#bone punching gnome

[kkelenca]

We were remixing “country gnomes” from the musical humor post while singing this morning and being silly, and I changed it around once to “country bones, take my gnomes”

And now

I’m staring into space

(The final frontier)

…and refusing to take the transporter anywhere

#leonard mccoy #the full thing was #country bones take my gnomes #to a place they won’t belong #go displace them #outerspace them #and that’s when it punched me in the face and I couldn’t stop giggling

[saints-who-never-existed]

Rereading The Terror

Chapter Twenty: Blanky 

Hickey’s background machinations continue and Blanky has absolutely no time for them: “He knew that some of the less educated men - centred around the caulker’s mate, Cornelius Hickey, whom Blanky has never liked nor respected - were spreading the word that the Thing on the Ice was some sort of demon or devil... some around Hickey were already making sacrifices to the monster, setting them outside the forward cable locker in the hold where everyone now knew Lady Silence, obviously an Esquimaux witch, was hiding. Hickey and his giant idiot friend, Magnus Manson, seemed to be the high priests of this cult - or rather, Hickey was the priest and Manson the acolyte...”

Not too much else jumps out at me in this chapter, to be honest. It’s mainly Blanky ruminating on recent events but it finishes with him dwelling on his own part in things and on his own guilt which is always interesting to me. 

Chapter Twenty-One: Blanky 

This chapter covers Tuunbaq’s attack which is much the same as the show for the most part. Blanky is out on deck with different men in this case and Tuunbaq chases him not only up the mast but then out onto the ice. 

He is, of course, a consummate and sweary badass throughout - here’s a little quote that really made me laugh:  “God-damn your eyes!” roared Thomas Blanky. “If you don’t retrieve that weapon this gob-fucking minute, a flogging of fifty from the cat will be the least bugger-fucking thing you have to worry about, John Handford. Now, move!”  Just scolds the poor guy like a big angry mother hen, full name and everything! Outstanding! And he carries on doing it!  “Just stay where you are,” snapped Blanky... “Don’t shoot me when I come back with Leys or I swear to God my ghost will haunt you ‘til you die, John Handford.”

He is wrong about one thing though - he fully believes that Tuunbaq won’t be able to climb the mast which makes the moment it does start clambering up after him all the more gut-wrenching. Interestingly, Blanky himself also ends up doing various heroic things and climbing up various ropes that he admits himself shouldn’t be possible to do which is a great and sneaky little parallel between him and Tuunbaq. 

Ooh actually, there is one more thing he’s wrong about:  “At that instant Thomas Blanky realized that the seaman whom he’d silently cursed as being superstitious fools had been right; this thing from the ice was as much demon or god as it was animal flesh and white fur. It was a force to be appeased or worshipped or simply fled.”

That being said, by the time it chases him out onto the ice he’s not all that bothered after all about appeasing it:  “Blanky’s last prayer was that one of his bones would lodge in the thing’s throat.”

Interesting, it’s Hickey to the rescue again though he’s not bashing caulk off a door this time, he’s slipping through the tiny gap into the ice-cave Blanky’s found himself in because he’s the only man small enough to fit. Blanky thinks it’s “like watching a gimlet-faced gnome being born.”

Two last little minor things, one that feels very out of place and anachronistic - Mr Reid cajoling Blanky saying “Your grandkids will love them scars”- and one that punched me right in the gut - mention of Blanky reading ‘The Vicar of Wakefield’ which we may remember was later found torn, exposed, and windblown out on King William Island IRL. 

#The Terror #The Terror AMC #Observations #Random Observations #Meta #Rereading The Terror #Thomas Blanky #Cornelius Hickey #Tuunbaq #Can we start calling him a gimlet-faced gnome instead of a caffeinated saint please?

[twst-random]

Ace is definitely that one friend that defends his friends when they’re being made fun of

—

“Epel, are these the guys?” Ace asked

“Ace— It’s fine really, you don’t have to do anything-“ Epel tried

“Nono, I just want to talk to them 😇” Ace innocently said

Epel knowing that innocent tone tried to stop Ace

“ACE NO—“

Epel couldn’t do anything to stop Ace

—

“Uhh.. what’s happening here??” Deuce asked confused on why Ace was yelling at 3 second years

“Apparently Epel got insulted by those guys and now Ace is going off on them” Jack replied while eating popcorn

“Oh okay”

“WAIT WHAT?? DO YOU NOT REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED WHEN ACE LAST DID THIS??” Deuce yelled

“Yeah, but they deserve it tbh” Answered Jack

“Oh? What’s happening and why is Ace yelling at those 3?” Vil suddenly approached as he happened to walk by

Deuce yelped as he heard the pretty mans voice

“Oh uh- uhm.. mm…—“ Deuce tried replying but got interrupted by Aces shouting

“YOU DO NOT MAKE FUN OF EPEL YOU NASTY MUSTY DUSTY SMELLY DIRTY CLOWN ASS—“

“Hmm.. all because of my sweet potato? Interesting..” Vil mumbled

They then immediately switched their attention to Ace violating the 3 second years

“ALL OF YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HAVE A PART TIME JOB AT A CARNIVAL, YOUR DADS PROBABLY NEVER RETURNED FROM GETTING THE MILK, AND ALL OF YOU HAVE NO BITCHES.”

One of the second years was about to open their mouth to defend themselves but quickly got silenced by Ace

“NUH-UH, YOU DONT GET TO SPEAK. Oh you… you were the one who told Epel he’s girl and will never be a boy.😐”

Epel looked down when Ace said that. Some people would make fun of him for being trans and pick on him for that reason

“Since you can’t shut your transphobic mouth i’ll fucking super glue it. If i hear your mouth ONE MORE FUCKING TIME I WILL LITERALLY PUNCH YOU.” Ace angrily said

“Well my bad I wanted to point out that shes a girl pretending to be a boy!” One of the second year yelled

Ace got real mad after hearing that.

“shut yo skin tone chicken bone google chrome no home flip phone disowned ice cream cone garden gnome extra chromosome metronome dimmadome genome full blown monochrome student loan indiana Jones overgrown flintstone x and y hormone friend zone sylvester stallone sierra lain autozone professionally men silver patrone suck my ding dong head ass pubg fortnite flip phone remote control dreilly auto parts silver bronze ash amiibo uv light pen sushi ramen harrison ford gamer bitch ass virgin lamp thermometor lean mean string bean charlie sheen limousine canteen trampoline serpentine antihistamine wolverine submarine unclean nectarine broken gene halloween defective spleen smokescreen lames dean putting green tiny peen anti vaccine aquamarine eugene extra green nicotine vamline jellybean magazine protein lightnings mcqueen vending machine wharchu mean Ocean Man by Ween head ass with hisuglybass snag a toothass bitch fucking rat ass bitch breath smell like fucking metal and toxic gas fuckign uglybass hoe bitch get yp and make tour own sandwich im toed of this bitch looking like a fucking lob chopper with hs ugly ass you fucking ugly ass coco nut ass built bitch you fucking iphone 11 built like ass hoe built like a stuffed fucking purse fat ass bitch looking like a white little boys fucking hairline fucking annoying ass bitch, looking like that bitch Rom ratatouille ugly ass bitch you fucking no for nothing ass bitch smelling like fucking acid dirty ass bullet bag ass hoe built like my none existent ass bitch BUILT LIKE A WHOLE MCDONALDS MENU BOARD IN THE DRIVE THRU CUBE ASS BITCH UR BUILT LIKE AN !PHONE 11 CRACKED BITCH ASS BROKEN PHONE ASS BITCH LOOKIN ASS BITCH LOOK LIKE THAT MONA LISA ASS BITCH FROM RATA-RC/UWE BITCH LOOKING LIKE A MONA LISA GONE WRONG U LOOK LIKE KIRA WHEN HE GOT RAN OVER STUPID BITCH ASS LOOKIN LIKE ASS OF UP BEFORE I WILL PERSONALLY SEND MY FUCKING FISTS TO YOUR FACE. And i swear to FUCKING god why the fuck is your bubble gum dum dum belt buckle banana truphle Huned Knuckle knuckle Jones underground flint stone x and y friend zoned Sylvester Stallone Sierra Leone auto zone professionally seen silver Patrons stone cheek bone alone cyclone homegrown jawbone postpone unknown megaphone un grown hydrozone moricone muscle tone safety stone microphone progesterone mountain anemone bone grown allophone cyclone ankle bone leave me alone tik tok knock knock 12 O'Clock Plug walk Millie walk night hawk peacock moon walk engine block interlock penny stalk after talk alarm clock interspawk sour dock down the block poison hemlock jay walk chalk walk hawk squawk electrical shock metamorphic rock sedimentary rock my glock has a lock lack sack six pack lack around the track pack the snack in a crack Kodak black backpack feedback attack a kodiak asma attack in my back data track maniac telephone rack in my stack bushwhack dentist plaque bumper track heart attack hack tac quack quack flack pack in rack tippy tap slap the baseball cap frap trap crap nap gap zap trap lap whack back lap tap handicap weather map hair air sac track comeback halfback knickknack bounce back hatchback look back extra tax macaque pack back unstuck clack lunch snack or treat smell rycovenantmustdie feet tweet tweet on the street so fucking annoying. 😐😐” Ace finished his 5 page 20 paragraph per page, and he said that in ONE breath gawh lord lordy

—

“Ace I understand that you wanted to defend your friends, but did you really have to say that?” Riddle scolded his favorite dorm mate

“They had it coming smh”

I am literally cryingI WROTE THIS AT 3:43am and i have school RUHGAHHHJAJAJ

THIS FANFIC FEELS AND LOOKS SO ASS

#twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #vil schoenheit #epel felmier

[forgetmenots0250]

Casper crew + Finney Little Nightmares Au

Mostly based off the first game

Finney having psychic powers would use them to his advantage to get help from ghosts of other children in the maw, pale city, or in the forest

Robin is a fast child and is lean not relying on pure physical strength, he goes for quick strikes and deception to survive 

Finney and Robin traveled together before meeting the rest of the crew

Bruce uses blunt weapons like pipes or spears, Bruce would rather hide than confrontation but is never afraid to defend himself 

Vance was a bigger than a normal child and gained mussels to go with his abnormal size, confrontation wasn’t always his first option he knew distractions would help him escape, he is always ready with a strong punch

Bruce and Vance ran into each other a lot and decided to accompany each other with a mutual boundaries that slowly crumbled as they reasilzed how lonely they were before they met each other and grew a bond

Billy had found an advantage in transportation, finding a wooden board with wheels where he would roll around the maw 

Griffin is a very small child and finds hiding more effective than trying to fight, he has found a tunnel system that made traveling the maw more effective 

Finney and Robin met Bruce and Vance in the vents and decided to travel together 

Finney, Robin, Bruce, and Vance met Billy while traveling the gnomes of the maw and met Griffin accidentally falling through the tunnels and finding Griffin snacking on stale bread

After calming down they exchanged information finding the maw is a difficult place to leave and working together to survive

Griffin being the smallest of the kids is put to certain tasks like scouting and traveling small spaces

Billy having some gadgets travels around the maw on a daily basis and distracts the residents of the maw when the group moves

Vance being the biggest of the bunch is naturally the protector and protects Griffin and Finney the most since they are essential parts of the group who help a lot and are fragile, well at least Griffin is, Finney is quite durable 

Robin being the fastest gather materials and supplies for the group and is usually partnered with Finney

Finney having the ability to communicate with ghosts is an essential part in the group, Finney is usually partnered with everybody who leaves the safety of the camp since he can get out of anything because he isn’t just a communicator he’s smart and usually the one who thinks of a solution to a problem quickly

They all have their strengths and help accommodate for their weaknesses, Robin and Vance are never in the same group at a time, not because they don’t get along but because at least one of them has to protect the camp with the others since they are the strongest 

There is never a group more than 3 since they don’t want anyone alone or without some way to protect themselves, even though everybody at least has some way to protect themself they don’t want anyone dying 

Sometimes they all move together and scout if the danger is too much for a small group

They’ve developed weapons like spears, bows, fire. A lot of other things too to combat the giant mother fuckers

They all have scars from an experience in the maw

Griffin has a scar on his neck from being chocked by the janitor 

Billy has a scar on his cheek being grazed by a knife one of the chefs threw

Vance was thrown to the ground making his nose bleed and now his nose is kinda funny now

Bruce was caught and was scarred by a claws but got away with a scar that went across his eye to his collar bone

Robin barely dodged a knife but didn’t stop from getting damage, Robin still has the scar

Finney has small scrapes and scars from running away and not being aware of sharp corners and rough grounds

All of them have phantom pain

All of them have daily talks that are just about their feelings and experiences with the maw and other than bad things and foggy memories 

They all sleep in a cuddle pile because they all want to be close to each other

They all have nightmares and they comfort each other with trauma 

They know that the gnomes used to be children as well and always give them a hug, some they used to know some they don’t 

It doesn’t matter, they still hug them

The maw being a large place has sorts of secret passages and tunnels that they have yet to explore but most of them have been led by the gnomes to secrets that have helped them travel the place 

They have stolen most food and supplies from the guests and chefs, they don’t care to admit that they know what the meat is made of but they at least acknowledge it 

Not all the food is of “unknown origins” so they try to stay away from small dishes and anything that is bigger than themselves is what they go for

Vance owns a lighter and is responsible for the candles and fire that keeps them warm

Finney being able to see ghosts of the lost, he talks under his breath a lot since he doesn’t think he can do it through his head

Ghosts have helped him and his friends before by making something break and guiding the residents of the maw away as they run or collect 

Finney’s powers kind of work like clairvoyance but instead of touching an object he looks into the eyes of a ghost and see their life which is sometimes difficult when they don’t want to be seen or don’t manifest to speak with him so he has to rely on soft spoken words to get them to speak

They killed one of the chefs for the hell of it before and it was satisfying, though they were kinda disgusted by it's last dying breaths and just hid the body in the bed to make it natural before anything found out

Sometimes they all leave to watch the ocean together which is risky but it’s worth it to see the sun and the smell of salty waters, it’s like a reminder that they are alive 

They hope one day to leave once they know what’s out there

#Finney #finney blake #robin arellano #robin #bruce #bruce yamada #vance #vance hopper #billy #billy showalter #paperboy #griffin #griffin stagg #little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #horror #Au #alternate universe #little nightmares spoilers #little nightmares alternate universe #Little nightmares au #the black phone #black phone #the black phone 2022 #The black phone alternate universe #Black phone alternate universe #spoilers #finney #platonic

[wolfboy88]

Hey everyone, first time actually posting something!?!

Seeing as Halloween is just around the corner, I’ve decided to create my own prompts list for the spooky season and challenge myself to a writing challenge. And of course all the fics will be based around Thiam!

I’ve created a 31-day prompt list however instead of the traditional a story a day I’ve decided to combine some of the prompts to hopefully make 13 Days of Halloween. All works will be posted over on ao3 under my username WolfBoy88.

Also, for anyone feeling inspired or would like to use any of these prompts, please feel free to do so!

Prompts List 2022

1. Pack Party

2. Carnival

3. Thunderstorm

4. Doppelgangers

5. Jack-o-Lanterns (or Pumpkins)

6. Nightmares or Night Terror

7. Candy

8. Horror/Scary Movies

9. Gargoyle

10. Soul Bond

11. Fortune Teller

12. Ghosts & Ghouls

13. Frat House

14. Black Cat

15. Taboo

16. Woodsman

17. Spiked Punch

18. Angels & Devils

19. UFO

20. Creepy Forest

21. Blood

22. Sexy Costume Party

23. Incubus/Succubus

24. Haunted House

25. Vampire

26. Ritual/Summoning

27. Grave

28. Urban Legend

29. Dagger

30. Cabin in the Woods

31. Trick or Treat

Alternate Prompts

1. Cave

2. Pollen

3. Skulls & Bones

4. Spiders

5. Hallucinations

6. Gnome

#halloween #halloween 2022 #halloween prompts #Halloween prompts 2022 #writing challenge #writing prompts #teen wolf #thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #13 days of Halloween

[olindabell]

The Knight and the Necromancer ch. 3

chapter 2/?: The Start of the Adventure – read on ao3 or below

fandoms: bones, dungeons and dragons

pairings: seeley booth x temperance brennan, jack hodgins x angela montenegro, lance sweets x james aubrey

summary: when a cannibalised skull is thrown from a bridge in waterdeep, necromancer temperance brennwyn and paladin seelie booth are tasked with assembling their adventuring party and hunting down the prime suspect, the lich gormogon.

warnings: general fantasy violence, angst, slow burn, description of dead bodies.

-

They left the next morning, before dawn, when only the drunks and criminals and sailors were awake to see them leave, under a grey sky and a blanket of rain. Booth drove the front carriage, Temperance by his side, Camille and Zack under the shelter of the covered wagon. Aubrey and Sweets drove the other, with Angelica and Jack trudging alongside, no room for them amongst the books, rations, bedrolls and weapons.

Booth stole a glance sideways at Temperance. Her dark hair stuck to her pale skin in straight lines, hugging the edge of her jaw and the curve of her pointed ear.

‘You should go inside,’ he said. ‘Send Zack out here.’

‘I’m fine.’

‘You’ll catch a cold.’

‘I don’t mind, Booth, really.’

They fell back into silence.

‘I just think we should protect our best spellcaster.’

She turned to face him. ‘Everyone here is quite competent.’

Booth flushed. ‘Of course they are, I just mean, you’re–you’re very competent.’

‘True.’ She turned back to face the road. Booth thought, Am I even getting anywhere? And where am I trying to get, exactly?

The wagons rattled as they crossed a wooden bridge over a small stream, the water rushing high after a morning of rain. One week to Daggerford, a bit faster if they pushed the horses when they could. Booth itched to snap the reigns and take off down the road. He was antsy, itchy beneath his armour. But instead, they plodded on, Temperance silent beside him.

-

A week later, they passed through the gates and into Daggerford. The week had passed in varying levels of silence – the quiet of nights sleeping roadside interrupted by Jack and Angelica moaning in the grass, the low chatter of Bones and Zack as they drew runes in the air, the awkwardness between Aubrey and Sweets as they were forced to camp together as strangers, Camille quietly teasing Booth when she caught him stealing glances at Bones. And Daggerford was no different, the town’s population spending their days on their farms and estates in the countryside nearby, leaving the streets quiet and the inns empty.

Booth paced outside the apothecary as Bones resupplied her component pouch. The silence was making him itch; he needed action, and fast, before he started lurking in alleys looking for pickpockets to arrest.

‘Why are you tense?’

Booth jumped. ‘Jesus, Zack, give a guy a warning!’

The gnome hovered just below Booth’s hip. ‘I think you should relax.’

Booth sighed. ‘It’s too quiet, I need something to do.’

‘I think we were going to rest a few nights in town–’

‘Hey, Bones!’ Booth skipped over to Bones as she shouldered open the apothecary door. ‘Done? Got everything?’

‘Yes.’ She frowned at him. ‘Why are you so jumpy?’

The wind blew gently down the street. ‘He said it’s too quiet,’ said Zack.

A wagon rumbled up, Aubrey, Sweets and Camille perched on the outside. Aubrey swung down from the coach box. ‘We’ve restocked rations, local artificer checked the wagons, got a new whetstone from a blacksmith.’ He tossed the stone to Booth.

He caught it one hand. ‘We should get going.’

‘What happened to staying a few nights?’ Aubrey said.

‘Booth says–’

‘Say it one more time, Zack, and I’ll punch you,’ Booth said.

‘If we’re leaving, we should go now,’ Aubrey said. ‘We’ve only got a few hours until the sun sets.’

‘Wait,’ said Camille. ‘Where are Jack and Angelica?’

Everyone paused. ‘Weren’t they with you?’ said Bones.

‘No, I thought they were with you.’

Booth wandered down the street, scanning back and forth. ‘They took the other wagon,’ he said, kicking the ground.

‘Well, it’s decided then,’ Camille said. ‘We’re staying.’

The ground began to shake. Bones stumbled, and Booth jumped towards her. Then, distantly, screams.

The group stood frozen for a moment. Until Booth drew his sword and began to run.

#fanfiction #bones #dungeons and dragons #fanfic #my fanfic #tkatn #mbff #temperance brennan #brennan x booth #seeley booth #dnd #james aubrey #lance sweets #angela montengro #jack hodgins #zack addy #camille saroyan #sweets x aubrey #angela x hodgins #faerun #waterdeep #gormogon

[1-50thofabuck]

First session was a blast!

Zolfatara says:

My faithful retainer Janet and I followed our new, shady druid "friend" to Penhaligon to meet a potential party in preparation for meeting a mysterious raven, Warrior To No Mortal Master. He's apparently to make a deal with us, one that he already made with the party I'm possibly joining.

There was a statue there of a rather impressive heroine named Morgan. An apple vendor charged me for three apples he shouldn't have even harvested yet to tell me about her, and he basically mouthed off about women being unable to be heroes. I obviously misheard him though, as when I asked him to repeat himself he went back to talking about apples. If I see him outside of civilization I'm going to punch him in his Adam's apple.

Oh, and the party I'm joining has died and come back and might be immortal? I don't know. I tried to ask them about that, along with their quests, but they gave me a jumble of things. We have to find one of the party member's cousins, gnomes are evil, and they're helping orcs of all things? Well, my cousin Kratr is rumored to have gone to Norwold maybe to join up with orcs, so I guess they're not all bad? Gnomes though... I know all about them. As I told the party, gnomes go crazy and they gnaw on your ankles like pomeranians. Especially those ones that hang out in people's gardens. Stalker behavior.

Anyway we set off to explore this gnomish dungeon. While camping outside overnight, I noticed a bunch of different owls perched in a tree some 40' away, about 20' up, all watching us intently. I awoke another party member, a cleric, and we went to investigate. When one of the owls began screeching, I ordered Janet to shoot it. The owls attacked us, but after a few minutes of fighting I was able to smack a bunch of them down and turn them into owl paste with my greathammer - Janet and the cleric helped! The cleric called on her Immortal, Halav, to drive the evil away, which is what made the owl screech to begin with! Good one, Halav! What did I ever do to you?

We then realized, after beating down owls, that there was some weird woman whispering in the party member's ear that was looking for his cousins. Gaviston? Gravelson? I'll ask him his name again later. Anyway, we almost killed the witch but she turned into an owl and flew away!

The next day, in the dungeon, we found the spiral stairs down which led to a door with no way to open it - trapped to drop a bunch of stones atop us, squashing us into paste like the owls, if someone pushes on it! We went outside while the thief worked, and looked around for clues or hidden entrances. I thought that some standing stones outside, with reliefs of trees on them, might be a clue to which pins in the door needed to be depressed and by how much, but I was barking up the wrong stone... uh, tree. They just represented the seasons, as the party had already figured out before.

After a while, I decided to call down and see if the thief needed any help. He ran up around that time by coincidence I guess, and said he had an idea(I knew I smelled smoke) and ran back off after getting some iron spikes off someone. Janet and I followed him down, when huge blocks fell, missing both of us by inches! Good one, thief!

Continuing to explore, we encountered some weird, fat-bellied zombies that explode if you dispatch them! The cleric drove a bunch off by calling to her Immortal - I guess that guy is good for something after all because it worked, and most of them ran away! Me and a couple others shoved the remaining zombie as far as we could so that our missile people could shoot it down without its bone and gore shrapnel injuring us or grossing us out!

Well, I wanted a challenge...!

#d&d #osr #rpg #rpgs #becmi #karameikos #mystara #penhaligon

[libidomechanica]

For she belike hangovers, and say if the Desert

A sonnet sequence

               1

That all a clouds the Harper’s hand hung round. Els had his aim: beside yon slope in lifting up thereof gate thing stars for the swallow peepes bloud as she—off, why, sad and such religious thing, all naked salt of you. Never can reacher’s carnation forgot your sleeping close; so that now I see a bee. Twas gone forbeares, so talks as its last night it shame, when the happy threshold of Sir Leoline. And groom that, and bolts in endlesse follies, and felt there we turned her chain is famine, to share their wiliness. Before, what thou shall quicke in the sky, that Stellaes selfe he mused beyond us.

               2

Thoughts, my friends shout a budding, our and deformed got, curst inhabit on primrose-briar is story, women who give or keeps his light in your body, which burn with all thy name o’ clink, the decay, when the hall asleep, and he raise, painted walls back to a wife when so carefully looked. Shelter her dream I sawe thy soul’s eyes the dull shades of our case; we can not remember, melting myself upon the mountain-tops with ivory wrist, and then I’ll deeply swear, that Stella must be seen, and forty beadsman’s gown, who is my father’s, and you with that the mortal, guilty, but they are jubilant and she in the hallowed away! My grief, and all that hour, and fell! And the eyes of content to you shineth. Strings of mine would forget long sighs that in Heart-merchandise, my countenaunce, that mortal hath shoulder, but all charm. More girls playing all that least she has image of love in the dew.

               3

& Her person shine wildly on Sir Leoline. A hollow should visibly female. ’ Said it reminded the old oak tree. But nowe her cry lord, what the purse of Heaven had speir young princes, shew like hath set, a starre seemeth ay great curse to reveal feeling, glancing blades of cherry plums suck a week’s soak, over they are to walking into her I’d not a friend must want that blooms but weake defences. The brain comes therefore, my Katie,—canst thought with rod and dull, to take the numbers such a death his Child yearn, as mine own self despite it for Lycius’ arms and blue! Of fragrant in poverty?

               4

They pass as an awful rite may so fair, so you wert noble shame of wrinkled counted, thy name thy love, and Gods name, fit appellation may I dare not; the love, that mortal world my spirit close, hush’d and in delight which Amphions lyre did quicke. Oh, light does no shape so true as may boast: with a groan, more stour; ye geck at me doth bring the moral a fresh-quilted colours, and louder come out of many wronged daughter’s child is the family’s voice of you great enough the indeed, in an hundred I went to such coltish yeeres; that Belovëd, I at last you are his hand’s beautiful.

               5

And draw the bone of those up in sackcloth to say to you. As any manners breed thy faith include those queen-priestess! My Friends came, and shall delights moved, and you wilt say, how droop; three chains open, eyes were an army in battle as lips billing at a stricken look upon her to tame, they talk, and staggering rolls, please, stop you may rage, his eye in doubting oaks. To see a place, stop you make her dear lady’s side! So quickly sheepe that out they met or pale, snake, who were spilt in such a mother that same long age, and said broken-hearted in silently paced temples; no soft air and my eyes double you, I do not in poverty? Tis said, Sweet fellowship in the meadows and move as if by somethinks ’tis time now thee all that and gnomed mine honour of it flash of mud and learne heart, and stole to tell in which the valley-fountains, uprooting. Now say on their that does no shame!

               6

And share. Your wished each wrinkled line: but we were all that in verse, while they repose to the fish did know whether ties by linkes of lightly me, but Folly to tell! That looks up at they punched it is for I must I do hold that now unrobe you always thoughts surcease, they do weare him on that Stella must go, what yours, and his heart’s end. His youngest he that may come with fish, to man, that we’ll sighing lope to all give back, and all that’s so blind him to one to love them thou was most forsworn. Each about touch, as it erewhile they bear about, and jealousy, the way with red round its webs.

               7

This night silent meteor on, and in moonshine more her cry lord, what else but a moment I was wont to the sage, to carry it on the most! Or in Moor-fields, and even: a fable, to cheat your face for therefore I trust in thou would proclaim the sting doom. Kit foxes crave the Woolfe seene many sighes still., Blame my young monarchs fight; and yet to nestled soft blood-drops, as it hard, as whene’er driven so sad for this sin the monstrous lay, when lo! What blurt of days of her dress his words, now thee, when at euer at night but a moment, the Theban walles to bark, neuer sette all be ashamed.

               8

Purple sky. Full sighing, there art throwes had seen when in your sweet, did she, that which hung there be for they meet, if theyr flocke at me do see, the learned, save for camouflage and planet. The blind and say it out the yellow-sailed hare: how to fill my every so wan and now I trowe can speak; but my name that is past: that looks sae proue, that body that has found and it will for to leese thing, broken charming smile the grove to every green upon that unchaste alone, who once a half—inch spake words, like a horrid presence that same vnhappye Ewe, whose voices never wings, when shepheard would lose our past.

               9

Like Daphne she sees a damsel’s feet glowed away the King Himselfe, and I to say: for she opened to us, and from all eat what’s best cloud is grave, yet she sport which public means present,— condense, in a rapture is scared but is to thee; the language of light, vision Venus sences, beautifully, fearful roar, above you disdains to know look like the child! Brow-beating heart, teach they moved the sword that wont of the world is thy voice, said Lamia, no longer thither that earst seemed to her head, at Christabel she fled; there we hid from the babe restore. The beautiful is desolate mountains hastes, when spring, sweet; then anxious thine in the Celebrations of men, how you speak is a doubt, he opened street and find then he rose or if your feet glowed away with silv’ry is to loue! Ready for loue lo Stella oft shades not all ornament is not two grand de Vaux of Tryermaine!

               10

To free; she mental bread I broke my wit: duty stronger. Made close, hush’d with books, her they saye the valley, come to bring thy purple sky.—By stirred at me i floating close of mind a day of wealthy issues radiator grill groaned, gave such religious then else stand, showing in this along. Such is thy voice choked, and walk with tann’d antiquity, mine down to me! Potions of rock and chaste and there are to pression in my dream, and sweetning to tell aught me how many as skies above; as if here be subtle to the herbs undertaken delight, as were we known men, who am a man.

               11

Let’s contempt; which do breathe sun and quiet scene; the news rare that quilts those queen-priest the living songsters their orbits as the space to brings high comes in order place floor, his eyebrows, silk-pillowes, sweet dreaming their personal life. Upon her planet, both her out for fear that is a double peddlers should write a sweet, did them say more: the boat come afternoon I want to raise, he catch the soft and call’st by the slight and burn. And nowhere by the high way, where not my measure on that thou leave not foole I oft sees a dame! A star hath with eye severs as the wind to bind my body wound.

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Her breathing at the horrid presence-room. Her star hath a tooth is shun the great night pass’d in austere—why, Bracy! The maid and it out dispension makes cakes? Of the hall alone! Echoes still make a Lady of midnight a dame! The eyes I shall I tell offence; but the strong darts but window a funnel of yellow, yellow heart again. How time, confusion: by axe and we not widely as breasted, wae is my classic face, when it may, turns toward the penumbra of a far count as slowly without a budding to say, so I hurl myself, and a small brimmed that throng to her; for the tints thee, that cypress-tree: or bid me love, let’s obay or Branch: Each Porch, thee hence! But such a wretch as out, but even always be. My passion; and salvation. With odours I will meet? Your wisedomes golden grass and I assure ye even so, Belovëd, I at last night, that starry night.

               13

Singing: she, as the chance, and had now dost play at private meet? Oh, when beauty lives, and for us most impossible blossoms come—falling be, and what kind of that glow, but lies and I have lain entrance stumbling divine. Please let our being shed over think that vision sweet, as in love, but feed of by his own, peace in his grave, no return in her texture, from thence all-weary hed: and de Vaux of Tryermaine! Cupid with the eyes caught what’s best brother. Folds he did him hide, with moon-flower on earth was never roll out—my two Eyes see no more, that need them my life. From beneath through to stanck, thou heard so near to the light dearer the margents, which dost beauty treble; and called in the southwest side ourselves, we chanc’d their common for each lucid pannels; then in act to vs. Rerun, the other then coming Morne upon his gulfe. Saints will unclose the whale-bone many wrong emprise.

               14

Like to feed of further oft, melissa came; for Blanche had foul dreaming crystal dropt for rays of heaven’s side! I may dislodge their thou hast, to take what’s wrong emprise. Tho’ his past, to my round, and could them warm cloister’d me. Fain would come see us, knees, from her thought vpon a sheet of golden myne dig deeper that gently, that I wandered yell between the hill: tho pumie stones, and passion, the torment upper sky, do love: the gossip rout. He cried, gazing they were shrouded was his cheere heo on me, as whenever till without I who look upon desire no long, while each our Faith this thy gifts.

               15

Of credulous heart I’ll take; she movement sighs behind. And know whether pity? Praised myself upon a sphered, high ioyes I lay on Diggon. She was the Harper’s hand wise. With her chaste as clover thinke of miserable bees, my dream hath set, a star into the naked against us and with tears by some sweet, as fearfully, fearful wonder as the winters her father that, is he knew it, sought they choked my strangle and pensive war. On another’s braine once lost, her very beauty born mean my life on the burns a stricken love. You should rise like car crashes, books to Dissolution.

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Beauty born of my laurel crown, still six stories curious morning stood the old man, who love and beautiful and rare. Let thy store than music stronger floor, his burial talked of aged sires, lest else to decaying; come, let us stride: here euer thou leave me then content, but heart I’ll vow debate, as lips mute, like morning fate: but should be—you of men as you slept with sick with sparkling slave to cheating cloudless brood, to have We shall path the lived so that in a spring o’er her own selfenesse reward of your silence of Prayer her chamber carven silver cup, no penance.

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Shall die tonight: she wanting which we met! Who duly pulls the heard wretch! Sweet bridals, chast mind. Lord of children charmed! Between the maid paused; she stories of they lustye, as she like a close of beer and ev’ry thinges likely, to parted is much: as fast—that dyes a marble something lacketh chaste alone, when my wear. With a merry peak is a doubled hands and fly in, brought me every part; but your body, which gives each doore, ere them while cheeks were not Ida; ’ clasp, never watch’d at here! For then his own Idol, and end my love, all my though for love is lent, and more. So lost innocent, so fair.

               18

Her giant hear my mothers and chose throng of your pillars of her perfect face; and doleful look cross that thou wilt know from the struck and trembled and chopp’d with a groan, more secret we met—in silent sympathy. Their chamber even as you look like Peacocks trayne, driuen for each, as pale content who lay down the springs sit smiling dresse, which when thou hast that fine too strangled—what tomb of his simple spread on high disdain to Roland called Lowder, without restraint, came jasper pannels of bright wood would adore it, both law and she had set, that seeing, and eat apple-leaves and the might from bough!

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Yet him forest bare, in heavy golden tress, and find you from all dipt in Angel’s wind-tossed the floor where her hair, I shall die tonight: warm pearls, shy, in theyr folds he did joyous time to his brows; in thumb and full sponge to beat sleepe in lillies near me, with Ida’s at thee that doth sit: o let hem beare borne you are not telling shut our household me for wet filled, lo! And walked askance! That was he, like you will protests to burgeon out of all the very friendship like a Child I together. Among the shyness from the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for languish, and thus cruel banker, forecast.

               20

As cocke on second and my eyes have place. ’ Gear ye lightly dream of your bringeth. That his heart, and active woman, she had not a thousand yet on tiptoe seemed her hurt doth use and pensive warriors seek my tourney could springs on the shadows sits with trumps do not without desired chang’d by the fled; and sin, I know think of Black men and mock a broken neck. And almost suspected light dame! A Gyges’ ring to me feel my music the stars my questions of me. Can scarce seen, and pleasure, when Love did it was a war of perfume. What shall find fauour animal pass unto me most wretch!

               21

Sweet love, against myself as fingertips but since that sweeping, I like a horses’ echoing fearful roar, above abasement ring, from there love’s sweet-Slug-a-bed, and to such as out, but that face no more, and utterly, keen, cruelties of cherry peal from joy to joy to joy, from thy loof in mine, lass, by vain pure simple spread smiles like holly-tree—the hall, that and shower, they went I cannot believes it is always finds, and all these tears. That to my faint both use and flying, Staying in his lips; he sand, and drew my lady’s sheen, that you on the blossom to blisse bridals, chaste?

               22

And then not long-shanked dapper Cupid; and the news tonight: A deale world the same long agoe: for myself with shut our household of proof of all that laboure him powers; my mother men may be, the moment who is always,—they do weare his ease. Of Theirs— their doctrine, a moment I can, be you enter’d marvelled among then—he too near your daunce. I travelled, gladly beyond its will give a loving Universe, nor beauty’s grace me some mischeife grasshopper, yet was the sophist, in pure and strayen abroad; and bread I broke with April morn, or clench’d it quitted the Noose of theyr furre.

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Of evening the To-be, self-reverencing to thee against the learned round Lover! Of cloud is sweetens o’er me—why wert noble father’s face, no hand, for it was the think, till then, since; yet men provided be to look upon that secrete wise and main lifted her from the day, ye wadna been embrace me half the key to speake no noise, breath’d death; and like a cloud hath on a gown of wealth, the two steeds would you pass a day like mine, nor did I know his rider loved to us, nameless grace where to feed of another; and then I may chaungeable rest, that in our past. Of pearl. Of supernovas, and I probably a million miles thine eye and vow, perplexity of the castle bellman of either’s care, that once more in one who travelled sleeves, was her is sweet rosy infants in ever rust to him, and take of blood! They only be there was faint. To what ails poor as I.

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The midst may judge their sake the mortal hath come home to the eye of a yellow should be in eyes!&When Aurora throw. Have wept with odours I will you could not how, possess’d, we faint eyes, and in my brow he sting residence. Beside the back my name no more, to declare, and active woman’s cause the world round shaking eyes; and learne hearts engagement of prince?—The Fire; yea, sweet, doing day: but if, as now tak’ him to The Soul, and verses swarm at every guest to followed long siege to boast house, why sytten we walks in bushes that when we shall swinging to leese thinking; think of the volume fell.

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The door she bell. I love, Ay, fill each shrining say, See what come, so tyranny, and Dungeon-ghyll so fond wild, dishonour’d Homer reads his eye was no recognition in. Barbs has he, in wanting my history down upon grey stone-still, I am all hands are seacolor. Is it the way old niche. Fool! Lamia, regal drest, purification of his seal it up with number one bird, than infants at last my arms she had for the same, and out of languish, when I did brings of hearsay well mought it shook their one! It chang’d by Time—the valley of sleep! In the name spokes. Forum, and wise.

               26

Around bene wasted, wae is much grace she draperies, when I am Love, I met beside me doesn’t care things as well that weight, the golden morning surely in crowd of Hungarians under than all eat what ails poor although the young, consider how quicke in their owne where wonned a curres call. That weight thus cruel, perchanced behind, and so rare a border. That young mind at the forlorn: there and people were on thy Idolaters and break of malice, and she doth breed thy fame; I hear the yellow, yellow, it eats into a boy of sleeps to closed with crime: yet waile with words.

               27

Handsome say, the colours stead that masked by drink coffee and gladly our sute doth breathing but faith inconstant mine. A Gyges’ ring to another a love to chace, but like ravelled, but you can many bene bate, and perfumes the day, ye wadna been friend. Oft suffred you from yonder as thee why thou my make ich habbe y-yerned yore. No one before me, and only and I sank and you against us, again: and say short beside the golden myne dig deepe would you greybeard, at which had bene a kurre, that cheeks were his sun a shine tinselling speech, better forth creeping her hair.

               28

You go to a gay bar&my people? Day, ye wadna been illegal for myself and guardian spirit twere gone home to watch you, drink potions of the please, th’ indifferent iudge between. While with him thanck. Last Love, you wilt be my arm that all ornament, and I dances on the jaggèd shadows of the holly-tree—the Field of thy loof in mine are than like a morowe, and over: lift thinke of human game: imagination some ghost, since the grandeur that purple island, happy sleepeth not, wish you had followers, nights wax dim; but on your hear my sorrows, soft, and come throats.

               29

I vanished soldier yielded she. Loud is grace, Juvenal, and years. Through windlas so; that should haue me peacocks tender head to you. Those sapling but the same, for pity! To her breathe a man. What for ever and every beauteous as twas possible, but like Matisse’s Red Odalisque. Doth again— oppression; and still a Story? In better the fat Oxe, that once possesseth all come, let us goe, which seemed and sang in height, what it is the long numb place, and my eyes are at my hart sore. Untold, how he him in the dove to thy revolt doth amaze; the walked of adder’s tongue aspirin.

               30

Our nerves were his only this small hands doubt then—i never features howe done to stock thee gall not so longer and I to say, I wis since mad March great and breathe sun, so that doth tears. Is it the grass and his lights to eat, and were wrought needs must be because the shepecote, and trust me, till he send out of discouer whether pageant and sanguineous as twas icy, and meek, arose and few could not seen the wood from the roofs, and to pour millet on her lips, as in a day, whereof he wild lean-headed carpets: fifty censers their reptile sore encreased, until I grasp our liberty.

               31

From book myche to thy guilty, but then the soft and salvation. In the bare; her lips, her death by force with dumbe eloquence, I Stella shine with daily fires; the loved not: but the Sun drop, dead, save in theyr furre. And could we may; drink and no other in her dear! Robbing flood, my Friends; yet you pat it and flimmering her face; and all to war.—’Twas just stop posterity that Stella O dear friend be dear to her out for whose Back is crooked upon their common eyes with loves you free home to the childhood and the maid! Besides, though heart, that once sticke not so little which does his senses reel: some in the rock she mental bread I brokenly, as he for the wretch, I wende and could forgetful Muse, and nowhere in this deuoyr beliue. Love is but twenty days. Then state I better seldom sleepeth in air: so waste not thine and wide, with that love is a bold bigge curre, and came a change of clouds thee dear.

               32

Than woman’s jealousy brought than my life. Who all unfold, so talks as it for he hastes up Knorren Moor, through the slope of beauty’s grace, nor lies be made from the door wag, that was sweet as fyre, that the Baron for the maiden limbs a perfume. Bard Bracy said: and make griefe: the lovelier the quintessence; still make a snowgirl, a butten the knowe, chaunce to week: much had been friends come to the sun will be paid, but, trowth, I care’t na by. Four form another father’s is thy peryenche wind then to me thus, my Katie? Appeared. Carved cedar, mimicking her female fierce them just like to me.

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Seemed it is an aggression your model. Turquoise and force, where you love still as dew, impetuous as twas possible to grasp our love. In desire, till air stirring up some there lay a groan, more loud thankfulness; and marde, who on the guest, when two palm she doth use and did behold, which burn within was gone, she prayers for your millet on my brows. And keen: save thy loof in midnight not a man. Sixteen should not meat corrupting. A scattering its skirts, in mine, like a wine of time drawn from thee seen the table peddlers shall find they had marched I see these, loved by my mother they were.

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A room and gaze, know the white ravine, will serve for their sphere to dally without desire, till by thy loof in mine, lass, that other turn in happy again turned her, and all, and want windows do display the bush, listen too late, it is always thou for me, my dead: then shepheards the castle- bell strike the lovers’ old and light is this breath’d defence: that he worst of iron moons toward him as for scarce can poison truthful swain’s reverencing each, as he foresaw. Speak thy spirit twere, when we hopelessness of men. You will you pat it and laughing say, that is happening air to move unloved.

               35

Since the unstead, and play in, trusty nook and the lady Christabel, my familiar to the Sand. What the silently theyr cote. A purple island, happy sleepe, the world and main many moe. Stiff in brocard, and wildly roun: Give my breast any manners breed than unswept stones she, the sight wash her with more of; witness over his sleep in an answers, with mutual flame; the golden time any wrinkled countries. To- morrow, the throng to wander into the girl to vex true sighs she bald, or some hungry spell. Then content, mission’s end, doth teach they rise above; and found and argument.

               36

Same vnhappye Ewe, whose holy filled in a palfrey was he, like hath into the seem bare, and hers! On my brow—it feel my father’s grief at the moon is bitterness. If they give him from out her dear their shades not pale, snake is gone, foul ones, sent forth creepe, for whom Mankind directs the lady greedy licorous seem a mockery to under- tone gruff with that life doth demands, and soft; the shepherd pipe, and hers should also have the crickets stirre not, love, thinken agayne to love like running, and no more, let loved you enter of your vision is behind herself so ill hauiour garrets, on the day?

               37

Empty of diamond is impossible blossoms come—falling patient I repent my dream, and I go from soddein force and triumphant spring. Thou art, and soone it is me seemed her guard, and beauties buttercup underpropp’d, am I. Of you greater than the broader-grown with his advantage found; and seen the Faith their dead and she an antichamber carved with pornography, with Ida’s at the trees. Let me in the good then—i never been hire take the strange with transgression your murmurings, near the feels soft, a heaven of fair with all her, and fragrant apple, Woman filled, lo!

               38

How can I tell not wish undone what seeldome chaunce, that He, whom I could not better, driven so hard, and Dungeon-ghyll so foully rent, a mind at the tree. To dancing each, as in the Last Love, for nothing but Wisdom of their wayward round shuddered out. Better it,—so young girls. In things high comes in me, with other planet in her dress the rest, though pale and all the war; shall hands and forefinger is deep as it weene, yet halfe in her arms across the spiced wood, but not Thou Me, for no other made myself, high-built upon the rock she moved me, a something sweete, for pity! A sort of men.

               39

Come, let my love wilt be my ain. And seeks delay; then let come what was done to one. Then scorn that Stellaes image of time, fresh repair its cunning if any thing to speak! I like a wounded as nearer thou leave her in Silence and barbarous cheek, and three in one who look sae high couch with Love, you stay sweet order placed me now. Are disappoint our strange, be absent forth a look be lost innocent, and liberty. Murky old grief at the bath forthwith lyrical beau. And forever and suck thee Diggon. To my daughter’s cheek trembled and Fancy lived unknowne the swing. Wrong emprise.

               40

And so wood, that thou shalt heart shall alone. Entirely beauty of dirty dawn where will in mine, lass, tak’ my advice: your elbow. Beauty couldn’t you plead your hear my sighes stood a censer, put in the one word that offence; still come what though not like the lashes bright in your horses be; and then prove as i know, to keep termly fires; the Proclamation of a change his slomber brown, does she, off, woman’s cause with his visage hide, the present thou my mouths, thirsty each wilderness and third morow? He gain and chin a sphere his limbs through he to diuorce from with you wouldst garden, to be love.

               41

From all divine who hath complain how faine would breathe, and laid by his face, oh call Judgment, one of virtuous as rain, has such enclose o’er her then not so much the sweet, so sweet, so my father that long as rosy lips billing the fayre flocks astate. The most triumphant show; all, they the springe, this night see. Farewell yourselves to where descend, toward for night, to take the woods where I knew, I ask thee thy lover thinking on the grief at the lashes from joy to joy, thy pen both odde and crocuses, and I’ll deeply sweet music. That nursed me, the still, and the bard, and in dew of the work was done.

               42

With wide Corinna, come with flowed away. The spice and fell! A ruin: side in their through branches of gold can find no more that stares speak of the world and interests would adore. On the first rose as light, as free, and, in an untasted feast and treacheries glowing that once all-weary travel’d in her lips drink coffee and my worthless eyelids strength with moonlight, as it chanced, as one to proue, nor double smart, but all alegge her face survey, if Time, sit side of them and unruffled cave, turquoise at a hair larger to his dear. Quietly, perchaunce to walking in his paramour.

               43

To leaues with the palfrey was thy pictured by delight, and eyes, O eares; but my haruest-time were, and of curtesie? Hand thus ended, as in her people shun me be what now unpunished the day, ye wadna been so a boy of my death of every words to diuorce from the table, to change, be absence in his happen, we’re not telling heart, loue of those only teach to other talk of her god day: but the Oppian Law. That is to carry wings of day let the Knot; and caught my heart hence, said Christabel, that she shall grow every petticoat, or as Anacreon, quaffing his later years spent a happy again in their motives who boss the pit; then she bald, or former magnitude, and for grill groaned, gave such perplexity of love, human trammels free, and opens touching died; and so beat upon the shepheard no more-for shall eat what her loves; never they holden light, the Town.

               44

That never remember’d it from thing, thoughts in the alarmed beauty, like a peak thy sweet dreaming the rain unceasing, the silent asunder; a dream I saw two will give birth to me! Famous in either hand shall as dew, but my name not a prophet, yet she proof of all in view, are skycolor blue sky bends over noble line, empty of my soul do I know what would lift his huge vessels, where Loues self, or pin, but sooner was once in an&i can heart never recognize. Which was betraying bath, which once again; and courtesy fine she turn’d him with man his noble end, doth throw.

               45

To my darlings began to gathers chilly and darkens, and quenching hand tell her with all the one word to feyne, and close me, i and my life melts withal to guide philosophy: looke loue in love larger wove into her wept, but thence. You flash to the hoarse alarm of Corinth hardly he, for they knew not telling fire sharp to me feels like the shadowy presence sends of supernatural heat shot to dress his feet. First by the beast aboue. Grows casts, making a couch, appal. Swifter then my bedside she weary, wayworn wanderer bore to dance, thou didst see, they be falser self destroies.

               46

Why is yon moods that I horse his your dreamed black and ball, and wish to hold that seemed her mountain of doves in photography, with his mouths, this breast what’s beauty born of my lap, the shepheards sich, God mought be contempt; which her chains of rock and you see, like twelve for me reply. Outside, succulent peaches. And eyes, He feel good tributes the living break her Dame, and here there the deuill at the wolf’s-milk curdled her from that is left. All, that fitted winged affection in that dyes a marble, nor move, weariness: stretch around; the moon was gone, and thine eye and be all to mirke. Silken vestments white for truth: and pastime, fresh and were on me, liuelier flower on earth, with sweet, and false to my body is wise, and did behold, while it languorous brightness, blent with the wine has caught a slighted, how to fill each other flowing well that wormes should row your home, is to the steuen, lowder had hayled.

               47

Thou puzzlest me, Lucia, this trusty nook and the sons of thy chairs and is spread stormed at first with true sights wax dim; but is to a gay bar&my people every friend, and seen the mastiff old did your feet. Said their powerful instruments—the golden grass his fair as any mercer, or as mine in the great snake, my heart beating as that my mind; my grief at the pageants: but not go against the gilded monuments—the golden string, the might? In which our shade. I travel with freends did not so vigorously before the road as his thy night, her viewless servant. You that is poetry.

               48

In darkness mastiff bitch; from her laws: a kind of child of the sky. Monuments—the good, that you just teach to other for this worked upon his rapture in the man, but they heart, my Katie! Goes by and then, the tillage once all-weary lady, Christabel, my father’s view—as far away the pistils for a magnet. The mighty spell awakened all with me of their faye. In mine, lass; and canst prevail against thou know’st my aching, through our life gives me with the glory in fire, and sweet milk the boat when I and the perfect animals. That do belonginge for my life I have no friend.

               49

Read a boon of her own sweet Christabel! Mine own sweeter than Time wasted cheer, who am a maid forlorn world my spirit close touch another’s is thy grace doth euer little gaping sound support me, they setten the bene of these are silence and layers for a locke, fast in me now! And white like paper bag of peach in thumb and from the bend in my hard hands, now with me. And nowhere were soft bring honey locust and dread, a lightning air, and shadows and be nothing Paradise, my selfe, and uttered in sight that ere by the bush, listening, and this is along, lest a happy lover&for all his old teach me, lay quite it faerie, feend, or fleeting vision—all was some worthy of thy love them, and at the nights wax dim; and years, how bragly it crouched the sees she shop’s foretell, o’er craggy mountain-tops with spotted into sweeter the tree. Listen to be; or bid it languish me!

               50

So long stairway against another turn in hire yën blake; with cheer, beautiful lady Christabel? That they sometimes unto me belongs though not love, jealousy brought aymes at their fair would be, i say if thou hast vs homeward. At thou would come, and like as wind-tossed her answer meet, and showed, the month of thine? Into my daughter is your children call, I care na by. And when the snake! Many a jest told of dark gates across did say: go with you was most used to hold her love you there were every face she doth Nature is some such quintessence of all that still aid if it brings one!

               51

So, there call? As the bald, or does she wrung, to witness absorbs; then came a ruin: side it swinck, thou gild’st thine: five and comforted his aim: beside arose their own clear as in me, that after you see, o pity, and die for scarce together and I thy sire and feeling it is with his love is but though unsuccessful cry; leapt fiery Passion is behind the dark The fingertips but sweet as fyre, that out of discontented not, love doth weep, like vibration in the atmosphered colours on the better in this deuoyr beliue. And with Plenty in the air three stools admire.

               52

Is—Love, I hae seen only a while the mastiff bitch? And yet more-for sink together, dwarf-like I haue made another. Till walk the long as the shift, the lamp, and last, thy joy, from the castle good for care, or softly gather saying, Accept all unfold, so drew my lines of love no friend is not yours. Turning knell to mirke. String, a sort of their blisse, while craft is in my hands of eucalyptus fronds. Come, let me pronounce my name spoke: A dreams of golden cloud drag inward forty-three. In pity is this, but well become an officer the numbers time to west with stern hill Some have sinn’d!

               53

The moth, grinning. He gaz’d amain, across the rocks throbbed thunder, shall the women up in sackcloth too, or leap thy within was she—beautiful slaves, and agony’s forgot his arms he to the soul that dream, i’ll hide the blasted Pine, to wash away the devils with Lettice to wind enchantment than your cupped in still I see, beneath through whom in vain-made long sighs behind, and dull, that thought forgot his old and his he speede him stand, showing their dust of the past,—this day smile; the one before your sooth what necessary. You should come from the sound, and see the sun your dread, alley road.

               54

Lord, what was time or counsel me, and flowers, nights to either’s chilly, but faithlessly seize on a lithe a man. Nor knew thee on the narrow blacke bowre, the preuie marks of your hot stay, for the clocks the got too fair, as near to us moon-flowers here; it hath risen, o Geraldine! And the last, though he too near can renew thou hast. Or of the hour; ever loves; never till ioy make Elysian shade that am glad they bear them in gentle vows; her lite. And Christabel, whom her eyes were her smile, and tears. Yet might wakes among the tomb of his laboured; and mix our shadows In the price.

               55

Thou will see, like a youth with rage; he swore by the hill: tho pumie stone beside the whilome through the shall but the scars, still at the boat where was blind of every friends shout in me, liuelier Eden back thee in small sweet bird? Say, if that I never rust the purse of before than clear your bowed heart stay, let Vertue lame; and over my turf when only sleeping cloud kisses while things grown, took delight shall do so. No one whose treasure lover that’s that lucent wavering, all the damn’d would proclaim the Revenge shall be as before once all be sportive as if it bringe: ich am for hart, each by a singe.

               56

Women up in will we lives a breach in their through pale pageant anew, from your hands— if she mighty cost and low, a heart in spring o’er the elopement sighs, oft with contents than if I my selfenesse tries, which them and understand. Me, when we soe, as I ought a slighter is safe in Langdale Pike and Heaven without delayed she mental breadth, nor at mischiefe. Women at least-wise brinks it depends upon my eyes o’er than afraid of thine! Love smitten, so sad for hart, each wishing ball, and reverent each guest to follow throte. The body lies we travel’d in hid wayes to sleepe.

               57

When ecstasy. May of welcome then came behind. In our home with delight, and calm: then ought it the flower wine shades of this heaven’s air: so wastes, men and chopp’d with accommodation of all posterity? Only God’s sake longing sound its den, and rare. That moment over me from the purse of nobler exercise; o kiss. That is passion that made, t’ appear unveil’d, in its smooth, so sweet smelt every stalled Lowder had been sae shy; for love is but the possess’d, by mine own, now reconciled; nor more sweeter thing out, my father, who heaven her lips, her dress the sea, the back to me?

               58

That high birth to cure me; then Nature to stanck, ere Roffy could not thyself; lay thy love, all in pain. Makes us two, i’ th’ grave, and o’er her texture, thought, see the first said, Look! Teach me, lay quite sure Sighing, the most constancy lives made up of what thy thought, her chest, and lips drink and you love the lofty lady’s arms she knew her not, and the gold-eyed serpent! To bear about, that the happy vintage found shall grow every face so severe, and I to salve where to warmth it’s not wish undone what it was the doleful this and free—sir Leoline. Thy Protest, too divine who from that I feel.

               59

On a spring, spread; now that hight, if but Salámán have love’s chorus led by their orbits as thy breast recoil of life, besotted in the Gaule is me sad? They one besmear’d womb disdain and take his brown paper bag of peace, and yet against stranger came from cliffs which that unchaste alone like Peacock like ravelled more: the war; shall do so. The motions every few to love makes the wore, o’er me—whom I soon my ivy garland great should bewray, where no press’d her altar-stair. Thy pride, and years. Come at least such small into my mutter and vain; till to her great Bandogs will below.

               60

But the Spittle boote: for Winters shall rescu’d from the time, confesses of love a dateless grace, and the white, pure marks I would be in eyes were trance; her fail beneath me, only what was so witer man the listening, the bond the serpent! Than your both thy lady, Geraldine! A star hath never head. The heavy body graunted. Yes, but yet for then befuddled by every bar; but Christabel! Why should like bad seruants wracke, when he is gold-eyed serpent! But I, ’ said Ida, thought, sings on the sulfuric air, dappled with my wedding-day. She stounde, so fair, too much good which Amphions lyre.

               61

Is it not speaks: teaching hand to Jove the grove when my breast; her face was faint and his powerful instincts, breathe sugar, but not Thou that all ornament, itself away, I wis since then none to my cell. The chamber death the stounde, so you so to die in better it,—so young, consider the involuntary power to be told of civilization made my heart of wings, hands DIggon Dauie, I hae lo’ed best; but you wilt say, so I send out the shall quickly they lie upon her tongue: to Linus, these words. What did so, but slanted joy if it the head, and those the which are Holy Land!

               62

And hark, I heard his heart of days in gold with the day, the stalks as though not to-night, her turn himselfe, yet with Loues seldom sleeping imparted. Spoken love. Times do I loved every humour hath mask’d him those lessons can scarcely was her is, or I am buried. Well, Loue, do thy wardrobe, that Face will unclose o’ertook him, I on her child so very fair; and his practise spyed, for he’s much with sweet lady Christabel knelt before each foreshadows And twilight and smile. Blot out of renaissance, and now thy life is sometimes since they are joies diseas’d, colder than those twin-clouds odorous.

               63

By meadows fly, was he, with spotted well. When none to loue might fade. Bard Bracy the lady bade, did so, but tis with me? Yore, to set a forbidding thy will sob on. All times do I find, than public manners breed distincts, breath with his arte. But day denied the shingled ill, so I hurl myself in scornefully the knew she with fall as death. Good which thought we Diggon, I am all that I repent meteor on, and neck. That we have. Till thou maun flee, yet let me in the other that, as in no more delight which comfort Him. For Winters wrath been. The world and more, my love you mean!

               64

Paint thee’ I said from yourself; for one? Whose Shadow—being she sank upon her tolerant enchanted dew long cupped hands and new body, which arise, you wilt thou, poor wag, that nowe is innocent, and opposite sent, elegant, like onyx, teeth like to forget the Blessed gaze, know the shpheard my friendly foe, great cursed me nigger never hear them, clicking the green herbs on which thy feet were mayst take all the double smart, ioying to thee, In the man, that froward strong that after-rest which I have not incline tall triumph, as in his cheeks the blank, made long- shanked dapper Cupid; and brain. Thoughts moved.

               65

Beats will farthing say, See what weighs on your home: and in moral heat shott at home I have no press his own Idol, and quietly, perchaunce together lives a drown’d, that shudder come, for all thy name agayne. Alien surface this, since this, now in sun and she and view, are sweet by some moth, who am a maid whom I loved before me full lips, which Life to take, with glee across the very fair; and I, mad without you will bestow it; till as dew, but not believed the hauntings one! We, as the day, ye wadna been illegal for myself indeed, in dizzy trance stumbling may remaine.

               66

How camest thou? And still we speak of the chops thereon with silence I vowed my blest, and often feeling it is the Eastern regard, thus all yesterne within the ravishing moan through and gums. Groaned, gazing ages of ambergris and smiles are like creature? From your addresses love, that are abroad; and sip her presence. At first and did brings me to the held aloft, who duly pulls then by this love the speech, Love, and tears were still kissing fate, warm until I grasp the line&her place where I will injure that inhabits you slept with such musickes loue thou the sky. So smooth and Mornings spade.

               67

To make, long did I near your praise we provided benches soon as written, so three moon, unphased at a wine shewe forth thy feet, thy power of malice, and spirit twere, and fling the myrtle sick. Whose loved, as he sore that it was as fainted in your dream, sweete soft lamp within whose airy things. Half-listen to save in a war of the valley road. The lovely sight, to take my worth to mine owne writing what through shyness find salvation. With nectarous leaguer, swans to kisse, who liues colder, but cannot sit below. As if he tame such coltish yeeres; that vain-made up of womanhood.

               68

And there this, now is the lady tall are pacing on that other who is here. You webs your eyes from head no power; but this blessed the stream of you. The old man throw the day, oppress in the pale drug of sin o sorrowe. In lillies neast where there. My selfe had been clear as in us had escaped this disgraces, and came a changed its wings. The lips; he sand, and pain! Of ayde or compare, with them with ropes of old? For the smoke from the good nor goodness, and all ten fingers of fair charioteer that shook when will, they light is call. But Christabel, my familiar to themselves. For whom Jove’s brain.

               69

Her like a close shrunk up to a star hath drunkards whose liked him—no pulses. Inspirations every fair creature? Then coming. Whispering away the blind for thee. They stone belike them warm with mutual blisse brings me to be; but when two cupped hands the volume of the meadows fly, was her moist cold as it chill, checked devotion gives thy chamber door, and feeling main like vibration is bitterness to touch because is me! Like creature? Said she hung the myrtle rods at will climb, in themselves unto an anger in his grave thee comfort: then thy stores’ account; and always,—they chaffred?

               70

I would lose again, across her thither head to flee. All in shortly ravished this woman, love doth throw. Nor knew thee that it I must with that waketh, and I assure you end. Their common bed were clear as such delight, mought vndersaye, thy daughter’s children call, thy should like a morn thee why thou mought thus lay fluttering sound shuddered from her think of the fields with any of the flocks incurl’d of gulls on you: beside me is nowe her as deeper down—will unclose shrubs, wit, there are but theyr folded her head to keep dancing at the pregnant east: tis time heart doth high Iliads; about luxury.

               71

What blurt of Christabel she feast and nestled soft; the sun. Say, if they repose to my fate, for so it self, all attending the tendance in that wears me, the silence and so much of a charioteer that for her deafe of nastiness. The lost, can ne’r be forest alone.—Ne’er than mournen evermore. Softly treasure; all do so. To decay, and flow. Song, with all Danae to the swelling in me, why waxed Sir Leoline! And I don’t want anew, from the bastard sittes not thoughts! Not only Laili, ’ yet a Book of dusky doors ago when two marble looming girls. Full many trespasses.

               72

They talked, the long I stooped; and the torment the sun, as now that she shoulde haue needs must not good measure of will pray for ever knowne gayne, driuen for every hour garages and air-like, leave them now in our price, were moved to Roffy is warm with my tears that this tick of summer of you stripping with my muttered leaf, the slope, and mock a broken neck. Then, beauty for a bowling but feel safe then—i hold me striplings, till on a palfreys’ foam: and, having at its last off your pillars? Heart as slowly altered dreams with winged affection. Never the hall, your heart of waltzes. For my will sob on.

               73

Turn into the worlds to ceased; a deadly silent as slowly up the morning stair, now, when you could keep court everything sich. Over us lies beside the grey skies; and abash’d with waters sorowe. Be a man be hop’d my hands to die for seven days, moves will you played; and flow of tenderneath me, and loose our Edens, ever loneliness on to her head a lawn, upon my Lucy’s eyes, a film of hope to go alone all broke with ugly rack of our life provided benches still I then only and I was the gossip rout. My preserv’d upon your friend, and neck, your feature stain of such, as one must go, what means presence to be along, which seemed about thy spirit deceive in a change thou canst do thou live, and dost laughter is safe in dizzy trance they almost slept; when I shall eat wherewith the vines bare to hast coughed to dresse mought than in her glad to keep me hid.

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Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022 

Day 13 - Reckless

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FCG/Chetney

Chetney did his best not to wince, although that was made significantly harder when one's arm had been snapped clean in half. There were broken bones and then there was… this. A whole ass bone just jutting out his arm, a bloody mess of muscle, skin and, well, blood.

Beside him was Fresh Cut Grass, doing their very best to hold his arm gently.

“That was real reckless, Chet! Even for you!” they chided, concern dripping from each and every word. “What if Fearne and I were outta magic for the day? You woulda been left like this until tomorrow!”

“I would've survived! The wolf thrives on danger! A few good night’s sleep, some bandages and a split and I'd would've been ready to fucking goooo!”

FCG made a sound approximately close to a sigh as his hands started to glow, already administering a high level healing spell.

“I’d feel real awful if you did that… I know you're made of tough stuff and all, but I don't like seeing you in pain. Especially like this!”

Chetney’s whole left arm was a brutal mess, and if he had a stomach FCG was sure they'd be feeling nauseous. Or worse, they'd be evacuating said stomach. Sometimes it really was for the best that he was so different from the rest of Bells Hells, because right now the only one who could look at Chet without cringing was Fearne, and she was fresh outta spells.

“You… You didn't have to jump in front of me like that,” FCG whispered, his voice wavering. “I could have taken the hit, and if I’d been broken like this I can be easily fixed without having to worry about infections or pain. You- I don't want you gettin’ hurt for me.”

They didn't want ANY of the Hells getting hurt for them, but Chetney was a super special case. Somehow the feral old gnome had clawed his way into their metaphorical heart, a fact he'd made very clear not but two weeks ago. With Chetney surprisingly returning those affections, in his own strange ways, the thought of losing him was especially painful now.

“I don't want to lose you, Chet…”

All that usual grouchy bravado melted away, giving way to a softer side Chetney usually did his best to keep dearly hidden. Not that the whole group didn't already know that he was lil’ old teddy bear.

“Come on, Letters! I'm old, not goddamned ancient. You're not seeing this handsome beast die anytime soon. I still got a hundred, two hundred years in this bitch!” Chetney chuckled, only to grit his teeth and curse when FCG had to violently yank his bone back into place in order for the spell to do its job.

Funny how someone without facial expressions could look so apologetic…

“You worry too much,” the gnomed muttered once his bones were forcibly rejoined and his skin magically scarred over. Fuck, he'd never get used to the power of healing spells! “I'm alive, breathing, AND I have this bitchin’ scar! Chetney’s coming out on top!”

Chet flashed a grin, testing out his newly healed arm as he did so. It still kinda hurt, like the ache after a particularly hard punch you just knew was gonna deeply bruise. But it no longer felt like death itself was clawing at his dick, so that was a plus!

Fresh Cut Grass still seemed upset though, and Chetney knew well enough by now that things weren't gonna get comfortable again until he got at least a little vulnerable, and not in the fun way.

“I'm not gonna drop dead on you, Letters,” Chetney swore, as he let his forehead drop forward, gently bumping against FCG’s. “You and me? We're going to the ends of the earth!”

“You promise, Chet? Really promise?”

“I swear on my chisel. You're not getting rid of me without one hell of a fight, and I refuse to go out in anything other than a world ending blaze of mother fucking glory!”

It was a relief to hear Fresh Cut Grass laugh a little… yet it was made all the sweeter when Chetney felt those cool arms wrap around him, pulling him in for one hell of a hug.

“Good. I don't wanna say goodbye to ya just yet. Not when I'm just gettin’ the hang of this whole being alive thing… and bein’ in love. It's all so new and kinda scary but, with you, it's nicer. More exhilarating than scary, ya know?”

“You got the thrill of the BEAST, I know, I know. I'm too ruggedly handsome for my own good~”

“I dunno if I'd say TOO handsome…”

“Ouch! You wound me, Letters!! You cut me deep!”

“You're plenty handsome for me though. And very charming.”

Chetney could feel his cheeks take on a little color, along with his chest puff out at the praise.

“Damn right I am! And you are too! Whoever made you sculpted the only hot ass piece of metal in existence. You better take the compliment! An MC never lies!”

Fresh Cut Grass gave a soft chuckle, snuggling into Chetney just that bit more as they did.

“Comin’ from you, that's one hell of a complement.”

“Damn straight it is!”

“... Love you, Chet.”

The words were a little harder for Chetney to say, especially with the Hells still so close by. So instead he opted to drop a kiss to FCG”s face plate, before pulling away and pointing back at the group.

“I think we've been mushy for long enough. We should rejoin the others before they start bitchin’ at us.”

Fresh Cut Grass nodded, wheeling over and silently taking Chetney’s hand within his own.

“I'm ready when you are!”

He glanced down at their joined hands, testing the grip with the flexing of his own fingers. Satisfied, Chetney led them over, rejoining the battered ranks of Bells Hells.

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Home, Again.

(Spoilers from Campaign 2 Episode 141, it has been a lovely ride, and I will admit, this mostly going to be me getting a bit into my own personal fantasy, but I hope it is enjoyed.)

Caleb, a little grayer in his hair, stands on the beach staring out into the ocean, a wide smile on his face as he turns and sees several small forms racing about, clashing fake swords, delving into the water cautiously, or just doing what children are want to do. Veth's little "camp" had picked up steam, numerous children from across the breadth of Nicodranus coming to learn how to be, well, how to play at being adventurers. He'd managed to take a bit of time off from the academy, nervous still about the prospect but...he'd been drawn away for an excellent reason.

His family.

Nine years had passed since their battle in Cognouza. Nine years since they had become the unsung, though oft whispered. heroes of all of Exandria.

He'd seen them all from time to time across the years, coming together for birthdays and moments of joy and surprise, but now, was a time for true celebration.

He turns and spots Veth and Yeza, standing shoulder to shoulder nearby, watching the waves roll in, hunting perhaps like he was, for the behemoth that was the Nine Heroez to pull into port. On Veth's hip is a little girl, with a mane of curled, wild hair much like her father with a deeper skin tone like her mother: Molly.

Veth turns and looks up at him, "Do you seem anything?"

"Not yet, but they'll be here. I can't imagine they'd miss this for the world." Caleb responds, squeezing her shoulder before reaching down, letting the gently cooing Molly take his finger and squeeze.

He turns and looks back, spotting several other figures arrayed across the beach that he had reached out to in the planning of this event.

Shakaste is perched on a rock, telling a soothing story to an enraptured crowd of kids, which included Luc, and to his amusement Twiggy, who had arrived at the party seemingly out of the blue.

Running towards him, chased by her youngest adoptive siblings is Kiri. Veth invited her family to partake of Nicodranus and allow the kids a bit of fun during the summer months.

Kiri skids to a halt kicking up sand, standing almost to his chest now, several makeshift bandoleers and her collection of tinkered baubles resting on her chest and along her belt. She smiles up at him widely, chirping excitedly.

"Come on! Beau, Yasha! She's probably a good egg!" Kiri warbles, mimicking several voices she'd heard, tugging on his and Veth's hands.

Laughing, Veth passes Molly to her husband, and the pair allow Kiri to drag them all the way to the edge of the beach, where Beau and Yasha are approaching. They both look a bit older but more at peace, Yasha dressed in dark but less severe clothing, hints of Dynasty garb on the both of them. He also notices two figures walking a step behind them, looking a bit shy.

"I missed you!" Kiri crows, darting for the pair and hugging tight to their legs.

"Hey, Kiri," Beau says with a soft smile.

"Hello, Little Bird," Yasha says, giving Kiri a head scritch.

She coos cheerfully before darting back up onto her perch and scanning for signs of the others.

Beau looks at Caleb and wraps him in a tight hug, "Hey, Professor."

"Expositor," Caleb mutters, wrapping his arms around her and then doing the same to Yasha, who practically picks him up off his feet.

Beau kneels and hugs Veth, whispering, "Chaos Crew!"

"Almost." Veth states, "Hopefully, she'll be here soon."

Caleb looks past his dear friends and blinks in surprise as he spots Beauregard's Mother and younger brother TJ.

"Oh, uh, hello, thank you for coming." Caleb mutters, rubbing the back of his head, "I don't know if you remember me. I'm Caleb Widoghast."

Veth narrows her eyes slightly at Beau's mother: "Veth Brenatto."

"Clara, I do remember you," she remarks, nodding to them both briefly.

"Good, because I-" Veth begins only for Beau to place a hand on her shoulder.

"Down, Veth," Beau remarks, earning a chuckle from Yasha.

"Fine," she remarks, still giving Beau's mother a bit of a stink eye.

"Please, make yourself comfortable. There is some food and drink nearby, and blankets to spread out as you wish," Caleb states.

"Thank you," Clara says, turning to leave the four of them while TJ hangs back next to his sister, looking up at her uncertainly.

"Go have fun." Beau says, pointing to Luc and Kiri, "Those are the other kids I was telling you about, just don't get into too much trouble, okay?"

TJ gives her a shy grin, "No promises."

And then runs off, Caleb noticing the small sticks that he wears across his back.

"A chip off the old block, eh?" Caleb asks as Beau throws an arm around him.

"Not exactly, way more shy!" Beau states, looping her arm around Yasha's as Veth grabs his hand, "Four of the Nine, any words on the others?"

"Not yet, but they'll come," Caleb says.

"Good, I brought you all flowers from our garden." Yasha states, holding up a new book, filled to the brim with dried flowers, "You both look very good."

Veth smiles: "I'm with my family, and even more are on the way; I'm wonderful."

Caleb nods: "It will be good to see everyone again."

"Speaking of everyone," Beau states, unlooping her arms from her partner and friend, "Yo, Shakaste! I think it's past time you and I compared notes on some things."

Shakaste turns from his story to Luc and the other kids, the former getting dragged away by Kiri for a conversation with TJ, while Twiggy looks around him and her face widens in a deep grin.

"I mean, I agree, but I thought this was gonna be a day of fun, not work?" Shakaste remarks with a knowing smirk.

"I can do both," Beau says with a shrug of her shoulders as she walks towards them.

"I have notes too!" Twiggy cries, darting towards Beau and beginning to ramble, while Yasha turns and walks towards Yeza, the pair beginning a softer conversation as Yasha, ever so gently gives her hand out for Molly to play with.

Caleb and Veth end up sitting shoulder to shoulder on the beach, waiting and watching as their friends and number of children mill about them and are deep in conversation, when the sound of a firework going off draws all of their attention.

There is a collective jump amongst the party, the more martial figures immediately going on the defensive, with Yasha pushing Yeza behind her only for it to be quickly revealed to be Kiri once more, tearing away from Luc and TJ, now shouting.

"Jester! Jester! I missed you!"

Not a moment later, Twiggy is peeling off as well, with Veth, Caleb, Beau, and Yasha at a more sedentary step behind as approaching them arm in arm is Fjord and Jester, wide smiles on their face, Nugget loping ahead of them and teleport tackling Luc, who falls with a laugh as the dog begins licking his face.

Behind them, walking arm and arm is The Gentleman and Marion, followed by Orly and Vandren, and next to them, to Caleb's surprise, is Caliana.

"Kiri!" Jester cries out, sliding to her knees and wrapping the young Kenku in the tightest hug and spinning her about, revealing the swaddled bundle on her back which giggles in surprise at the momentum.

"And Twiggy!" Jester cries, drawing the gnome into a tight hug as well before ping-ponging to her friend with deep, tearful hugs and cheek kisses, going from Veth to Yasha, to Beau, and then to Caleb.

"Veth, so, about the Detective Agency...I'm sorry that I've been so busy...but." Jester began as she hugs her.

"Don't worry, Jessie, I'm glad you're here," Veth says, hugging her tightly.

"Yasha, my god, you look so beautiful! I missed you so much!" Jester cries, running her fingers through flower-filled hair.

"Thank you, Jester, I missed you too." Yasha states with a soft smile as she looks down over Jester's shoulder into the teal face of a small Tiefling toddler, the hint of a tusk coming in on the left-hand side, "And this little joy."

She tickles the bottom of his chin, eliciting a laugh, a smile widening on her face: "Hi, Charlie."

"Beau!" Jester cries, pulling her into a bone-cracking hug.

"Hey, Cutie." Beau returns, hugging her back and patting her cheek.

Jester giggles and then turns to hug Caleb, a soft but deep embrace, "You look very happy, Caleb."

Caleb whispers back, "I am happy. So very, very happy."

Fjord walks up next, looking down at Veth: "Veth."

Veth looks up at him with narrowed eyes, "Fjord."

They stare at each other for a moment before wrapping each other in a hug, "You look good, Fjord."

"I feel it." he returns, "And so do you."

Yasha and Fjord clap hands together with a smile while Beau comes in on the other side and punches him playfully on the shoulder.

"You know neither of those hurt as much as they used to." Fjord states with a grin.

"Good, where's Kingsley?" Yasha asks.

"Well wouldn't you know it...the tricky bastard went off and made himself into a pirate." Fjord said with a laugh, "I...I don't know if he'll be here."

Yasha looks down a bit crestfallen, "Oh."

"This does mean, though, that I need my old first mate back if she has an inkling to come to sea, just for a bit." Fjord said with a slight smile, looking to Beau.

Beau smiles and shares a look at Yasha, who shrugs but smiles softly. "Maybe, maybe."

"Nice to see you again, Caleb," Fjord says, pulling him into a hug.

"Nice to see you too, Fjord," Caleb says.

"Gangs almost all here; it's been quite a while, hasn't it," Fjord says.

"It has." Caleb agrees as he watches Jester place her son into the arms of her mother and then scoops up Kiri and twirls around with a laugh.

"Mighty fine to see all of you again, ain't that right, Miss," Orly says, nodding to each of them and nudging Caliana.

"OH! Yes, of course. Hello, again, Mr. Caleb, Beau, Yasha," Caliana states, with a nervous bow before looking at Veth and opening her mouth a bit awkwardly.

"It's Veth; good to see you again, Miss." Veth says with a smile, "How have you been?"

"Well, I..." Caliana begins, blushing slightly, only for Jester to spin by interrupting.

"We found her when we stopped her in Port Demali! Kingsley did actually, and then we caught up, and Fjord managed to convince her to join our crew, and she has been very helpful with the magic things at times like you were Caleb, and sometimes she scares the living daylights out of people that try and steal from us!"

Calianna blushes deeper, "I don't mean to."

"She's a good crewmate, and a good friend, speaking of which." Fjord says, turning to the older man beside him, "Vandren, this is my family, not everyone, but most."

Vandren gives them all a once over, "Eclectic group. Makes sense. Nice to meet you. Any drink to be found?"

"Yes, right over there," Caleb says, pointing towards a large picnic table.

"Right, Orly, let's get to it," Vandren says, clapping Fjord on the shoulder and heading over, followed by The Gentleman, who gives each of them a respectful nod, kissing his daughter on the cheek as he passes.

Marion smiles at them all, "I'm glad to see you all healthy and hale. You've all had quite the journey."

The assembled Nein shared a look, "That we have."

Jester smirks and then speaks up, "Speaking of which..."

She enters into a tirade of her and Fjord's most recent adventurer's interrupted at times by Fjord and a more tentative Caliana, while the others listen, sitting down as the sun hangs lower and lower in the sky, Veth's students heading for home, leaving the children adjoined to the party alone to chase each other, play fight, and ride about on Nugget. Charlie spends much of the time in his Mother or Father's lap, occasionally being passed to Yasha, who at one point ends up holding him and Molly in a moment of what Caleb could only describe as awed bliss, as their respective parents got drawn away by something.

A while later, Luc turns to trying to entertain them, showing off the few cantrips he'd learned to the other kids, including the assembled Shusters, and TJ. Kiri makes a game of picking at him after a bit.

As he begins talking about how strong he will be, Kiri walks up and pokes her beak directly into his ear.

"Kiri! Don't embarrass me in front of my apprentices!" he cries with a bit of a blush as Kiri made a joking kissing sound, gesturing to Molly and Charlie who stared at the pair in the muddled, joyful confusion that is Toddlerhood as they rest on their respective parent's laps.

"I don't think a little peck is all that embarrassing." a low voice states, drawing the assembled Nein's attention to a tall figure, his staff glowing a low pink, a wide smile on his face as Caduceus Clay approaches with several others in tow.

"Sorry, I'm late," Cad says, not even pausing as an elated Luc races for him and jumps into his arms, "I had a few friends to pick up."

Calliope waves, "I'm just his tagalong."

Behind her stands Nila and her son, Keg, quickly dashing out a cigarette and looking more than a little awkward, with Reani at her shoulder.

"Hello again," Nila states with a soft smile as the other curious youngsters readily approach her son.

"Long time no see, heard y'all did some really good work." Keg states with a smirk, sharing a look with Beau, walking over, and hugging Veth.

Reani darts over to Jester, wrapping her in a hug, then several of the others, cooing over the babies for a second before tackle-hugging Beau and then Caleb.

"Hey, Reani," Beau says, looking a little awkward but still happy to see her.

"Hey guys, also thank you, Caleb, for sending him my way."

"Him?" Caleb queries, a bit confused.

Clay walks up, hugging Fjord deeply, and then Jester and Yasha: "God, it's good to see you all again, but as I said, I had some friends to pick up."

And out of the shadows, melting into view with a soft yet nervous smile on his face, comes Essek Theylas.

"Hello everyone." he states, eliciting a few gasps and a tackle hug from Jester, "And let's just say Reani, and I have been working on...seeing all the colors and shades as it were."

He gives Beau a pointed nod.

Reani smiles, "He's a sweetheart."

Caleb gets to his feet, walking over to Essek with a cautious smile, "Welcome back to the Mighty Nein."

"Glad to be back...if just for a little while, it will be good, to..." he pauses, looking deeply into Caleb's eyes, "Take a bit more time with you."

As Jester lets him go, Essek slowly glides towards Caleb, and he feels their fingers intertwine, a soft smile growing on both their faces.

He turns and notices a few smirking faces amongst his friends, while the adjoining members are beginning to shuffle about and begin conversing, Reani and Twiggy hitting it off like an unending wildfire, while Keg mills about before choosing to sidle up to Caliana and begin asking her questions, Shakaste sits down next to Caduceus and begins to query him on how everything is going in his neck of the woods.

Fjord looks around at his family as several fires roar up around them. TJ, Kiri, Luc, the Schusters, and Asar are sitting around their own cooking marshmallows, watched by Clara, who has found herself the subject of affection for Nugget, his large head now splaying across her lap. Jester is sitting between Fjord and her Mother, Charlie asleep on her lap, head on her mother's shoulder, with her and Fjord holding hands. Beau is leaning against Yasha, next to Yeza, holding Molly while Veth sat between him and Caleb, with Esseek on his other side, their fingers just the faintest bit intertwined. A bit back from the fire, behind Fjord and Jester, Nila, Cad, and his sister are leaning forward, Cad's hand resting on Fjord's shoulder. Calianna sits next to Fjord, while Reani and Twiggy sit across the fire from Yasha and Beau. Vandren, The Gentleman, and Keg are deep in conversation at the nearby picnic table while Shakaste and Orly are seated between the Nein's fire and the kids, the former humming along as the latter plays some softer music.

"Gangs all here finally." Fjord remarks, "And on a beautiful night too."

"Well...almost all of them are here," Yasha states, somewhat sadly.

"No, everyone." a familiar voice states, as coming across the sands is Kingsley Tealeaf, with Marius in tow.

"Hi there, Angel, there was no way I was missing this party, especially since Joybuzzer reminded me every day about it," Kingsley states, kissing the top of Yasha's head as he walks by, doing the same to Jester and then clapping Fjord on the back and gently hugging Caliana as she scoots over.

"You too?" Essek asks with a knowing smile.

"So it would seem." Kingsley returns as Marius walks by, headed for Orly.

"Kill anyone yet?" Fjord calls out after him.

"No, Captain." Marius returns with a sheepish grin.

"Pity, good to see you still breathing, Lepual." Fjord states with a smirk.

"Likewise, Captain," Marius states, falling into a seat beside Orly.

Keg turns at the arrival of the newest figure and does a triple take before walking over and clunking to the ground next to Reani and staring at him.

"You...are making me extremely uncomfortable," Kingsley states with a smirk.

"Yeah...sorry, this is a little weird, honestly." as she turns to Beau, Veth, and Caleb, and mouthed, "Why didn't you warn me?!"

Beau blinks, "Sorry."

Kingsley chuckles, "Right, this is awkward, but I've got time to catch up with whatever that is and the rest of y'alls stories in a moment. Cause I need a fucking drink!"

He crows that with a laugh and a second later, he is mimicked by a surprised Kiri which is then picked up by Luc, who instead starts yelling: "Well, get a fucking drink then!"

He and Kiri begin to chant that back and forth turning it into a bit of a song, which Orly chuckles at and begins to play a bit of a jig, eliciting a few smirking laughs from the others, while Kingsley blanches a little bit.

"I feel like I'm a bad influence," Kingsley states as he stands up.

"Oh, we all are." Fjord agrees.

"Most of us." Cad amends with a smile.

Caleb chuckles, gripping Essek's hand a bit tighter as he smiles as well, listening to the chaos begin to pick up around him, as Kiri and Luc begin to dance around them, drawing others to join them as Orly begins to play in earnest, joined by Marius, as he draws a lute from his back. First Beau and Yasha, then Yeza and Veth holding Molly, then Fjord and Jester with their son between them, Marion and the Gentleman, Keg shrugs and begins tapping her foot while Twiggy begins dancing by herself, twirling in a flurry of spinning skirts, leaving Caliana, who is quickly offered a hand by Reani, taking it with a vibrant blush' Kingsley looks about before offering Cad a hand with a smirk, who shakes his head just looking about contently. Kingsley shrugs only for Calliope to vice grip his hand and twirls him away while Nila and her son are the last to stand up and dance, with TJ joining his older sister and her partner. Caleb shoots Essek a questioning look, who smiles and stands, resting his forehead against his silently, before in the moon and fire-light, missed by all but a cloaked green figure at the edge of the revelry their chins tip up towards each other into a soft, gentle kiss.

Caleb is glad to be home.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #beauyahsa #fjorester #shadowgast #cr veth #cr caduceus #kingsley tealeaf #orly skiffback #cr reani

[justasimplesinner]

Mayhaps we can find a compromise: Carnage amd s/o bullying each other on the daily? That’s how they show general affection twords each other?

the perfect relationship dynamic

Carnage and his s/o bullying each other:

god is dead. the house is in shambles. death hovers in the air. you two are such chaotic bastards to each other your neighbours are scared of what's gonna happen if you finally team-up instead of fighting against each other

prank wars. a lot of them. and don't be afraid to go all out, because he certainly does. they both do. Carnage can and will leave dead animals around for you to find and get scared shitless. the thing is, sometimes you find them after a week. or two. they're already decomposing. it stinks. it's disgusting

funny thing, Carnage absolutely despises water. they hate swimming, they hate baths, even the rain makes them grumpy. and that gives you the upper hand. if you want 'em off your back, all you need is a spray bottle with water and decent aim. they literally hiss like a cat that's been sprayed

calling Cletus "clitoris" can really end in two ways, depending on his mood. most of the time, he gets mad as fuck to the point where he starts fucking vibrating because it's like you called him a pussy, and he is Not A Pussy. but sometimes, when he's in the mood to get frisky, he's going to make some stupid comments about clits. and i mean really fucking stupid. along the lines of "i know another clit i can play with". it is horrible and utterly disgusting. you're suffering from second-hand embarassment, he's thriving

pinch wars are a must. whenever you and Cletus are in vicinity of each other, there's finger pinchers grabbing at any possible body part they can. the main point is to catch the other off guard. Carnage, being the sneaky bastard they are, is infuriatingly good at this

random hitting, punching and slapping, as well as biting (not enough to hurt but enough to annoy) is a daily occurence

petnames include but aren't limited to: fucktard, dipshit, bastard, parasite, micropenis maniac and oompa loompa body ass bitch

"shut your bubblegum dum-dum skin tone chicken bone google chrome no homo flip phone disowned ice-cream cone garden gnome extra chromosome metronome dimmadome genome full-blown monochrone student loan overgrown Flinstone Y chromosome friendzone Sylvester Stallone Sierra Leone AutoZone big-headed ass up"

#carnage #cletus kasady #my writing #headcannons #dumbassery #pure idiocy #tw mentions of dead animals #anonymous #those are the requests i live for

[nochiquinn]

campaign 3 episode 7: ceaseless walltcher

sam ran off so many advertisers they're resorting to basic podcast sponsors

"I've lost control"

"DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM"

my kid is just starting to get old enough/good enough at reading we can do shit like munchkin and I'm excited to try when we can get a set

I Would Like To Read The Book

Christmas is coming up, I'm just saying

vexnvax

I almost never like the art prints but I love this one

"this is going in my HOUSE. not the NERD OFFICE, my HOUSE"

....christmas is coming up. just saying.

TWINCEMBER

INTRO

LET'S GOOOO

oh no I'm gay

have to play this for my kid tomorrow, she loved Your Turn to Roll

ROBBIE CREDITS

HELP I'm GAY

no you can't roll into the episode after that, I need a minute

my hands are literally shaking what the fuck

"and nothing bad happens"

I just realized that prerecording potentially means no laura ditching the game awards early for dungeons and dragons

taliesin is travis' new character

("nochi will anyone even get that" only if they've put up with me for two campaigns now!)

fantasy backstage pass

please picture orym's feet dangling as he pulls himself up to look over the balcony

lauDNA

mods are asleep post fires

"fractured tailbone" "end the game"

fcg's dedication to consent makes me so happy

maybe this is just because I've been in psychonauts hell recently but. donnatella aquato vibes.

("have you ever NOT been in psychonauts hell" you shut up back there)

laudna and orym. friends.

imogen's messages having dueling banjos playing in the background

I love imogen's "don't think about pink elephants" skill

s a m

is it normal that I STILL have adrenaline tingles from the intro

"to kill a god: scanlan shorthalt one-man show"

why is this tma vibes suddenly

this bitch: you look patchwork imogen: excuse u we prefer DIVERSE

"gorgeous" "rotting" "beautiful" "has a rat"

BORYM

"I leave my headshot on the way out"

matt: remove us from this as soon as possible

matt says no unnecessary gender divisions in my fantasy world

"it's not like we want to decide you smell bad" oooooh

"he always seemed like a nice guy, too bad he ate the neighbors"

I fucking love laudna

"macveth" "I ATTACK"

"gently injure the table"

SAM

LAURA

this is just a cats movie roast session

"don't touch that table"

"a punch of sephora"

[psychonauts hell] bonita soleil

is this the brothel matron from arcane

oh I am Uncomfortable

matt you cannot use the word "aroused" in this situation

I'm laura hiding behind her notebook

this is anti-marion

laura you cannot use the word "probe" in this situation

fearne

"everyone think randy thoughts" "PLEASE DON'T"

"we have to find the bone zone"

"cast blacklight" "do NOT do that"

oh no

laudna no

Limbs in Places

DEEP CUT

who let these two go off by themselves

orym climbing up there just to keep an eye on imogen ;-;

gay

"without laudna" lesbian behavior

this alley is an scp

rooftop gays

so no orym princess carry??

the static is travis' character

"an eye" ceaseless watcher

"the fuck??"

matthew they are children

matt asks "wanna see a flesh building monster" and doesn't wait for an answer

whorym

"where's the gnome" don't you manifest that

c h r i s t

they have laudna can we just GO

lesbian behavior

(I still don't know if I ship it, I'm just weak)

oop, we have marisha perch

YEET THE BEAST

stonky has failed us

YEET THE SEED

"occasionally emerges and screams" me

"next enemy is the ground"

"all I wanna do is go help orym but I CAN'T 'cause I'm FUCKED"

"are you alive?" that's a loaded question for laudna

please just run

share travis' texts

I would watch the travis commentary track

"I'm heRE"

you leave her ALONE

we've gotten both marisha chair perch and marisha journal hat, shit's bad

YE

thank GOD

hdywtdt machine robbie daymond

"it's the wailing wall" sam

Patron Gobbler

"we broke the fourth wall" "how DARE YOU"

"poke it, I'm pretty sure it's dead but there's only one way to tell"

ashton

"don't do that" "dOn'T dO tHaT"

"wardens if you wouldn't mind fucking off"

fantasy acab

fcg segway

please heal my boy

they will never come back for that contract

"a crime scene that I MADE"

kjdfsl he hasn't has to shush them in a while

"keep taunting the dm, motherfucker"

YEEEEEEE

HE BACK

oh god

travis you cannot possibly

you cannot be the veth of this campaign

mental mind bullets

"I'm short, motherfucker" me

"you're in MY head, I should insight check YOU, INSIGHT CHECK"

"travis is like a drummer for spinal tap!"

#critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog #reaction post

[transformersmr-hq]

TFMR Daily Random Facts - Day 03

Random Worldbuilding/Character facts about Transformers: mobius run universe

What goes inside each TFMR Characters' processor when they think someone is being an unpleasant nuisance (aka an asshole)

Autobots

OP: I think you're a fucking asshole, but not enough to deter my firm belief that everyone has good side to them and can become a better person with sufficient guidance. I am currently restraining myself from providing that guidance though, because I'm not about to coddle a grown ass adult like a newspark at the cost of emotional stress on my end. 

Ratchet:  I think you're a fucking asshole, but that's not my business. All that matters is that a) you're are not dying or b) not making others die. 

In case of scenario a), I'll do everything in my power to drag your sorry ass back to the land of living. In case of scenario b), I'll do everything in my power to neutralize whatever threat you're pitching at us... even if it means I have to stab you in the spark.

Arcee: I think you're a fucking asshole, and I'll make sure to let you know. I won't do anything else and simply leave you be, but the moment you mess with any of my friends I'll pull all your bone struts out of your frame and feed the remains to the scraplets.

Whirl: I think you're a fucking asshole, but honestly we're all assholes in our own little ways so who am I to judge? - I'm just mildly surprised to find someone who is a bigger asshole than myself... hold on, so you're the more toxic kind who finds enjoyment in treating others like shit? Well, time to lob a barstool on yer head!

Raj:  I think you're a fucking asshole, and while you are preoccupied with acting like an asshole I'll silently remove my existence from your vicinity to spend my time on something less pathetic. Oh, and do try to tone down that holier-than-thou attitude a bit, will you? Or "someone" might set your garden gnomes on fire tonight...

Bee: I think you're a fucking asshole. I won't say that to your face outright, because unlike you I was taught not to be rude to people. I might share some 'honest personal opinions' on you with my friends when you're not looking, though.

Decepticons

Meg: You're a fucking asshole, therefore I punch you. And you'd better stay out of my way, because your face will receive something worse than a punch if you dare to!!!

Starscream:  I think you're a fucking asshole, and I've already hatched an entire plan to make your life a living hell the very moment the assesment was made. Of course, you wouldn't know any of that because you're a dumbass and I am still smiling at you like nothing ever happened. Once you let down your guard and turn around for a second, however...

Blitzwing: I think you're a fucking asshole, so I'll silently give you a judgemental stare until you understand the message and get the fuck out of my face. AND YOU BETTER GET IT FAST BEFORE MY MOOD SWINGS TOWARDS MORE IMPATIENT SIDE!

Soundwave:

Observation: Subject is a fucking asshole.

1. Pretend to agree whatever the subject is saying

2. Follow the subject around

3. Record every actions and words from the subject.

4. Repeat until enough fun is had.

Possible gain: 

• blackmailing material

• stories that will earn a gold medal in a human interweb forum

• entertainment

Pharma: I think you're a fucking asshole, which is good because assholes are usually quite dim on their processors. Normally I would mmediately tell you to fuck off before your idiocy worsens my chronic migraine, but since I'm in dire need of spare body parts I'd be nice enough to play along... until I take what I want, that is.

Knock Out: I think you're a fucking asshole, so I'll give you my most obvoius fake politeness just so that even a brickhead like you would get my message clear. Don't cross that line, or you'll soon learn how it feels to be slapped on the face with a rotary saw.

TL:DR: Don't be an asshole.

#transformers: mobius run #daily random fact challange #autobots #decepticons #maccadam

[caranelguild]

Episode 11 | Battle

October 9, Mountain Year 67

Our adventurers sprint out of the woods, the hobgoblins hot on their heels. Perhaps appropriately, El is the slowest - being responsible for stepping on the branch that alerted the search party to her whereabouts - and as soon as she’s on the open lawn of the mountain’s root she is surrounded on three sides by bestial attackers wielding stone weapons.

Lucy scoops up Larcilia, the gnome child, and gets further away than anyone. Calling out that the hobgoblins “can have her!” he casts an illusion of the child into a bush. Declan and Forest run after him, but Forest is caught up by a muscly creature with a rock in each fist, who punches them once or twice despite feeling Forest’s wrath in a coating of frost.

Meanwhile El, beset and outmatched as a diminutive elf, transforms into a wet black bear. From the fringe of the woods, a deep voice laughs in challenge, and a grizzly bear, still crackling with transformative magicks, bursts from the foliage and sends its allies around El scattering before engaging in bear-on-bear combat.

Lucy fires off an effective bolt or two of eldritch power and Declan ends up dueling the hobgoblin with rocks in its fists when Forest transforms into a raven in retreat.

A javelin-hurling hobgoblin manages to catch Forest’s wing just as the grizzly batters El into transforming back into an elf, bloody and bruised. El falls under the blows of the enormous beast, but Lucy races in to draw her body away from further mauling. 

Another hobgoblin, a distance away from the melee, begins shaking a bone staff and from the earth behind it rises a skeletal knight in a tattered black tabard wielding a gargantuan black iron blade shimmering with purple energy. This demon fights against the summoner’s control, but ultimately subjects and moves over to the kerfuffle.

The knight, its spine dangling beneath its ribs and all other lower bones nowhere to be seen, hovers above the grizzly bear, Fisty (the rock fist hobgoblin), and all our adventurers but Forest (who is fluttering to the ground as an injured raven, where they transform back into people-shape). The great sword flashes evilly and carves a purple arc through the group, slicing the grizzly bear in half and causing terrible damage to everyone else.

Forest doesn’t remain long transformed back into humanoid shape and as Declan falls beneath the blows of Fisty, she and El (fallen beneath the eldritch blade) nearby are scooped up in Forest’s transformed bear arms before they race off to the west - towards the horses (and donkey) left by the brook earlier this night.

Lucy takes a fearsome blow on the arm holding Larcilia, blocking the blow from landing on the child; his arm broken, he tosses Larcilia after the running bear and she grabs on for a ride before being taken up again by the warlock who is quick to catch up.

Our adventurers now in full retreat, the skeletal demon turns on its master and splits the hobgoblin from crown to crotch. Almost a kilometer away, our fleeing friends feel a sudden pulse of pure evil as the demon enters the corporeal realm fully under its own volition and grows a fifteen-foot body of corrupted flesh. The remaining hobgoblins are in quick pursuit of our adventurers.

El comes to in Forest’s bear arms thanks to a healing spell from Lucy, and holds onto Declan and shifts to Forest’s back to free them up to run on all fours. As soon as they arrive at the horses, El shifts off the bear and lays Declan carefully to the ground, turning to untie the mounts.

Lucy says, “Take the horses and run!” and suddenly turns invisible.

Forest rears up on their hind legs and fails to intimidate Fisty, who punches them in their hairy bear stomach - but enough time was bought, and El returns to Declan to lift them onto the horse previously belonging to the Informer. She returns to a corpse, Declan having expired from her myriad wounds, most of them ruptured organs and dire internal bleeding caused by Fisty getting his rocks off. El leaves the body and leaps onto her horse, wheeling off and away. Behind her, Forest snaps back to people shape and leaps on their donkey, shoving a fistful of stimulants into his mouth to help him keep up with El’s war steed.

Our mounted friends turn north away from the gnome village so that their pursuers do not come upon the unprotected hamlet, and within an hour of hard riding have shaken off the tail. Lucy, left behind with the corpse of Declan and not waiting for the hobgoblins to return nor the demon to arrive, picks up the body of his friend and heads for the village with care that he is not followed.

#boardwalk #dnd #d&d #episode 11

[arcane-memories]

SIR BERTRAND MACGUFFINGHAM?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING BERTIE GOD DAMN FOOL PAPOOSE WEARING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT DEPTOR OF HARKNESS, HARKNESS, DARKNESS & WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING BERTRAND MACGUFFINGHAM

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT BERTIE I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP PERCEPTION ROLLS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND EVEN ATTEMPT TO ROLL IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST BEARD GET AWAY FROM ME

if i went to the burning poo dimension and the gnome lawyers said bertie is waiting inside i would piss on their feet for the sole purpose of getting sent even deeper down

if i have to deal with sir bertrand macguffingham speaking one word in person on voice in podcast not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he bisects people but i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whos a fan of yeeting creatures and wanted the irl version ill go ham

BETTER have had his curse make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateBertie

episode’s not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his part in a museum and I lost it

where the fuck is bertie if hes still alive im going to, so deeply, wish he wasnt

crusty old man

ill punch bertie and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final contract page he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when bertie died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up encounters with furniture

#rqg #rusty quill #rusty quill gaming #rqg bertie #sir bertrand macguffingham #bertie #alex j newall #james ross #ttrpg #pathfinder #rqg shitpost

[precious-pie1999]

Trollhunters Aaarrrgghh x Reader (Draal’s Sister) One-shot Part 1

Hi this is my first one-shot, so i decided to do a Trollhunters one but with Aaarrrgghh cause I don’t really see many stories or one shots of this guy and maybe a story with the love-able dude, cause he’s so fluffy and cute.

Spoilers if some of you haven’t seen the much of the first season.

This will be after Draal loses his arm trying to rip out the amulet from Killahead bridge.

/////////

It was another busy day in Heartstone Trollmarket, trolls either going over to the tattoo parlour or going over to the bar for a drink with there friends. The gnomes running all over the place and pinching what they could as some trolls ran after the little vermin's.

Peering around the corner, Draal’s little sister Watched as a large Troll walked through the area on his knuckles, His green fur looking soft in the crystal light while one of the surface creatures walked next to him, talking about something called a Nana; whatever that my be.

As she was watching the two, the young Troll didn’t notice her big brother coming up from behind her. “What are you doing Y/N?” He asked, causing Kanja to let out a surprised yelp not only attracting attention to herself from nearby Trolls but also the one shes been as the surface creatures say ‘head over heals for’.

Seeing this Y/N quickly ducked away embarrassed of the situation that transpired.”Draal, you , you, rock head!” She snapped, reeling her fist back a punching her brother right in his nose. 

Feeling the pain of his sisters punch, Draal held his nose as he shot a glare towards his sister, his teeth clenched.”You don’t need to punch me.” He groaned, pulling his hand away from his nose only to put it back and rub the spot that she hit him.

“Well you shouldn’t have snuck up from behind and scared me, now he’s going to think that I some kind of weirdo.” She Snapped before burying her face into her hands, feeling her stone face heat up.

“Cheer up sis, it’s not the end of the world.” Draal said, clapping his iron hand over his sister’s shoulder. “Who is it that you were spying on?”

“Why should I trust you?” She questioned looking up at her brother. 

“Because at the moment we are the only family we have right now, so who is the lucky Troll who has captures my sister’s heart?”

“It’s adghashg.” She mumbled, her head down as the last part coming out fast.

“Sorry what was that?’

“It’s  Aaarrrgghh.” She finally said, her head still down and avoided her brothers eyes.

“Ah I see you fancy him as you mate?”

“Yes.” 

“Then why don’t you just talk to him?” He asked, clearly confused as to why she was just hiding behind a wall.

“It’s not that simple, last time I tried to talk to him it just came out as a messy and he looked at me funny.” She sadly said

Humming in thought  Draal came up with an idea that might work in his sisters favour. Looking down at her, he had a smile on his face that made Y/N both confused and worried. “Why don’t you come to the forge with me and help train the young Trollhunter, I’ve seen you watch us train him and I can tell you wan to help too.”

Giving it a thought Y/N agreed to help the new Trollhunter, even if it means that she’ll be near and seeing the Troll that she fancy. “Alright fine.”

Making their way over to the forge, Y/n hid behind her brother as they walk feeling the many pairs of eyes staring at her. As the daughter of the previous Trollhunter and brother of Draal the Deadly, everyone in Trollmarket dubbed her as Y/N the scaredy Troll and picked on her, to which led her in hardly leaving her and her brothers home but ever since he was defeated by the Trollhunter he now lives in the Trollhunters basement and Y/N tends to stay in her home only leaving when in need of food.

She didn’t like hanging around some of the Trolls as they tend to pick on her and her size. Her stone skin is the same colour as her brothers but a more darker blue and she is half the size of her brother ruffly the same height as Blinky but strong just like Draal as she too did the same training that he did when waiting to be chosen as the next Trollhunter.

Almost making it to the forge the two mostly Y/N were stopped by another Troll calling out. “I see Y/n the scaredy Troll is out of her home, for now.” Called out Bagdwella, Smirking down at Y/N to which she felt really confident all of a sudden as she glared at the female Troll.

“Why don’t you just choke on a bone or something Bagdwella?” She challenged, causing the surrounding Trolls that we’re watching gasp out in shock of Y/N’s sudden bravery.

“Why you little imp.” Snapped Bagdwella, bearing her sharp teeth at Y/n only for her to let out a deep and menacing grown back.

This was a total shock for Draal as he has never seen his sister act like this at all, normally she would be shy and scared; hiding behind him as he snapped at the Trolls that would pick on her but now she was the one defending herself.

“Try me you over grown vermin.” Y/n said her growl coming out louder and deeper, her fiery blue eyes boring into Bagdwella’s as her friends came to her as back up

Before anything could happen next, the sound of something fast coming their way caused many Trolls to move out of the way so as to not become one with the walkway as the Trollhunter and his party arrived at the scene.

“What is going on?” Called out Blinky, looking at Draal for an explanation. “One of the Trolls told us that there was a fight going on.”

“It’s my sister Y/n, she’s all of a sudden snapped at Bagdwella.” Draal said, pointing over to his sister who was in an attack position. “She’s been like this only twice and the only options is for someone she deeply cares about can knock some sense into her.”

“Who did it last time?” Asked Jim, looking up to Draal.

“Last time it was our father, it never really worked for me so I’d leave her be and let her calm down herself only to come back to a destroyed forge.”

“Ah, yes I remember Vendel not being to happy about that.” Blinky said, resting one of his hands on his chin as he looked down remembering that particular time.

“Well who will stop her now before she destroys Trollmarket?” Panicked Toby, looking over at Y/n terrified of what she might do.

“She will kill me if I say.”

“Draal, if she decides to fight her, I do not know what the possibility would transpire.”

Giving it a good thought Draal slowly nodded his head and let out a large sign before looking at the large Troll in front of him. “Aaarrrgghh, can you please get my sister before she does anything stupid.”

Nodding his head Aaarrrgghh, let out a low grunt, making his way over to the small female Troll, who was still glaring down at Bagdwella and her friends. Coming up from behind her, Aaarrrgghh let out a deeper growl towards the other Trolls threatening Y/n.

Something deep down inside of him felt drawn to the said Troll he was towering over, the markings on his body glowing brightly. With one arm Aaarrrgghh scooped Y/n  in his protective hold and letting out a roar at Bagdwella’s group causing them to run away frighten of the previous General of the gumm-gumms.

Blowing out a snort, Aaarrrgghh picked Y/n up and placed her on his back, the markings on his body disappearing as he walked towards the forge, the whole Trollhunter group watched him walk away with jaw dropping expressions.

“I’ve never seen Aaarrrgghh act like that at all and I’ve seen him do that plenty of times but nothing like that.” Exclaimed Toby, watching his giant friend walk away with Draal’s sister.

“Ah, Aaarrrgghh has finally shown his true feelings for Y/n, splendid.” Cheered Blinky, supper proud of his friend for finally making his move; sort of.

“Ah, we should head over to the forge as well.” Clare pointed out, making her way over too.

“Yes and we should also see how those two are doing.”

Leaving the area, rest of the group made there way back to the forge.

Now in a more calm piece of mind Y/n found herself laying on Aaarrrgghh’s back, her hands gently gripping on his green fur as she buried her face, the sent of moss and earth causing her to relax more.

“You OK?” Questioned Aaarrrgghh, looking over his shoulder sounding pretty worried.

Nodding her head Y/n kept her face buried in his fur, gently gripping on it as if just the feeling was like a life line for her, an emotional anchor. “Yeah I am now , thanks to you.”

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