take place at Tailtean; the Empire and Kingdom are currently facing off at Arianrhod

CLAUDE YOU ARE UN-FUCKING-REAL??GSPOFJGRSPIJGS

Claude: "I can't claim to know what his intentions are, but . . . I suspect Dimitri decided to leave the rest to me." I want to tell him to go lie down because he's clearly not feeling well.

Claude, for some reason: Dimitri . . . wants me to murder the archbishop for him? 😳

Once again we've white-lied to the King of Almyra. does NO ONE SEE A POTENTIAL PROBLEM WITH THIS

Edelgard literally doesn't trust Claude, by the way; there's a spy who's not a spy!!!! but whose job is to make note of everything we do and report it to Her Majesty <3

Main Battle - The Battle of Tailtean

Here we go folks

Out of LEFT FUCKING FIELD Rhea says she regrets not "terminating the bloodlines of the Elites long ago." Makes sense if she's talking about the Elites themselves, but otherwise this makes her uncharacteristically blameful of the people who happen to bear the (stolen, abused, weaponized) blood and bones of her family; all she's ever done is ask that they treat the relics with respect, so I find it hard to believe she's suddenly spiteful towards the Elites' descendants.

Oh also the reaction of the priest talking to her is fucking priceless gdfigjdfg way to slip up, Rhea.

Rhea tells Seteth to take Flayn and run should anything go wrong

Rhea cites humanity as one of the things she's fighting for, because of their tendency to repeat their mistakes (WHICH SHE'S RIGHT ABOUT, BY THE WAY).

Oh by the way Rhea is talking about Sothis and referring to her as her mother and the priest is still around sgfkjdflgkj

ONE OF THE STRATEGIES IS "SET CLAUDE AND LORENZ LOOSE ON THE ENEMY"??? LOL?

"The enemy's morale is unusually high" wow it's almost like they get really pissy when you prevent them from returning to their place of living/worship

MERCEDES????????????? BABY NO NO NO NO NO NO NO :(

AND JERTIZA HAS POPPED UP OUT OF NOWHERE TO SAVE HER?

Anyway Claude's obssessive need to dissolve the Central Church is so fucking strange seeing as his literal anchor in Fodlan was endlessly pious and the Eastern Church was a husk

CYRIL DIES?????????? once again i ask: WHAT IS GOOD ABOUT THIS ROUTE

On a better note: Rhea knows some old Faith magic spells :3 love my little untapped well of knowledge. That people don't understand killing her is a disservice to literally all involved . . . criminal.

WELL, OUR WORST FEARS ARE REALIZED, FOLKS: Claude indeed says "this world cries out for change, while you keep it shackled to the past" to Rhea

Fun visual storytelling: someone just stepped on a flower growing in Tailtean and killed it. There is no sunlight. Anyone that tries to tell me this is a good thing for Fodlan . . . I have no words.

UUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Marianne, literally wailing on Rhea: I'm still not sure if this is the right thing, but I have to trust Claude and push forward."

Now tell me, what does this remind you of?

Claude has killed Rhea. In the cutscene, he even uses failnaught. taking a page out of faroreswind's book and leaving this convenient line from Houses here

Surprise surprise, Claude's idea of peace has left warring nations at each other's throats and a fair number of believers without their leader. I literally can't stand him, and I can't stand this.

The ending music is somber as fuck by the way.

I'm fucking done with this route. I'm never playing it again.

To everyone who got what they needed out of this: I was, and am, genuinely happy to do it. Don't let my bitching and moaning fool you into thinking I hated doing this, because I could have stopped. Hopefully I've given you everything you need to know to determine whether or not you want to buy the game/play Golden Wildfire for yourself, and as always I'll love to talk about the route, but I'm . . . never touching it again lol.

#s starts a wildfire #and now: #s puts out a wildfire #thank you one and all

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Title: Stubborn

Fandom: Fire emblem, FE3H, Fire Emblem: Three Houses (Blue Lions/Azure Moon route)

Pairing: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd/Dedue Molinaro, dimidue

Rating: T, but the pining is strong and also physical

Warnings: it's game about war. Expect things related to it, but not that many. Also mentions to religion, unreality, and Dimitri's trauma

AO3

Dimitri spends most of his time alone, in front of what used to be an altar. Dedue knows him not to be the most pious man, but he is still a man of Faerghus, and he still believes. He still looks at the pile of rubble, his mind somewhere else completely, sometimes silent, sometimes talking to people Dedue cannot see, but that are real in Dimitri’s hurt mind.

Dedue is not a healer, never has been. He is a protector, something of a nurturer, that much he swears himself to be. Either be his shield or his body, no harm will befall his liege ever again.

Unluckily for him, there are things he cannot protect Dimitri from. He cannot save him from himself, no matter how much he would love to. He wonders if Dimitri knows, if he can even remember among the chaos that his mind has freed. If he could even feel it, back in the day, when he kept it all inside, confessing it to Dedue in hushed whispers in the middle of an especially hard night.

Not many people ever dare to approach him. Not even former friends or colleagues. They finally see Dimitri as he truly is, sad and broken and chained to a past his gentle heart wishes he could fix. So angry at himself, at injustice, that he won’t let himself heal, that he won’t let others approach him.

Dedue knows better, though.

“Your Highness,” he tells him, not daring to touch him, never too close, but dying to be. His fingertips burn, because he wants to touch his shoulder, his cheek. Tangle his fingers in his blond, dirty hair. See the scars behind the eyepatch, and kiss the hurt skin. 

He makes a silent promise. He will never let anything or anybody else hurt this man ever again.

Dimitri seems not to be able to hear him, his healthy eye devoid of any light. He seems to be muttering a prayer, and then a mantra.

“I’ll have her head, I promise. I’ll tear her head from her body with my bare hands, I… I’m sorry I-”

“Your Highness,” Dedue insists, and this time, Dimitri seems to react. His beautiful blue eye seems to come back to life, and he recognizes Dedue’s voice, turning back to look at him. His expression softens a little, more like the Dimitri he used to be, more like the kind person he is deep down.

The kind of man Dedue fell in love with. Even now, when he is like this, a shadow of everything that’s wrong in Fódlan, more animal than human, and yet, the most human of the people he has ever known. The one that has shown him the most kindness.

Dedue knows, that even at his worst, Dimitri will never hurt a friend. An ally. A vassal. He knows that he will never hurt him, and he wants Dimitri to know, too.

“You need to take care of yourself, Your Highness. I think a warm bath would be in order.”

“Dedue,” Dimitri mutters, and his voice sounds hoarse, the kind of voice of a man that hasn’t spoken to many in the last years. The voice of a man that only fumbles, sighs, and prays. “I can’t… Not until they can rest in peace, you know I can’t…”

“They need you,” Dedue tries, knowing that he is enabling a delusion, but being unable to be this cruel to the man he loves the most. “They need you in the best shape. We need you in your best shape, for what’s to come.”

I need you, it’s what’s left unsaid, but Dedue would never dare to pronounce those words. He would never dare to admit and indulge himself with the thoughts and feelings that plague him, about him tending to Dimitri’s wounds, kissing every single scar, old and new; devoting himself to him, body and mind, until desperate ghosts stop plaguing him and he can smile again, in one of those rare and peaceful smiles Dedue loves that much.

“You needn’t worry about me, Dedue. I’m not worth it.”

That’s when Dedue feels genuinely angry, stepping forward, not caring about ranks and titles for a single second.

“I won’t allow you to say that about the man I swore to protect. About the man I willingly would give my life for.”

Dimitri’s only visible eye seems to widen at that, both surprised at his reaction and his audacity. Dedue knows he has never wanted to be treated like a prince, like he is above anyone else. That he appreciates the gesture, no matter how ashamed Dedue feels about it.

“Don’t do that again, Dedue. Please, don’t ever-”

“Don’t throw your life away, either. Not for me, not for anyone else.”

Dimitri blinks slowly, a gloved hand tangling itself in his own hair, as if deep in thought. He seems to realize that yes, it’s dirty, and that even if he doesn’t care, Dedue does.

“Will you cease your pampering if I get a bath?”

And Dedue isn’t often selfish, but this time, he thinks he needs to be. That the job has to be done, and that he wants to be the one to do it.

“Only if you let me assist you.”

He swears Dimitri’s ears are getting pink.

“I’m no child, Dedue. I can take care-”

“I must insist. Please forgive my bluntness, your Highness, but this is something I personally desire to do.”

He regrets the words as soon as he says them, but Dimitri seems to actually appreciate the gesture. He moves slowly, his deceptively strong body that could make the ground break barely making any sound.

“You have always been stubborn.”

Dedue allows himself to smile a little, not visible to the untrained eye, but Dimitri knows him better than anyone.

“I have missed you, Dedue. Terribly.”

The words are uttered softly, a mere whisper, but Dedue hears them clearly. It’s his time to feel his face hot, but he says nothing, following his liege, to help him get a proper bath.

And for now, that’s more than enough.

#dimidue #fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dedue molinaro #my stuff #yeah i know i didn't touch dedue's own trauma this was rushed okay? #i have dimitri brainrot

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ANON sent / could byleth and dimitri (plus the bls) fight nemesis after edelgard? how would that go?

         ||. Oooo, a fun one. To be entirely frank with you, nonny, the only thing keeping the Blue Lions from going after Slithers and, then, eventually, Nemesis is that Hubert doesn’t give the Blue Lions the letter concerning TWSitD explicitly. By the end of the route, they’ve taken out every single major player. Thales, Cornelia, Solon, and Kronya are all dead by the end of Azure Moon. The group has long since known that Slithers existed, but were under the assumption that they were imperial forces. Something that is ALSO deconstructed for the Kingdom forces in the final battle.

Dimitri: The mages are retreating! So, they weren't Imperial troops after all... Ingrid/Gilbert: The mages don't seem to be wearing their usual Imperial uniforms.

        And, to that end, considering one of Dimitri’s first political aims is to track down and bring to justice those who caused the tragedy of Duscur, finding out more fully about TWSitD is an inevitability. Cornelia worked with Patricia to stage the assault. Slithers then helped propagate Fhargeus’ unrest with Duscur to provoke the Duscur slaughter. And ALL of this done to get Patricia back to Edelgard, who at that point in time had returned to Enbarr and was going through the Crest Experiments. Which . . . are ALL Slithers’ doing. And as the experiments were done underneath the imperial palace, then it’s only a matter of time before this is all discovered, and more clues about Slithers are brought to light.

       This is all without taking into consideration that Rhea is definitively ALIVE at the end of Azure Moon, but resting in Zanado. Meaning she, Seteth and Flayn can all give their accounts of the true history of Fódlan, thus assisting Byleth in reworking the church as acting Archbishop to better reflect the truth in a more . . . digestible manner than just getting rid of the whole system. The information that Byleth gains in both Silver Snow and Verdant Wind are equally at Byleth’‘s disposal as the truth about Duscur is to Dimitri. It’s just a matter of timing and investigation.

       Assuming that there are still surviving members of the Agarthans who are impatient and do not want to continue to bide their time (as they usually do when they lose), I can yet again see Slithers speeding up the resurrection of Nemesis and the 10 Elites. The fact of the matter is that the war successfully destabilized Fódlan exactly the way the Agarthans wanted to. They could easily attempt to strike whilst the Kingdom is under way of unification. Perhaps they continue what Edelgard has set forth by using Byleth’s reforms to cause further distrust in the church. Maybe especially pious members of the cardinals are pit against the new archbishop if it’s made to stand that Byleth is more  . . . a creation similar to what Robin is to Grima.

         Ultimately culminating from a subtle war of subterfuge into one full grand, last stand against the Agarthans and especially Nemesis. AM!Byleth would be ESPECIALLY interesting to go against Nemesis with, assuming by then she’d have the full picture of everything, since... as far as her relationship to Sothis and Sothis’ legacy goes, she’s by far the most stable version of herself.

#(tldr is with time and preparation the blue Lions wouuld kick his ass) #(bonus if they manage to get hold of Claude and the three of them + the nabatean squad go kick nemesis' ass) #(nemesis would be WILDLY outnumbered all things considered.) #(between byleth being the figurehead of the church / dimitri being the savior king / claude being a known and well established ally) #(w the almyrans at his beck and call. and then on top of that the 3 houses mostly surviving + the nabateans all being alive??) #(crush em) #⚔️ ooc. / mun. #⚔️ ask. / trade secrets. #nonny asks #⚔️ queue. / how long do you intend to sleep…? #(this would make a REALLY fun au / fanfiction tbh)

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ANTIPOLO TRADITIONAL BY CCALLM BLOG.

ANTIPOLO CATHEDRAL

ANTIPOLO CITY Antipolo city The city's name is believed to have been derived from the phrase “a tipolo,” referring to the tipolo (breadfruit) trees that were abundant in the area. Antipolo is now popular because June 26, 2022 VATICAN declared that antipolo cathedral is now a “INTERNATIONAL SHRINE” and there have so many riders, and other people from other city is visiting antipolo and to try the antipolo pasalubong like suman, kasoy, atbp. Antipolo city is the city that we grew up and city that we love because of the tradition happened every year.

SO HERE'S THE 3 TRADITION IN ANTIPOLO THAT WE WANT TO SHARE.

SUMAKAH MAYTIME FESTIVAL (SINHS BUKLURAN DANCE TROUP)

Antipolo Maytime Festival is a kaleidoscope of colors and symbolism that depicts the history, culture, beliefs, and traditions of Antipoleños during pilgrimage season when pious from land near and far visited the famous International Shrine of Our Lady of Peace and Good Voyage. Antipoleños are known for being religious and devotees of Virgin of Antipolo, giving pride and praise to our beloved Virgin Mary. It is the warmth of freshly cooked suman, it is the sweetness of sun-ripened mangoes, and it is the savory goodness of kasoy as their local delicacies. It is a celebration of faith that sustains its people, its annual pilgrimage that brings together the faithful from all works of life. Steeped in history, imbued in holy illumination. Antipolo Maytime Festival is a festival we proudly call our own.

2. Fiesta(Drum and Lyre)

Antipolo Fiesta is one of the tradition that we celebrate every december 8, theres a lot of celebration in every part of antipolo. As we celebrate the fiesta in antipolo we are doing a performance of drum and lyre this is one of the tradition every fiesta. Drum and lyre is one of the best tradition every fiesta in antipolo because it reminds of the happiest things in antipolo especially during fiesta. Drum and lyre also considered a form of art, These performance often feature intricate choreography, vibrant costumes, and lively music that captivate both locals and visitors during fiestas. These tradition makes people happy especially those who performed a drum and lyre and all the audience.

3. ALAY LAKAD

The term "Alay lakad" is a term from the Filipino language that means "offering walk" or "walk of sacrifice." It is a religious or spiritual practice in which people walk to a holy spot as part of a pilgrimage as an act of devotion, penance, or appreciation. In the Philippines, this custom is frequently observed during Holy Week, especially on Good Friday.Throughout the Philippines, various routes and destinations are popular for alay lakad, with some pilgrimages attracting large numbers of participants. While the specific customs and rituals associated with alay lakad may vary from region to region, the underlying principle remains consistent: to undertake a journey of sacrifice and devotion as an expression of faith and reverence.

GROUP MEMBERS:

MARK JEFFERSON V. PEDROSA

CHANNEL JENBER D. GARGAO

LEAN MARK R. BAGUIO

CARLA F. RAÑOLA

AKIRHA L. ZULUETA

LESLIE ANNE N. GUINTO