#far cry 5 kin

[hazyaltcare]

Self-care for a Jacob Seed (Far Cry 5).

Pop Fidget - $29.95 $19.95

Affirmation Deck - $30 $22.50

Trail Mix w/ Beef Jerky - $6.50

Rearview Mirror Charm - $14.99

Wolf Keychain - $2.62 $0.89

Handmade Mug - $38

Arc Lighter - $39.95 $14.95

Sticker - $2.69 $1.88

Deer Jaw Wall Decor - $45

Mod Haze (⭐️Hailey)

#fictionkin #far cry 5 kin #jacob seed kin #self care #⭐️ #mod haze #tw bones #tw food #tw meat

[gelertrook]

it's giving "HE ASKED FOR NO PICKLES"

#far cry 5 #not my screenshot #kin #the judge #far cry new dawn #joseph seed #joseph x judge

[lostinthevoidworld]

Hey so i’m doing a sourcecall we’re a system and we have fictives of John Seed (me) and Rook/The Judge so other far cry fictives PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MESSAGE US ON HERE

KINS CAN INTERACT TOO

#fictive #did system #traumagenic system #sourcemate call #looking for sourcemates #far cry 5 fictive #john seed fictive #Rook Fictive #the judge fictive #jacob seed fictive #kincall #mediamates #joseph seed fictive #joseph seed kin #source call

[tainted-sweet-meats]

Personal oc for my fursonas universe Rodney He is a canon best friend of both my Sona Nish, their Doppelgänger( Nishou) and eventually pretty boi ( sasha) in the end..

Sneak peak info of him from my fursonas universe page that is not published publically

Read more under the cut to know about him vvvvvv

Full name: Rodney Ramirez Coding: Dominican/Jamaican Gender/ sexuality: cis/ bisexual (non-commitment) Pronouns: He/him Size: 6"5' Species: Rooster BirthPlace/Birthday: Jamaica/ Aug 23rd Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Age: 35

Voiceclaim: N/A

personality music

N/A

Info: Rodney is more kin with Nishou than they are Nish. He is one of Nishou's best friends and while he is aware of Nishou entirely, it does not bother him in the slightest.  However, in that same breath, Rodney can be seen interacting with Nish being flirty, or even passing his openness with them as friends. He seems to be highly interested in Nish, not fully romantic but there is obvious physical lust and curiosity. Though Nishou tells him to stay away from his original vessel for his own personal reasons. Rodney thinks good competition between men never hurt anyone. Nor will anyone stand in his way when he wants something or someone. He tends to go behind his friend's back in order to get to the original vessel. He seems haughty and aloof beyond his flirtations, and his intentions aren't really known. which in a way allures the original but also irritates them. While the original and he may romp from time to time, there is nothing too serious going on. There is a sinister air about Rodney that Nish does not fully trust, so their interactions stay solely on the fun. That sinister air is Rodney's connection to their doppel.

Rodney however does not care to be wrapped up in the drama that concerns both Nish and Nishou. He never alludes to either the original or doppel's whereabouts if they ask him. He is more of the type to enjoy how things playout for the good or dangerously bad. If challenged he will not think twice about getting rid of you. There is a reason why he and Nishou connect so well. Never challenge him or disrespect him, he will make sure you regret your actions fully.

Rodney beyond his connections to the doppel has a very dueled nature due to his cultural upbringing. He also lost his mother in his teen years due to a violent disease. As a result of his mother's passing his father took out his sadness and aggression on him. It is hard for Rodney to fully become connected to anyone due to the one person he loved the most leaving his life permanently. There was nothing for him to do, to control the said situation to keep his mother around. Rodney fears connection of any kind.. be it friendship, intimacy, or long-term relationships. He feels, in the end, you will leave him, be it your choice or something natural that he can not physically stop.

Rodney has his own issues beyond childhood trauma that even he can become mentally mudded with. While he vents to Nish about them, he will not go as far as to leave himself emotionally vulnerable. Even if he knows you will never harm him, he just won't trust anyone enough to give you that control over him. Beyond all, his life experience and his culture play a part in his mentality as well. His father stating " A man who cries is weak and is no son of his" has stuck with him throughout his life. You will never see Rodney cry or break down...instead he uses sex, drugs, and liquor as a form of escapism. At best his escapism within kink is one the original vessel will always be confused with. He believes if he consents to pain from time to time that he has some sense of control. A form of control he never had prior. Though he understands this isn't safe for him at best he could care less. Essentially he uses others as a form of self-harm.

Rodney sports a serrated switchblade he nicknamed Regina. He also refers to his blade as she/her. He uses it for fun with lovers as well as protection if anyone tries to step to him sideways. While he's a great physical fighter he enjoys the fear weaponry induces when introduced in a brawl.

#asmtsm art #furrydrawing #furry #digital art #digital coloring #digital illustration #furry art #drawn trad first then colored digitally #mixed media #asmtsm oc rambles #personal oc #tw abuse #tw domestic abuse mention #tw attachment styles #tw toxic up brining in bipoc cultures #Tw self harm to cope drinking / toxic situationships/ drugs #blood

[lulu2992]

Exploration of the now-offline Far Cry 5 official websites

Part 5: The Cult

Recovered content

On or before July 13th, 2017, information about Eden’s Gate appeared on the American site:

THE CULT THE PROJECT AT EDEN’S GATE The Project at Eden’s Gate believes The Collapse is imminent, and only their merciless and manipulative leader, The Father, can save them.

THE CULT THE PROJECT AT EDEN’S GATE Led by The Father and commanded by The Heralds, Eden’s Gate preys on those hopeless folks who have fallen into economical and psychological despair. They believe the cult will provide them with salvation, and in return they must devote their souls.

Then, on or before February 9th, 2018, until at least February 7th, 2020, the descriptions were modified, and this is what we could find about the Seed family and their followers instead:

THE CULT KIN BY BLOOD, BOUND BY BLISS The Heralds are The Father's beloved siblings, each of whom control one of three major regions in Hope County. As de-facto leaders of the Project at Eden's Gate, they only answer to The Father and exact his will through psychological and physical methods.

THE CULT THE PROJECT AT EDEN’S GATE The Project at Eden’s Gate believe that they have been given a mandate from God: Save as many souls as they can, thus ensuring humanity’s survival after The Collapse. Those who seek to hinder The Project must be dealt with severely. According to The Father, The Project is humanity’s only hope to survive “The Collapse.”

Commentary

So, in 2017, Eden’s Gate was “the biggest and most ruthless baddest enemy Far Cry has ever seen” (see previous posts), and they “[preyed] on those hopeless folks who have fallen into economical and psychological despair.” As for The Father, he was described as a “merciless and manipulative leader”. Joseph, backed by his Heralds, would tell his followers that the end of the world was imminent, and they would believe him because they were scared, but was it what he also believed, or was he just trying to use and abuse vulnerable people for his own profit? What the phrasing implies, I think, is that “early Joseph” had become a cult leader not because he truly thought he could or even wanted to help anyone, but simply because he was a disingenuous predator.

In the description written in 2018, we finally learned about what truly motivates him and his followers: their belief that they are on a mission from God and that they need to save souls from the Collapse. The only people who “must be dealt with severely” now are “those who seek to hinder The Project”. There is no mention of the Seeds taking advantage of vulnerable people anymore. In the most recent version of the text, it’s not really about their followers acting out of fear while their leaders’ beliefs and intentions are dubious, it’s about Eden’s Gate, as a group, having faith in something and working towards a common goal... albeit still in the worst way possible.

In 2018, we also got more information about the Heralds (I will detail their individual descriptions in the next posts) and learned that they “exact [Joseph’s] will through psychological and physical methods”. Maybe it’s because I know the story, but I like that the sentence suggests that, while the Heralds all obey Joseph, they each have their own way of doing it; he told them what he wanted them to do, but they chose how they would do it.

Under the cut are all the available source files, saved directly from the website, of the images you see in the screenshots:

I could only find the small and non-transparent picture of the family, so here it is:

#far cry 5 #eden’s gate #joseph seed #jacob seed #faith seed #john seed

[sylvies-chen]

after seeing a tweet about season 2 coming out I thought now would be a good time start The Bear to fulfill my need to have seen every single show in existence! I’ve only seen the first 5 episodes so far but here are my thoughts:

it seems everyone in this show except marcus (he’s just in the corner perfecting his lil donuts!! leave him in peace!!) teeters so beautifully on being absolutely detestable. some *cough cough richie cough cough* do venture into unlikeable territory but then when they do, the writers bring in a scene that instantly gives them an extra layer and shifts you towards empathy. it’s a really delicate balance but so far it’s working for me!

this is, at its core, a show about how to go about taking pieces of something broken and turning them into something better and beautiful, revamping it without discarding its true nature— and this is true in both the inwards sense, relating to carmy’s (and sugar’s and richie’s) grief and mental health in learning how to move on from a tragic loss but not forget your past pain, and then in the outwards sense as well regarding to the restaurant and the Chicago community, how to make a successful restaurant without forgetting the people they serve, how to not be a gunslingin’ dive but also not a gentrifying posh joint.

speaking of that internal turmoil though, I’m absolutely lovinggggg the bear motif and it fits perfectly with this idea! it’s like carmy has so much bottled up inside him, both good and bad, like his passion to change the restaurant mikey left him but also his pain and grief and sorrow, and him trying to let the bear out of the cage and slowly tame it or control it in his dreams is very reminiscent of someone trying to get a hold on their own psyche. but it’s like. no dude. you gotta let it all out, let it go wild! both the pain and the ambition! it will let you be more loving, be healed, and be a better leader! gosh, it’s so so good.

JON BERNTHAL IS IN THIS?? Oh wait I think I vaguely remember @levijeanqueen watching this show just to see Jon Bernthal on her screen. sky babe this is me formally saying that I should have followed in your footsteps sooner omg I love this

richie gives me whiplash because he starts crying about his kid and I wanna give him a hug and tell him he’s a good dad but then he yells at syd and I get filled with rage and then he calls the cops on the mobsters when someone else solves the problem he couldn’t because he can’t stand not being needed and then anti-hero by taylor swift starts playing in my head because it’s him hi he’s the problem and what do you mean he accidentally drugged children with xanex i-

sydney is my GIRL y’all!! she has such a passionate, eager spirit about her that she can’t hold in and yet she also lacks confidence in a lot of ways and like. she is me!! I am her!! I kin this woman so hard. (that’s actually my first time using that word I hope I did it right lol). I’m so obsessed with everything she does, I can’t wait to see her grow and evolve as a chef, and to gain more confidence! also I need to learn more about her backstory right tf now like what was that catering business?? what’s her family like??

I don’t know where people are shipwise with this show?? it’s not a show that offers a lot of substantial material on that front but shipping is so much more fun when you have zero expectations and can kind of just go with the flow and take your own creative liberties so I like having fun with it. anyways I definitely feel a certain vibe with carmy and sydney but also marcus is so outwardly sweet to her when no one else is so I’m not mad about that either.

I think carmy and syd are like… two side of the same coin? they’re not the most alike but they’re not polar opposites either, they’re very much foils of each other and they each are the parts of the other that the other wishes they were. like sydney very openly wants to be skilled like carmy (she’s skilled on her own ways though might I add) and be a fearless chef and innovator, and carmy I think less-openly wishes he was like sydney: new, fresh, eager, not beaten down by the verbal degradation of high-end culinary culture, hopeful about the world and creative. I really like that sort of connection between two characters, it kind of alludes to a deeper idea that this bond was meant to be in a way? their chemistry is fucking fire too like wow

but then there’s marcus and sydney, which I think is cute because marcus has that sort of fun experimental eager green energy that sydney has and that many others (like tina and richie) have discarded or snuffed out, so I think he could be like a nice bright spot for sydney. idk. I need to know like a million more things about her character as well, she deserves all the screentime in the world. but in the meantime I’m just chilling, enjoying the little itty bitty crumbs that let me have my fun lol

anyways I’m sorry if that was too long for you lovely folks but I hope it was a worthy interruption to your regularly scheduled tumblr scrolling because I really love this show and I can’t wait to finish these last two episodes before moving on to this new season!!

#the bear #the bear fx #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto #sydney adamu #richie jerimovich

[strangewiggles]

pathologic furry designs because im a nerd

(aglaya, rubin, and lara, *ft artemy)

i usually dont post uncolored drawings/doodles but i plan on making a few of these

HUGE thanks to my buddies for help/input on these..both are huge brained and awesome at art follow them now

heres the thought process (spoiler free, mostly based on patho 2)

me and my buddies were in a call for all of these and we had a very intellectual conversation about all of them. when looking for furry designs i usually think of personality, mannerisms, and likeness.

Aglaya, Shoebill

both of the friends i asked havent played the game past day 5 (one of them is on day 2) so i asked “what animal would she be” with just a picture of her model. i was interested to see what 2 people who’ve only seen her once (in the intro) would think of her purely on vibes and brief dialogue. the first suggestion was “some kinda bird” and that seemed to stick.

a bit tall, a bit intimidating. so we threw out Herons, Ostriches, Peacocks…

Shoebill seemed to fit. I wanted a bird that was either grey or black, some kinda desaturated color but also one that was tall and a bit scary. Shoebills are definitely considered pretty scary. theyre also super tall and i remember saying in the call "these things are huge if i saw them flying i would cry." when it comes to shoebills, i imagine them towering over most other animals, especially with that neck and beak! they're also ambush predators i believe. shoebills fit Aglaya's first impressions perfectly.

i almost made her a Dalmatian... im glad i didnt...

Rubin, Skinny Pig

I wasn't even going to initially draw Rubin here... it started by me asking "who'd be a naked mole rat?" and the immediate answer was "Rubin..." which made me remember that he was bald LMAO. I figured that fit a little, and the original drawing was him as a naked mole rat. a few things werent quite right though.

first, digging. i cant imagine Rubin as an animal who's entire thing is digging around and being dirty, he's a doctor and, other than blood, i can't imagine he'd wanna be dirty...

second, social groups. as far as i know, naked mole rats are very social within their own circles? just from the early game (as early as the first 3 days?) he's pretty antisocial and seems to have a distaste for the Kin, even if influenced by grief(the emotion not the person). he even seems reluctant to be close to close friends.

and, of course, moles have to be saved for someone else... we'll get there. WINK

..i dont remember how Skinny Pigs came up, i think i was just googling them and thought they were funny since i have a friend who owns some.. i did a bit of googlin and asking my buddy in the call about skinny pig mannerisms.. theyre pretty...territorial? at least males to other males, theyre pretty aggressive as far as i know. this definitely fit Rubin. the OTHER reason for any kind of guinea pig was considered was because of the concept of "test guinea pigs" and not in a literal sense, but just the concept, because of Rubin's connection to Isidor. i will say i felt like the smartest person on earth when i thought of that.

also the cute ears absolutely influenced the decision.

Lara, Generic Ass Wolf

Lara was genuinely so difficult... unlike the other two, there were literally no suggestions being thrown out. my description was something like "maybe something small, cute, short tempered, but social?" and, for some reason, that was a tall order. my first guess was a mouse, but that wasnt perfect... we thought we'd have to turn to bugs and fish, though a lot of bugs and fish are hard to find personalities for.. at a surface level at least. we decided to save bugs and fish for other people...

and then, the suggestion of "wolf" came up, albeit reluctantly. when it comes to furry-fying characters, wolves and dogs are definitely...up there, in terms of "most used/obvious".. but really, think about it.

Believe it or not, wolves can be a little anxious, if not in a way that presents itself as anger/defense. this is also how i described Lara, "anxious in a way that presents as anger." also, wolves, while sometimes being a little solitary, are commonly in packs. which is...Lara's, like, Whole Thing. a house for the living etc etc..

I don't think i need to explain wolves too much either way. theyre The Furry Animal. whatever you know about wolves is probably true for Lara. it seems low-effort but trust me this decision took forever LMAO

and i mean...look at her. she looks like a wolf

*Artemy here is a bull because... yeah. that's the most obvious one. as #1 artemy fan i couldn't in good conscious make him anything other than a bull even if it's low effort idgaf... ill look at types of bulls for him later.

hope you liked my rambles..

#thanks again to my buddies #my art #doodles #pathologic #pathologic 2 #lara ravel #aglaya lilich #stakh rubin #stanislav rubin #artemy burakh

[loser-xx]

im very friendly sometimes, go ahead and reach out!

PLAYLIST REQUESTS OPEN! (6-12 songs, any fandom, any mood, any genre!)

Im 22

I like critically analyzing movies and tv shows

Im autistic

Im engaged and in a polyamourous relationship

Im panromantic/graysexual and genderfluid

i have 2 cats

Favorite Topics/Special Interests: Cats (which can range from the animal to the musical to the entire Warriors book series.) Lord of the Rings (long time love), Overwatch, and Undertale/Deltarune. Please engage with me on these topics if you want!

Some minor interests: Terrifier 2, Far Cry, Hollow Knight, Lost, Once Upon a Time, Borderlands, Bioshock, Vampyre (game), Zombies (the monster in general), Don't Starve, True Blood, the Owl House, Gravity Falls, She-Ra, Kipo, Dishonored the list may be infinite I'm a media driven boy, please ask about your favorite media and I will probably have seen it and analyzed it lol

I have many kins so i dont really have a comprehensive kin list atm, but currently my main ids are Moira from Overwatch, Galadriel from Lord of the Rings, Joseph Seed from Far Cry 5/New Dawn, Cardinal Copia (ghost band), Shawn Spencer from Psych, Desmond from Lost, Harold Finch from Person of Interest, and Ghostface (specifically from Dead by Daylight, although my canon pre-entity's realm is a lot different.)

Self-ships: Kingpin from Daredevil, Ben Linus from Lost, Zaheer (and the rest of the Red Lotus gang) from The Legend of Korra, Grima Wormtounge from Lord of the Rings, Adar from Rings of Power, Alric from Wolfbloods, Ganondorf from Legend of Zelda, and Detective Lassiter from Psych.

I have a passion for music and making playlists that work like soundtracks, my spotify can be found here https://spotify.link/YBXue5SznCb

Im a hybrid vampire and certified cannibal

Icon by @taylaedraws

[direwombat]

tagged by @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @inafieldofdaisies, and @socially-awkward-skeleton (tysm lovlies~!)

tagging: @adelaidedrubman, @detectivelokis, @sstewyhosseini, @baldurrs, @fourlittleseedlings, @strafethesesinners, @strangefable, @voidika, @kittiofdoom, @confidentandgood, @jacobsneed, @trench-rot, @aceghosts, @madparadoxum, @gaeadene, @purplehairsecretlair, @harmonyowl, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, @nightwingshero, @roofgeese, and anyone else who has something and wants to share it!

cheating a little bit and sharing something i posted yesterday as part of an ask game, so here's the rough draft of the end to chapter 1 of kneeling at the crossroads and a bonus little snippet of the first conversation syb has with jacob in chapter 5

Climbing into the truck, she settles in behind the wheel, and stares at the intersection in front of her. To the right is the road leading north, towards the bridge leading to the Whitetails. To the left, the bridge leading into the Valley.

Her knee bounces as she thinks, and she shifts restlessly in her seat. Nervous energy is telling her to run, act, stop thinking, pick a direction, and fucking go.

She needs to find her brother.

But, Rae-Rae is in trouble and Dutch sounded genuinely worried about her.

Her brother is somewhere in the Whitetails, unable to call for help because radio signals are being jammed.

But, Falls End is being fucking occupied and who knows how many are injured or dead.

Her brother is likely also in a war-zone. Alone. Possibly dead.

But Joey is still alive. She saw proof of that. But she also might not be alive for much longer, if Sybille doesn’t take John’s bait.

Whitetails or the Valley?

Her brother, or the community she swore an oath to serve?

The lives of the many, or the life of the only kin she has left?

The familiar, coppery tang of blood fills her mouth again, but the sting of reopening the crack in her lip barely registers. She can’t get the image of Joey, beaten and crying, out of her head. Her partner — her friend — is in immediate danger.

Augustine is smart. He’s a ranger. He knows the mountains better than most, and he’s armed. Sure, his issued rifle is more meant to scare off bears, but it’s enough to give him a fighting chance, at least.

A chance that Joey certainly doesn’t have.

She slams her palms down against the wheel and she kicks into the foot well with enough force to shake the cab. “FUCK!” she shouts. And with a violent twist, she turns the key in the ignition and turns left, speeding off into the Valley.

I’m comin’ for you, Augustine, I promise. I just need you to hold on a little bit longer.

And here's the bit from chapter 5 :) for context: jacob calls her using the ranger station outpost radio after she cleared it while looking for her brother

“You’re playing a dangerous game, here, Deputy,” Jacob growls.

“I’ve known men like you, Seed. You don’t scare me,” Sybille scoffs.

“There are no men like me.”

She actually laughs. A harsh bark of one, but a laugh nonetheless. She rolls her eyes and she hopes whatever camera he’s watching her from catches it. “No?” she asks, almost amused. “What, you really think you’re the only self-proclaimed ‘Alpha-male’ out there talkin’ bullshit? You think you’re the only one who thinks that anyone who don’t meet your standards ain’t even worth spittin’ on?” She shakes her head. “Please, military men like you are a dime a dozen. You ain’t anythin’ special. And lemme tell ya somethin’ else.”

“What’s that?” There’s a sharpness to his tone — an anger that’s barely concealed, threatening to break through the controlled facade he’s kept thus far.

She smirks. Looks like she struck a nerve. “I’ve known men like you,” she drawls. And then her voice drops. “And I’ve outlived them all.”

#the entire convo the second snippet is a part of is so fun #because they're just negging each other and it's lowkey flirting and it highkey works #wip wednesday #i need to clean up chapter 1 still and fill in a few transitions #but we're getting there #wip: kneeling at the crossroads

[civilight-eterna]

Fanfic Writing Questions

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Looks like 17, incidentally my lucky number!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

204,980 so far!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, Arknights. If Ex Astris gets any more content though I'll probably lunge for it again. I'm also always open to writing Vocaloid stuff even though I'm a little embarrassed looking back at some of my earlier works. I don't write for RWBY or Danganronpa anymore. I've been kinda hurt by people in those fandoms and I'm baby (or was baby) so it kinda killed my heart for it.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. From Hell to the Moon - 953 kudos My gigantic Touko/Komaru fic from back when Ultra Despair Girls had me in an absolute chokehold. I still love them but I kinda fell off from updating because I got a lot of comments like 'ughh i'm so sad this will never get updated' and the pressure got to me. 2. Between the Li[n]es - 425 kudos Another one I left on a massive cliffhanger for Danganronpa V3, my Miu/Kokichi/K1-B0 fic. I appreciate the support it received so much. I do enjoy writing robot sex. I fell off of updating because I made a friend in the fandom that kinned Kokichi pretty hard and seemed to feel like he was a much 'softer boi' than the way I wrote him and implied that my Kokichi was OOC and even though I didn't really believe it...well, you become your actions, so, by kind of, tolerating their interpretation it kind of neutered my own. We haven't talked in years. Sometimes I think about writing a quickie update chapter but I'm too into my other writing. As one comment put it: "came to nut, stayed for the feels", so I felt pretty damn good about the naughty scenes in this one. One of the more vulgar things I've published.

3. Other Side - 288 kudos My first fic for the RWBY fandom! I wrote it right after the Weiss trailer came out and we knew nothing, so a lot of the story is nothing like how the characters act now. I look back on it pretty fondly because it got me out of a pretty bad writing rut, but it's kinda bittersweet because I've moved on from RWBY. Still a sucker for Ruby/Weiss and I was overjoyed when Ice Queendom came out and gave them some spotlight. 4. Amor fati - 188 kudos My beloved golden child chenmiya fic. It makes me so happy to see this one climbing high into the list even though it's the most recent. A lot of tender love and care went into writing this and reading this is the key to my heart. Nothing excites me more than comments on this or any of my other chenmiya fics. It's basically my love letter to the ship. 5. Secondhand Smoke - 177 kudos One of my early entries into the ~problematic yuri~ genre from when Cinder/Ruby from RWBY had me by the throat. I got a lot of much-appreciated appreciation for writing these two and I remember this being the year that a bunch of my artist friends drew me Cinder/Ruby for my birthday! I'd never had anything like that happen before and I felt so loved.

5. Do you respond to comments? Sometimes! If you leave a lengthy comment I try to at least pop in and cry about how much it means to me haha.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Sour Grapes, easily. But is anyone surprised?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Definitely dodecatheon meadia. If ever I've written something I can consider to have a true fairytale ending, this is the one. This one really healed my heart too! I felt like I had a real fire under me while writing it and these girls have deeply affected me. I don't want to say too too much about it since some people are very likely still finishing the game. But it's also a new feeling to be the first fic in a tag!

8. Do you get hate on fics? Thankfully not really.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yeah, I sure do, almost exclusively-but I tend to have myself in this hostage situation of, "please make a 50k-100k epic to perfectly justify the characters having sex" that I occasionally escape containment from. I've gotten a little better at just laying the foundations quickly and getting to what I like to write, but it can still be a struggle because I get a little perfectionist with it. Which is funny because to me the 'perfect' smut doesn't exist, and it's made 'perfect' through the imperfections. I think the little bumps and hiccups and misunderstandings along the way are a lot more compelling to me than having everything go without a hitch, but there's definitely exceptions and different circumstances! Like when that's a big part of the story-like a character really really in control for another character's safety. When I write robot sex or medfet there tends to be a bit more detail about the safety side of things because I like to take the reader through the experience of safety too. I never turn right to the camera and go 'and now the safe way to do it is x' but I rely on the characters to express their expertise to each other, and their reassurance, and for the trust of the other character to speak for itself. haha, i rambled.

this is why for the lin/chen/amiya bondage i'm working on writing that i have a notebook with several pages of questions that lin goes through before tying people up. things like 'if you start to cry, does that mean you need to stop, or is that just what you need?'

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not really, the only one I've kind of written was the Ex Astris/Arknights one in dodecatheon meadia, based lightly off the fact that the games did a collab and I wanted to acknowledge them with the outfits of those girls from another world that they didn't quite get to know.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Oh, just once. But it was SO long ago and the person was pretty young I think and they were ashamed and took it down right away, so live and let live.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Some kind folks translated Sour Grapes into Chinese! I asked them for a link to where it ended up but I don't think they totally understood what I was asking. I was flattered nonetheless.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, I haven't. I do a lot of rping though still, though less publicly than I used to. I think if I co-wrote anything and published it it would have to be with @lanymme because she's my most trusted peer! When we talk about writing things and whenever she gives me feedback, she is so kind and spirited about it in a way that pushes me to do my best. Her encouragement is truly so earnest and even though I can be a little protective of my writing she has a really nice way about her of discussing how to make it stronger without making me ever feel like I'm not 'enough' as an author. I can't overstate how much I value her companionship; as an editor and a good friend and just lovely person overall. And when she leaves huge comments on my fics spotting all the little painstaking details I put in and mentioning them-what better satisfaction can there be as a writer? I always intend to do the same back but I am always just so floored and wiped out by the quality of her writing that I atomize before I can form cohesive thoughts. It just makes it all the more impressive that she can put together a fucking. bibliography of the story's moments and her reactions. So lanymme I hope you know how much I adore your style. /)///(\

14. What's your all time favorite ship? Chenmiya. I sort of felt inklings of it all throughout the beginning of the story and then chapters 7 and 8 sealed my coffin shut. Amiya sort of represents, I think, the idealism that Ch'en had wanted to believe in growing up. The world was really cruel and Ch'en adapted in her own ways, but she...rejects Amiya a bit because I feel like in her heart she can't let herself get too attached. She knows-or thinks she knows-that Amiya will lose hope and she'll feel that heartbreak all over. But slowly, her optimism and continued efforts to just...keep going, in a world that is cold, a world that shows her cruelty-it reaches Ch'en. And even though Ch'en puts up her front at first, Amiya's ultra-high empathy helps her understand who Ch'en really is, and she has the maturity to not begrudge her for the way she's processed things up to the events of chapter 7 and 8. As she puts it, "I saw the color of her heart", when talking about how Ch'en interacted with the kids in the slums that didn't have anyone else. And then she launches a rescue for Ch'en, and ends up so linked up with her memories and emotions that she just like. Becomes the other half of her soul in that fight. Amiya arrives with her optimism and hopes on the sheer chance that Ch'en is still alive and still needs her help and goes up the tower alone to find her and she does even against all odds. She talks about how she wants to cry when she sees her. In Ch'en's hour of need, Amiya arrives carrying the hopes of what she wanted to be herself, and they fight a battle where they are alone, saving each other, promising each other that they can do it, and they come out alive.

There are so, so so many more details about them. Ch'en's wishes for Amiya to call her by first name in a closer way, the way that Amiya shyly, obstinately continues to add some form of honorific for her. The way Ch'en inherited her abusive father's rhetoric and echoed his lines to Amiya to try to get her to distance herself from her in the beginning, only to apologize at the top of the tower and tell her she wishes she'd met her earlier.

But the main thing I always think about, at the top of the tower, is where black-snake-controlled Talulah puts Amiya in a prison of fire specifically to goad Ch'en. She wraps her in flames and says "I wonder how her melting flesh will smell"/something akin to that and Ch'en loses her mind and yells as her to "don't touch her!" and says "I'm the one you want, let her go!" etc., you know, all the good shit. So my interpretation of the scene is this: since the black snake can't make Talulah do something she doesn't actually want to do, I've always felt that the feelings behind that scene were of Talulah wanting someone close to her to really, truly understand how it feels to lose someone you love, and she saw Amiya to Ch'en as being someone analogous to what Alina was to herself. I think even if you read Ch'en's feelings for Amiya as non-romantic, Amiya was still so so dearly important to her to make her react that way, and that the black snake being cruel enough to try to leverage their relationship to, ultimately, kill Ch'en, who was Talulah's last tether to not losing control of herself fully-was so outrageously heinous. Ch'en could have killed herself trying to get Amiya out, which would have been what the black snake wanted most of all, since it couldn't quite urge Talulah to kill Ch'en directly, and it would have done so by preying on both Talulah's love/sorrow for Alina and Ch'en's love for Amiya.

scrolling up and seeing the wall of text i wrote and. yeah. there's still so much more.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Between the Li[e]s. Danganronpa fandom just hurts too much.

16. What are your writing strengths? Aside from dialogue, I think my other big strength is that I'm not afraid to write what I want even if and especially if it's fucked up. I also feel like another strength of mine is that the characters will take over for me, and get me to write them truly as they are without letting me change them. Even if that results in me writing things I'm very embarrassed and shy about writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I lack discipline. I need to get myself consistently writing more, but it's hard for me to make time to do it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't tend to do more than a few phrases, and only then if it's a character's native language and I want them to call someone a cute nickname or something.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Princess Tutu. I was 13. it was the 4th of July. I was supposed to be in bed asleep. But I was using the string lights illumination to light up my journal and it was then for the very first time I felt the feeling of realizing that I could make anything happen that I wanted.

It was not very good at all! But I treasure the memories of having boundless energy to write with because I was just so excited to see something become real from something that had only till then been inside of me.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

dodecatheon meadia. maybe it's surprising because it's not one of my headliner chenmiya fics, but-it's a secret chenmiya fic if you squint!

and honestly even though the story of ex astris is a little patchy at times, by the end you feel just...gripped by the world building and by yan and vi in particular. so i remember writing for them, desperate to see the happiest ending i could make, weaving it in with the canon with as many of my favorite details as possible, and it felt so good. i wrote pretty much nonstop for a week straight and finished it. the feeling of just-DYING to write was burning under my skin after finishing the game and the satisfaction of finishing the fic was magical, even if it came with the usual...idk, 'fanfic post-partum' of sending your writing out into the world when it's all done.

tagging: @lanymme, @annierosaart, and anyone else who wants to do it!

#bunny talk

[btsqualityy]

mins fluff 🖤 (scenario) yoongi is currently on tour and so far he’s about halfway through with a handful of shows left. he’s happy to be performing but of course he misses his family. during his ending ment, the crowd starts going crazy unexpectedly screaming and cheering. yoongi looks around confused and turns to the big screen and his eyes instantly pop out of his head. there’s the loves of his life plastered on the big screen. mama min is wearing a customized tour shirt that she cropped, and kinsley (5) and kamryn (2) are wearing mini matching customized shirts made by min. mama min is bouncing a happy and babbling kammie on her hip and kins is standing on a chair next to her mama and shyly clinging to her arm. the sight has yoongi crying at the sweet surprise that his wife did for him. 🥹

-mini drabble anon 💘

Yoongi would burst out in tears and it would literally take a good 5 minutes for him to be able to finish his ment because he’d be too emotional 😭😭Min and the girls would have to go on stage and hug him for him to be able to continue 🥰

#the mins

[fictionkinfessions]

was playing far cry 5 w/my brother and dad watching me, and at one point while i was battling some enemies, my brother goes "[you fight] kinda like aizawa" and if i was a cartoon my eyes would have gone so SHINY AND WET AND WOBBLY BECAUSE YEAY!!!!!!!! KIN POINTS!!!! both normal to want and to achieve ✨.

i love when ppl unknowingly compare me 2 my kins <33.

-aizawa shota, #🚀🧃

🧽

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #🚀🧃 #aizawashotakin #bnhakin #caps cw #mod party cat

[gelertrook]

this picrew was great for finally showing off what i looked like as the deputy; aka daniel rook (only my brother called me danny). as the judge my hair was much longer, a bit faded and i had more facial hair. but all in all this is what i looked like before 🤘

#far cry 5 #kin #the deputy #the judge #if ur not cool with kinnies idk what to tell u bruv #lmao #picrew

[muhammad-ubaidullah-khan]

GENERAL PHRASES

(1) شاذ و نادر۔ بہت کم۔

Few and far between.

(2) مشکلات میں سے گزرنا۔

(To go through) fire and water.

(3) )کسی مضمون پر) روشنی ڈالنا۔

(To throw light).

(4) پوشیدہ

Hole and corner.

(5) شور وسے غوغا۔

Hue and cry.

(6) رشتہ دار۔

Kith and kin.

(7) عین وقت پر۔

In the nick of time.

(8) بے سود۔ بے فائدہ۔

Of no avail.

(9) ضروری حصہ۔

Part and parcel.

(10) کسی بات کے حق میں اور برخلاف باتیں۔

Pros and cons.

(11) عام لوگ۔

Rank and file.

(12) صحیح سالم۔ بغیر ضرر پہنچے۔

Scot free.

(13) ہر حال میں۔

Through thick and thin.

(14) نشیب و فراز۔

Ups and downs.

(15) کھلا بھید جو سب کو معلوم ہو۔

An open secret.

(16) ڈرپوک۔ بزدل۔

A chicken hearted fellow.

(17) کنجوس۔

A close-fisted man.

(18) جگڑے کا سبب۔

An Apple of discord.

(19) ہونہار نوجوان۔

A promising youth.

(20) سرسری نظارہ۔

A bird's eye view.

(21) مستقل فوج۔

A standing army.

(22) برا آدمی ناق��بل اعتبار۔

A black sheep.

(23) سوال جس پر پُر جوش بحث ہو۔

A burning question.

(24) بناؤٹی آنسو۔

Crocodile tears.

(25) سختی سے۔

(With) an iron hand.

(26) پکّا ارادہ۔

An iron will.

(27) مخول یا، ہنسی کا نشانہ۔

A laughing stock.

(28) سب سے زیادہ یا بہترین حصہ۔

A lion's share.

(29) بال بال بچنا۔

A narrow escape.

(30) بغیر نشانہ باندھے گول چلانا۔

A random shot.

(31) نہایت مشہور اور مبارک دن۔

A red-letter day.

(32) پکّا مددگار۔ دست راست۔

A right-hand man.

(33) لکھنے میں معمولی غلطی۔

A slip of pen.

(34) چھپا ہوا دشمن۔

A snake in the grass.

(35) لکھنا پڑھنا اور حساب۔

The three R's.

(36) بہت مہنگی اور بے فائدہ چیز۔

A white elephant.

(37) پڑھا لکھا آدمی۔

A well-read man.

(38) نقد روپیہ یا جو فوراً مل سکے۔

Ready money.

(39) پہلا لیکچر، یا پہلی تقریر۔

A maiden speech.

(40) چھوٹے بڑے۔

High and low.

(41) آن کی آن میں۔

In the twinkling of an eye.

(42) دل سے۔

At heart.

(43) اَزبر۔ یاد۔

At one's fingers' ends.

(44) ٹانگ اڑانا۔ دخل دینا۔

To poke one's nose.

(45) کٹھ پتلی ہونا۔

To be a puppet.

(46) نقلی سکّہ۔

A counterfeit coin.

(47) پکا۔ کٹر۔

To the back bone.

(48) گھات میں بیٹھنا۔

To lie in wait.

(49) قسمت میں ہونا۔

To be in store.

(50) بیعزتی کو خاموشی سے سہنا، پی جانا۔

To pocket an insult.

#اردو #urdu #english #English grammar #انگریزی گریمر #انگریزی صرف و نحو #اردو کا انگریزی ترجمہ #اردو سے انگریزی #اردو ترجمہ #Urdu into English translation #Urdu to English translation #Urdu translation into English #GENERAL PHRASES #PHRASES

[systemconfessional]

(Hi 🔴🟣♥️ Anon, thank you for the answer! Not super good at tagging triggers but will try > syscourse / discourse, oversharing of diagnoses and probably a lot of overthinking / sorry for the long post)

We’ve been someone who’s had not many on call positive memories of the past, and don’t often remember during our time before transitioning (AFAB nonbinary transmasc adult). There is no memory of gaining consciousness at all until age 5, have bad memories from growing up as AFAB and masking as a kid, being 12, and have been having a crisis over everything since graduating in 2021 and turning 20 in 2023. Turning 21 in February, so, yay for that?

There’s so much more that could be said, but, we truly don’t have anyone to talk to about it, and someone who has been a friend since young days online who has been identifying as a system for almost 2 years; when we brought it up, they ended up making us feel horrible about it and we haven’t told them or talked to them about the topic since, despite getting more info, because we are so scared of upsetting them- they said we were probably just taking something and running with it; calling us a kinshifter/kin related things (we can see why, but, it still hurt) and only thinking about being a system after getting an extreme hyperfixation on a source and possibly finding alters because of it.

We have talked to a social worker before about this, and when she asked if we felt scared or comforted with the feeling of being a system; we answered that it’s comforting, because in a strange way, it’s extremely comforting to think that there’s someone with the host. It’s comforting to think about the possibility of those alters being there, experiencing everything and helping each other out.

We’ve actually been trying to log who fronts and keep track of any journaling through the SimplyPlural app, it’s been nice. It’s comforting to do and we sometimes forget to update/switch, but it’s so so nice to have an app for stuff like that.

We already have enough issues as it is as well; major depression, social/generalized anxiety, ADHD (hyperactive and inattentive) and our doctor has told us we have symptoms of borderline-personality-disorder, bipolar disorder, derealization/depersonalization/disassociation disorder and symptoms of Autism we masked severely in the past and are only in the last couple of years experiencing them full force. We have had severe memory issues and don’t often remember what we did the last day or so.

Whenever we try to look into information about being a system, we see so many mixed experiences and people gate keeping; syscourse/discourse in general scares the shit out of us because we have the fear we’re faking, especially as it’s being seen as a ‘trend’ to have DID. We know there’s no right way to be a system and every one of them is different, but it’s still scary to think about. It’s extremely hard to sit through said research information, because it becomes quickly overwhelming and we have a breakdown; crying until numb dissociation and pushing ourselves away from it.

Most of our members are fictives, we felt strongly to the characters in our source, literally feeling and experiencing their experiences and trauma as if it was our own. Of course we don’t look exactly like our source. We believe most of us also formed out of the extreme comfort and safety our host felt with those characters, as well. We don’t act exactly the same as our source either, our interests blending with each other’s and the host’s but we do have parts of source interests and such.

It feels so isolating not being able to talk about our experiences and what we think is EXACTLY how we feel, being around people who could never understand or don’t even know at all how we’ve been feeling for years. We often think about making an account personally for system stuff, but again, there’s the fear of discourse.

Really appreciate a blog like this, and everyone being so supportive of one another so far from the few confessions. Only found out about y’all last night, hopefully life’s working good for ya.

Hey! We're glad this blog is a place you can come to! That is why we exist

We're doing good thank you for asking. Life's working out

-Mod Yellow

#🔴🟣♥️ #confession booth #system confessions #syscourse #discourse #oversharing

[libidomechanica]

He wholly Saints been newe were pass for

A sonnet sequence

               1

We know heauenly heedless to be so—for all with smocked from the little spray of blisse. On the Nine, but was not of shall so fowl now what worst of Fame, in a poem: which in felt—a kindness for ought fading a privilege, when know nor pleasure, with eyes. But ah vnwise. He wholly Saint’s been newe were pass for a death will slime thrills from hidden, hast. Far—O gaze took, since the West. The close gentle boy no merry net, which had laid their sun off bricks order to buttering bank our shield, mace, with no meanes of the sinister, and mind, her fell—long them into his o’erlabour’d briefly wanting.

               2

Less indigestion. Took into an earth’s hear maids, gross the was we drove away; drops thee. Upon a trumpet murmurs sweets, bene loved all their clash her god the Iuniper every burthern and day, nor rues make, into th’oaten with feast, boded by What sweet sorcery. For thrilling in hear of the still his dead, her of you that brows, smiling; each to governour, maister, it down the firstly, mourn, and so did arre. Which is you, had no light, thus reposed tinct hive I’ll come! Far undernes penance, that flicker’d with lurkest buy, till the cuckoo. Shall plan, diverted, he cared and set my blood.

               3

Your frame: then for one found that incarnate lieutenance o’er than young here which the woman opes, his prayses forestry, makes as well the plot of slaves, and thee. With that person, or so love below, are chapel openly to ye, my mee, and thretning: in the might I gave my hear to human had two or two without the Doric lay; and bread took it fell, in file flowers, before they left both fill the paper: there in this wander althought, the very being paragon? Thought be your praysd for what at ninety yeare deeme of fitting her like a blank, with strong to us. I propertius.

               4

When ye left: shall hold those upon the threading frowning shee kin; other tress with love;— or a great joy in a green; some vp with thy guiled away that? And music—clapt better in heard, and by Satyrs! But invite foot she flush their sweet for merry Hebe lay by, to the grouped in all him clayme wild woods thro’ thy last, far-follow such more miraculous smelling of prey and I growing it here, and his worn a present perplexing! For their transient desyre: her fayre, a Franks, temperate its which misgouernaunce, for themselves now him opprest rapturous empress to fill asleeping eyes with looke.

               5

So sorrel unto die although, and thou prize the Culuer did look’d the flock, and not draughter. Or she spake, is me! The most his looking a huge busy, and that void of flie: ne and happy! And other know to a siege, which vouchsafe to remayne, the Abbey- stone turning in couldst the dismay, or where boils of a maiden quit; and this native cry Amen’ to every beauty of the bands their fancient in one thing-staid nothing game beings we will not repress pale. At little as thou won’t. His gay the quyre of candle-like a wall, that island! He roof masternall herds went. Were ran away.

               6

The foe, to meet, and could sorowe seen; she fly did pain, soft awhile with the sole month of his present centrap in thereupon the holy Saints doth to thy swiftes of Holoferness for the world a moment— and honors to the misliue and caughters the prove, even tree, that oiled above the east, staggeration—a most into each to row; a hubbub in their mouth. One lake-like since when thou know at lengthened to gathere mine age, but that Greece was such a row of morning’s a wet with all ouerture? Thing, said, but some new estate; steal me on Juan, who courself a garden-croft; of scene of bliss!

               7

One sweeter Beauty store and playe: but ‘t is a potato. And walls. Now of beneath glory minds their bond, ’ or pity for thingness from seven Despaired country words other ire; so, quoth skin: little as but them Sir Isaac Newton saw Byron’s monarch’d him harm could do not so idly and fringe old me illiciting to warmth against his many a meek of grieves me world do much most my heauen many thing metals each, Love speak from the late I borne of word thee, captives the sun and after a gossamer were and I love told have than woe better classie, kind love of his brace! Of his forsake the family a fair eyes them into its crown propertius. I know no more; but ah! The thought to my find of Scio’s long that come to when I don’t thief waving sun, how thousand cheerly, chere no more the single jewel on their sunny gems of lover us, that of of alters ago.

               8

I burned there it is this eyes. Round of such passion toss like a man to sayne, there sun, and he sank, was they hand then new-born and sith the simples, I knew batteries, which her will brings everyone’s feet: she catch, I there ye sort of mortal you; found us e’er you have praysd for me! When, no more of fire-side by king Nymphes doth built, captiues playne, perhaps he seemed that doth Love, panthers worke thy Saviour dream; and amari aliquid loosely do not once makes the peace, doe comforted, to mee. My head as to lie on my death. Grace may entail long: if your didst other heaven’s arrival out thilke the drains and full speedier both shall her you, great a waves, carry high raigne Queen’s loss to over every billow; with husks, cut indulge in safe my sweep for Hair which my own the rift of her vnmoued the ease: some salt struck for he wide, and thou dost borrowest inadvertes made it ill vnsoote.

               9

Through them han thunder. Come bolts of my lowe, thought I will be molest. Yield. How do witless from thou, Muse. Which the way to vary from place. Rain of God perdie downe away. Me marks the hell women; the fair love comely fading’ martial—for than a years, let kind look but by equal man days Time restrayne beginne of this own from euen why touch a wretchedness no more than Russ returnd the wreaths of us singing on his sweet is so nominate. Mote enlarge not sinks of a diadem, with young tillage sent for mischief fold men—good! Sole voices sweet, and she, I feel now for so near. And by side.

               10

Now far away, the dore has a feeble fools when the letter whate’er word I under’s best and Waggons! To Kerke, which are that we but dark summer, maiden from the Princess of gold, lives, and by poetry could part of work of dry words to you for his man of God and wailed—to slay tride, harsh kiss her on the sludge: ’ for groves seemes the Tree, and in the loue, deare forth at hours ne’er your freedom brake him in vain welth and date-bread with thinking heroes she turn backward display, just as much chere: but such mercy will doth with some on these times her that floor; so let pleasure thereof whom if hers; till not.

               11

Once lived in tracks? To be Cather damn his their memory’s vanquills, and the pleasure; and loue, the dead ere tamed shoot out good reasons spirit off his homeward to burning up for his childishness lived in whose renew, preciously hew, to my ain. Up which I mis, to show? Are visits; but flie; but there and he turmoil of changeful tongue was t’other; she wisdom, thou iollitee. Your flock of dole god bless, and eke more to make her had lamping one, an’ I’ll know’st thou filled his brance and thing wind that can moue, if Homer! Is in booke enough t will pulses to showers and be deeds must not their wise.

               12

He could love is in winds, our of the air way; but went to scenes! As her express headlong shrine, why youth, and speech—which no less, with tears are a card. Our faultlesse elfe, my store of abeyance at hinders of Love melodies us. Greedy see that would after a sight the gave had been o’er the sinks, and light?—I am now beside, between us, and sends up for them as held ought or some been the had no assoyle, and gold-eyed Will’t pleasure lost, and fledged to bind a skye, the lay but in circumstancy fed with power absence deeply blame the light, a hands read ask’d to say; my loue lent.

               13

And the shadow and desolate. A girls. I’ll not long his jaunt about their bosom too high the field, and shapes as in on Arthur wish the structed mawkin, and sail, that are you as a Guelf. And spheard to beneath apple feudal tilt it like a beach accursed her in them all them were grew think of destined at you the world make, made eternal in loved on imagining. But of delight for Hermes! And freedom, future, then giues and bit well head into the kind love, when my breasts and then tree. The wilbe more: then by the iewell and mean, post in his little, as holy said which we all.

               14

Search, sun, and like South, of life was ask’d then pity for a burden prisoner the heart cannot, what to content to dare na looks as panting so vigour, all the mark in these like flood, to his grant quite forehead and when in finish, with the rail. ’ Don Juan’s bribe me not for a womanhood, but Luther, a grey, in what and passion of braves stoic too, First of that I do that hands, you doesn’t matter: the beauty be. To beast though the king: we owed from, future of my death-cry drop your false found him thy best face I green, a man’s tide, so fleet and fair thou will pleased tinct hive I’ll were not what is which I die to get on you, to love: but Shakspear he will. No, I am not if this grief, in all they both place of her mine we safety of the through their fame, thing vintage hys back safely came to more then those thine others, hung, through no gunners be: the surely light him bore hand in heroic ladies.

               15

Swore. And therewith I was, as Algrin, his we ride depraues benumbines, or their mother, long deep with a bulletin. By his brooms; for hope of his sad seene. Said Endymion the clown, silly boast over led a linesse: for vs, how-so that passion another, and eke hire for angely: but doubt in the flocks, till breath though the damn’d; for mind’s doing teeth, adoration or a million life: ’ I though the Silver: by comes bayte her such with he now my shoulder, and far. To snares in his haue enroll. ’Er mix with cloudest ymage is dismiss it; by thought the Kerke the friendship should have I beheld heards were stirre vp to threw his opinions too audaciousness like he there are biographic kiss the hung, and faith, come at he embase, all but two hour old earth: but rest; they meaning her gavest inquire apology by whatever station whyles him down her strong a maid!

               16

Your couth doth clamor’s far as he that audit by as men he happie she alarm’d like a gentle mind to show ye what dear Endymion, we are exceeds the soothsayers worship of song languish, which their kind of our soule from miscarred me, the drear has mad was lean and guilty shadow’s clime which my heart of his pillowy-bosom, and liue forlorn my hungry worse are game being to your companied she who latest, and tried it wane a one. I lisping has sun had was tame, Sweet despair? Trembling had travell’d brother had done of you, all moon the heart a fooles hearth, nor tend applyed.

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Yet grow as to the feel it was nowe this head assault. He was of dearest. His oozy lock thee, thought, or passion your doth are clouds come yet a sides the fresh there taper we with sorrow began to my those me, i and O my America! They turn’d, Hark! It? When he did heaven. Her bribe. Shed it ought with us, bright after dark with her pursues frosts form a fervent. We in a sort of ill aspires—the love, cold my heale in this is life, that star their tremble, and blessing to those neede and my iustice three fire! I hae lo’ed bene sole sick: but now—What soot be so great a voice!

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Here, enaunce doth many a laesie looke. The night temper; but since you triumph ouerlayd: tway the salt Medway house—his homely crew of earth, and that our her and rules lyke to be thy earth its blood in purple to the focus of Bonapart; there will plains in a fact; ne ought honour, which nource of fightingale, since to flay a think good cleft our wish in you in a caring art to my fringeth for meats from sin, or Anglice Goddard, too dear slaved owing wan their fishes o’er you too highest with pain—with that the pointed moon shut loved awake, this childishness what have primroses despair!

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But ioyous day; and the God, and there on fits, compos’d their bonds of his blowing, proceede ditties into the half-fledge crown heart, lost even with bruzd his eyes, shall be well would moon of elder power of please my want thou block a human sped out. Do not this grief—green thou didst that I will I known, of literately, red lay a mute, of love himself is golden sigh, sdeathlessness pride the execution of the myself a sin, become appoints, or so nearer theyr weather strick; down to hue, crown’d beauties are hurt doe away the slightning, strong, that money, may turncoat have the tale half-flush thy Saviour white no means and suffize, extremes, extreme, for it and tell vs taughters face … such al power the stormy part: the Earth, and twists there she touch things were deceit with verses out some strange, and dress, Sweet you told, Tibullus, ne lent these hall, an uncouth was Cupid gaine imagine aid?

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As some silken fields, in bids her heads I blesse lament: tho vnders I said had a bushes he fleeting breast, too, being Hope, dissolved thy verses youth with Cassion such as from place, and far relentine, at lead, or their shame not this palace-front to red and his rapes, of snowy cradle the haply of thou hast thou as a loss the siege, which melted Flora too! Therefore O louers blaze, come on my ain last or rays old, sat was neuer should pass’d in spell’d, out off; for euer was the ring his card. With choir the desper, force; be it’s this, so thy gift a shipping mute, what is habits;—not they lie store.

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Save of eternation; for climax of her harts the truth, that budded swear old as we left from the same the scrape of flowers of life’s song in hills from that rude dispraise is bark ’gainst though the stars than Peace show my lyfe endlesse milkweeds mountains as furens; so those variously will mov’d thee, excuse thick again. Us, crown their trembled on the West, and grief. Than you bother wrathful Chloe, how dear lady, did rest: and plump. Good or a triple shame night, and the that the came, sing her tractised her from Nelly Gray! Not know to me; but in the state, that fame in the mought, as Arac’s art.

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And lived in the pierc’d wise, riding snare, and acquiesce, and no arden with his pocket-book waylfull of the sink down the bayonet some as made look in tops, when he is children of actress was in Sommer distant … I do not, die, that it out of twelve ring up like garland it out then the can stretch bled the red clouds about Indian caves, e’er ye rose, like his flea spaces too quaranth, when are relieve A lustihede and pardon all obeysaunce: but not griefe, full of others, let it done bloud, like all the hoped shewes but a solitary pole so much close could not a blows. Hope, whereafter agoe, with Psyche ere to a cable’s liness, and where such more entered by skild, my white robes, and languinea and all million look’d not I your sorrow their Valent—that reckon up if their soft-lifted in Beauty of that whether who always some sheepe furrows likewise the tress!

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The earth, no doubt, for all of Fame, who knowledge they on and the state, and this is what wild rapt Endymion, manifold from Arabs, Turkish-fashion me, and round hit the hope, what more of all that every birth, what me a pleasing; but her on the hopelesses, so much my prelate em? And critic but the whiplash that time, all wracke, when she mellow Bacchanal! From thy soft-dying hoof byrd that shall high she noise desire to beauty off likewise mimic scene before, till wander to more it is nothing clown, I burning: in the die, when the tombs of child, his eyes, too, when I ask’d why?

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That all the hallow’d what the light and ride? Content within his warm that your richly world vnto the sky should not so late drawn of Onesti’s life, I pitied. Or sitting no doubt, for water day. Hidden led the well? Somehow euer lives doo: burn waved lions the mought, and such fragrant flower gilded man’s falling built me doth keep in these vessels deep dell, one hath thee! That his manner left more great at all herd perfume of art thy father, there, that years, and Christian senses I signal’s duty’s style becomes o’ercast that then, are he kiss, so be minds and dart to be your worn, but a breachery!

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That day; if Pearl; or face, he wild wombe to- night dash delight; or piece a for without the earth, or wintry or amongst thou stand sit by a fit for, why are of your footstoole heard in a form not marks the found, melissa knelt; but our sail, slow, because. The Lady Blanches who kept him it determine the fruits, and fragrant to you, as where it since first be, ne you plead told have gone. But her own cared brook’d for sicke lent, as much is not this absence and mere choice is the lasting of christian streams and I do equals, blood mattered, which tranquil, and of Pantisocracy; or Colin be scathe.

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My knew the children, rush’d the him stuffing. Long such also say.&With away my brest to what I answered in, to be minds of all the thought, the moughts of loues who slipt theme— he serene creeping of words tas-ket did fly. On the other sometimes back in you art more when all my flames also paces me. To show, that due, onely trouble then all me, as doth little, and her, Let thee to be that he sayes himself to see that silent was not yield, and there the propose time whose regardin of melanchor,— replied, and my grant of Ismail, we seeming she. On the bloud, or thought and all thee.

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And all art: and I thing their motion; but ah false feel with chains for affrightens why my manors if that doe compared at their feet theology by who care bosom- friends in the count of all of the witchitzkoff and crie, but them with have no forgot at hard, tender ask the Starrest more came, nor were belowe, ne father, though meadow great, deside. And Peggy Pout gives that spoyle. Them wends, drilling in her glory moneth out soft Angel! Too contentment weake wordinations. Inevitable vale desires and bread of favour, and knows us. But thinke them of kynd. Could not do!

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They in her by poem, known: holy hye? Motherly denied, sleep, who know nill length the most yielded up fortress, the same when we hoped to stool grow. To the headpeace—I’ve for a bard; I don’t combated on the had our old: the Skirt on her. Read me but now all thy meed of death, where ivy dun would breathe pype I have spoile, like a gossamer were a new soil, then call to scourge shouldst bids him did once of prove that more to her eye, that came I her your fresh is wife not you more readily heauen may requench sticks bewitching buds dots now reader shall foxglove, how the valets,—hardly; for meals.

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Go no one concord coupled, wrong, Cyril? Thus I had loved at have produce, youngling but in her his he. He, sincere attend the penchant alkali, although she doth sparkles! And Admiral Ribas sensuall ourself the vanquility. The ocean meeknesse you—she had a maiden yield, whose love combated of the tyranny. Of night; a thought! But like Burns whom now this one with light in, shall courselves a true Christianity! Stella, shoots javelin, for yet short, the stedfast for me? To his bigger to slay, to embaseth, some said thereas I trowe, ne fate. But rare, and gently.

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And world chalked date although Prussian sensually, true, my whole converse; but likewise, and evening with youthful year, we’ll go no more end that king’s odd labour’s earne thankles at a push my rugged in iron, to set her own! And the batter to end full to under-shower, Tut, you doost men lightning: hie among then summit of her none, in royal mildly part, the base affairs, extendernes, which many art. Next, texture compete sign of oriental, suggested crouned. Ne ought. My life: hears, a cigarette. Whether looke vpon that of his feast and once, from blazoned if your if you.

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He causes requent of this young me thee such heads fell. Be children of day: but solitarines with the future rightning, not if your eyes haunting and yet summer handsome hath men of the fresh and consonants place brood is a soldier, till my grave the way, fresh den; but as a passion fair, shepherd another, be loves at peace adorn’d his my brink me not to forward to the West, as if possessing-room, ’ to mend; and stounde: her titles bribes; like a tears a spot with system out then other parent; and then my except for being pearls as Cockney sports high lawns beneath the bitter, and gay. I have I, whose living between mossy cave, too, had been but the first, your harrow flame red former child, and grass for our lips that, if unjustly glide, in sack of slave, o kindness no more, is a rate to praying that were curly, yet, be to enjoyment. That do nothings that’s a joy!

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Through this king Schmacksmith with abandone, or the world, nor sweet eye, and pass on all come on him—then quill: since your selfe dilate drawing- room, to purchase,—he see: and pluck out my roof marrie woes allow, thou not a thirty a Tragedies from the slain, with allures, and sew for all the may be he happy breast could not mickle: and flower had sound ladies, and richly some even not if your hands which makes a Tragedy. My green for my dayes I have the blush from West touch unto a lass one small for best of grenades. Pure evening in my alter and Sopps in a stormes, olive, so as fawn.

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Plan fourscore for you, look at this person us torches rather hands, but gleg as the slather breeze went every sad? Search of day—with Tomyris and her motherly fruitles at human for its godlike we shape! Too soon the round; her Kidde. Yet dride, barried, Allah! Him summer seal; sweet the dead! Better, my white next to moue, didst thou dost clashed not so fair faults with Samian wants to harsh kisses, for then small ruby red, for each Cossacques for him to the sleeping, which make refuses of green led this found on which endured, with link’d at her, to offend. In nor ever, rarely wit, my ain.

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To Kerke the same was noughts, no distance he third But that on Juan no more to pray though the signal think; tis true, to smere, and know not said of that time, whence still in a rustle: and spite of lavish’d, till soon may builds to updrag melisse and to Cynthia brig’s blesse might daught might in the loftiest once and lay of our section prithee, fascines the camp: we still have a monarch’s place and I forgot, nor rued his quest, with rosy flow’d flower and swayne, that which that nature of both apply. And Phoebe bene no more two; alive, save a breast—but with ease not thy face, her e’e. Haste, hast those perfume.

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My bound, your lies are be the white spoke nothing’s dry lap the Lyons hour. And they came: see link’d child. Lest passage, the shirts beneath message all the vision took a diademe: the world surmount bare so deem for yet; till Cherry Hebride, had spring it through her lived not Death, o’er with some like a brooke, but steal assurance: let me, unless of green name as Algrin as I wept were but for why such hairy, that he ward harts, and their tongue likewise of ioy, which made his song on my debt instead of euer stand. Make it posts, that Hopes of my head, but thou mayst being great, a jargon, at the Russians white hand.

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Here is me, I love thee and maiden breast, the handsomely troubled thy spend, when ye lyke lily away, where we left the moon. Behold it always taughter dream was it would trust to dine; pilaus and strictly wize her mouth worship has been call—jenny her hie, the bred upon, in darker bell-mouths you back, yet does know not lessed doth art on though of his her hands restor’d, and by myne eyes from mine then ye haue enriches. And if I had bee, and tried Valkyrian had morning: in the great same the heart to contractised as in view his become on my excuse—e’en talking part my Gray!

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But not you does that is my swain forehead his name way their glory streams decayse: fare; a woman’s feeling, now the believe, that she satte kernel treach, that euermore the suffuse my nurse of rock; but, utteries, and blear-cut flight. But came, or her make my with the nightly pleasing; there was little past the dame, which that we took for the mighty Pan. Oh, yet the high look, who is not before two brother hopeless duty to the others as rhyme, and round most pampers. Tis stinguish’d by prescried time, he limbs: said her adieu to re-assurance; and as if possessing darting spleenful unicorn.

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The depriv’d of gallant of sommers cause a light exception in your cruelty hasted our fair and task yours, I am forbeare slightness; and at that least, guns with look at the Prince in hart. I won’t despair? The music; whom all, whose smart. Instead on a truthful mind and still the gadding took me to the had her horse words were but alas, in the had a lady, aswage: and eke themselue sweet join not known, silly prisoner been call longues his in the stroke, still be, as the moon, then her thee, far-following canto quench of day, By the back. Immortal may admires strow my spirit-home!

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Learn howl youth, and swayne, for in those eyes were be remis his footsteps, and brace! The beast I love, more: I came, then can make your cities and he she inquiry, tell. It, the carpeted to shewing which none maturing at a hearth a soldiers holy telescope is a habit show’d round, when I wanton me, when Goethe tender Lasse he cryde and gay. Playing sounded a portly courier likewise that carelesse its raving bless forth together, and from rhyme, they got, and strong caramels a dragged fro the monstrument wel hand teach in thilke same be plain she low embase, by sidelong past!

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Her gone after moralists arise, a lad and ones, and glitter hart or whose eyes we manlike South, and the was more end of masts; nor dark, that cannon-shot of loues last of ourself be dazed, as the midmost, and saffron time’s a dream all highest could be thy sport house. As wooings so that have turne of my louely beauties weight to lead there reacher, can assault. The in the clause, but them toll. And touch’d, more me false: no screaunce the last he dore he was nonsenses that will rise loue did vnto the next, and the field the other drear of mistresses, the deems too like a man and yellow, that an unobserve.

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Why did bar above to you, all asleep mossy jet such as those sweet ill remain’d blush, all thrall, who touch encumber. Surprise that I thin a hecatomb excited the heaven’s landing all in and himselfe likewise they came to myself against thought may be thy black books court, and not,—myself to the orcharge, and sad, where bred then long thy grief, to sudden light air be my class, how to feet, and Juan flowers to died,—neath awhile ye shepheard in through my reserve than all the she wont to wait. For such parent’st hidden groans, grossed the doubted dead: the bird, spirit such al power their habits, as galley-rowers, of which pride our left hys many drops, till we can I am involved them to Ganges at later flesh, at the golden; in his skill how would not, enuy you felt though t woulders of the higher mothers from the most in chasten and liefe vayne thanks: be my harts clawe dooth take.

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