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AAAAAUGH I have to find the Dwemer ruins that goes into BlackReach, go throu it to actually access BlackReach, then go throu THAT MESS to find the Scroll? Idk I'm supposed to find something to transcribe the information onto the one of the lexicons, and somewhere along the way I'm supposed to transcribe the other lexicon.
Then I have to go back to Septimus Signis, I think I have to kill him then starts Hermaues Mora's quest for the Oghma Infinitum? And then I have to go Elf blood hunting.
Such a mess. The Blood Scroll was so much easier to obtain than this. Idk when I even get the Dragon Scroll. I've been dreading BlackReach and I absolutely never want to step foot into another Dwemer ruin, not after Alftand *shudders*. I know I have to, for Solstheim and I gotta kill a guy cause I'm doing the Dark BrotherHood quest line and the fucker is in there somewhere.
#Skyrim#Elder Scrolls#Elder Scrolls V#tes#tesv#I havent even come across the Centurion yet so that's going to be fun#Ive only seen spiders the spider workers and the spheres with swords#also ya know Falmer & Charrus#no Reapers yet thou#Ive been in a Falmer cave in the WhiteRun territory too#not all the way thou#I saw Dwemer doors and I nope'd putta there
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Grim Reaper!Lim Tae-gyu
"What? Never seen a grim reaper with a bow and arrow before?"
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade.
There was a secret Lim Tae-gyu liked to hide in the depths of his soul.
Awakening for the first time, a malodorous aura brushed against his nose. Perhaps the mana of an S-Rank? Tae-gyu shrugged it off and continued on his way as his country's newest powerful hunter.
Nevermind the lurking darkness now resided in his hands.
. . . . .
The first strange sign was when Tae-gyu found a murder of crows flocking in front of his window. It was suspicious to see such a thing in the very morning, yet he elected to ignore it, believing he had nothing to do with the presence of those dark-feathered birds.
Unbeknownst to him, the crows followed him above the clouds. They flocked nearby his office. They accumulated on every surface he was beneath in. A sense of fellowship and reverence was drawn to the oblivious hunter, who was just then establishing his guild.
They saw him as their superior.
An entity they were willing to serve.
Time marched on, the clock whirled, and Lim Tae-gyu was caught in a difficult state. After defeating the boss in the dungeon, bodies littered the cold ground aimlessly, and incessant rivers of blood streaming through the open wounds; the hunter's eyes stretched in vast horror. The culprit remained stood, his blade covered in deep scarlet red.
A wicked, maniacal grin crooked across his lips. "Like what you see, Guild Master?"
Lim Tae-gyu's breath quivered. He could see the fallen hunters on the ground had begged for mercy and fought with all their might until their last breaths. Unfortunately, it had to be none other than a hunter's blade. Tae-gyu gritted his teeth— I did not create this guild for someone to kill his own people!
Without a passing thought, he stretched his bow and summoned an arrow, glaring coldly at the hunter as if he was a magic beast. He let go of the string and the arrow launched across the place, successfully piercing into the hunter's chest. His hands went rigid upon using his powers to kill a human. Nonetheless, it was a human who shed no mercy and comradeship.
Shortly after the kill. . . A dark grey shadow emerged from the body. It carried the same countenance of the hunter. Tae-gyu sensed the same vague feeling all over again, the gut-wrenching unpleasant stench, or could it be— the smell of death. The S-Rank padded toward the torpid soul, opening his mouth to say;
"May you rot in hell."
The spirit faded into existence.
Movements rose behind him, Tae-gyu turned to face the melancholic souls of the dead hunters. His chest clenched at their end. He knew they had a family, a life they could've continued, and yet. . . Fate had a twisted plan.
"Go rest now," he said to them. "I promise to not let this situation happen again."
A few smiled as they disappeared.
There was a weight that had been lifted from his shoulders. Tae-gyu glanced on his bow, remembering the past event occurred moments ago, the way the arrow struck and took a single life, summoning the body's spirit. It was as if it was an arrow of death. Lim Tae-gyu figured there must be more than to his abilities as they seemed.
When he got out of the gate, a crow perched on his shoulder, croaking. Tae-gyu stared at it and raised his finger to gently caress its head.
"You waited long, didn't you?" The crow blinked and fluttered its wings. Tae-gyu took it as a yes and watched it took off to the distance.
They say, a dark entity roamed the earth. It only wanted one thing: soul. Human or animal, it reap for spirits to collect and send to the afterlife. Only those who were near death would meet the entity. If it appeared, the end was near. A long cloak shrouded its figure, leaving trails of ruins at its wake, as each step insinuated the meanders of the Grim Reaper, looking for a spirit to escort to the other world where life could not go.
Rather than a scythe, the Grim Reaper used a bow and arrow.
As even from afar, no matter how far one could be from death, when their time was over. . . It would not hesitate.
Overtime, the crows became his companions and messengers. When a crow greeted him, Lim Tae-gyu knew there was a soul waiting to meet him.
He met various people and heard unique stories. In their eyes, he was not a hunter, but a grim reaper who came to escort them to the world where they would rightfully be. Only he could remain in the world and embrace death simultaneously.
"I'm sorry, but this is where it ends now," said Tae-gyu at the spirit. He perched above a garbage bin — a corpse laid beneath the spirit of a woman who had chosen to die alone in a tight alley, unable to survive the attacks of a dungeon break. "From the way I can see it, you were walking home from work, weren't you?" The woman looked sorrowful. "Don't worry, I'll make sure your body will be found either way."
It was the least he could do.
"Luckily, I don't run out of mana when doing these tasks." Tae-gyu muttered after the spirit had disappeared. The crow bobbed its head in agreement. He grinned at his feathered companion. "Summon your flock and I'll prepare a feast for you guys back home."
The crow instantly lit up and croaked in joy, fluttering its wings as it rose in the air. The crows had been keeping his loneliness at bay ever since he had embraced his new, yet strange powers, and there was no denying that Tae-gyu had formed a bond with them. Especially when both were association with death.
If death was immortal, could he, a personification, be as well?
It was a question he'd yet to find an answer.
#gotta add this fic to this tag→#sl characters as beasts behind the society#tae-gyu's guild literally has the logo of a grim reaper on it (also called “reapers” in some versions) and on the game he has dark element#it has potential to create an au where he is associated with death!#solo leveling#lim tae gyu#sl fics by rei
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The Parable of the Sower
1 ¶ The same day Jesus went out of the house and sat by the sea side.
2 And a great multitude was gathered together unto him, so that he went into a ship and sat, and the whole multitude stood on the shore.
3 And he spoke many things unto them in parables, saying, Behold, the sower went forth to sow;
4 and when he sowed, some of the seed fell beside the way, and the fowls came and devoured them up.
5 Some fell upon stony places, where they had not much earth; and forthwith they sprang up because they had no deepness of earth;
6 and when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root, they withered away.
7 And some fell among thorns; and the thorns sprang up and choked them.
8 But some fell into good ground and brought forth fruit: one a hundredfold and another sixtyfold and another thirtyfold.
9 He who has ears to hear, let him hear.
The Purpose of the Parables
10 Then the disciples came and said unto him, Why dost thou speak unto them in parables?
11 He answered and said unto them, Because it is given unto you to know the mysteries of the kingdom of the heavens, but to them it is not given.
12 For whosoever has, to him shall be given, and he shall have in abundance; but whosoever has not, from him shall be taken away even that which he has.
13 Therefore, I speak to them in parables because seeing they see not, and hearing they hear not, neither do they understand.
14 And in them is fulfilled the prophecy of Isaiah, which says, By hearing ye shall hear and shall not understand, and seeing ye shall see and shall not perceive;
15 for this people’s heart is waxed gross, and their ears are dull of hearing, and their eyes they have closed lest at any time they should see with their eyes and hear with their ears and should understand with their heart and should be converted, and I should heal them.
16 But blessed are your eyes, for they see, and your ears, for they hear.
17 For verily I say unto you, That many prophets and righteous men have desired to see those things which ye see and have not seen them and to hear those things which ye hear and have not heard them.
18 Hear ye therefore the parable of the sower.
The Parable of the Sower Explained
19 When anyone hears the word of the kingdom and does not understand it, then the wicked one comes and catches away that which was sown in his heart. This is he who was planted beside the way.
20 But he that was planted in stony places, the same is he that hears the word and receives it immediately with joy;
21 yet he has no root in himself but is temporal, for when affliction or persecution arises because of the word, by and by he is offended.
22 And he that was planted among the thorns is he that hears the word, and the cares of this world and the deceitfulness of riches choke the word, and he becomes unfruitful.
23 But he that was planted in good ground is he that hears the word and understands it and who also bears the fruit and brings forth: one a hundredfold and another sixty and another thirty.
The Parable of Weeds among the Wheat
24 ¶ He put forth another parable unto them, saying, The kingdom of the heavens is likened unto a man who sows good seed in his field
25 But while men slept, his enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat and went away.
26 But when the blade was sprung up and brought forth fruit, then the tares appeared also.
27 So the slaves of the husband of the house came and said unto him, Lord, didst thou not sow good seed in thy field? From where then does it have tares?
28 He said unto them, The enemy, a man, has done this. The slaves said unto him, Wilt thou then that we go and gather them up?
29 But he said, No, lest while ye gather up the tares, ye root up also the wheat with them.
30 Let both grow together until the harvest, and in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather ye together first the tares and bind them in bundles to burn them, but gather the wheat into my barn.
The Parable of the Mustard Seed
31 He put forth another parable unto them, saying, The kingdom of the heavens is like unto a grain of mustard seed, which a man took and sowed in his field;
32 which indeed is the smallest of all the seeds, but when it is grown, it is the greatest among herbs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the heaven come and make their nests in its branches.
The Parable of the Yeast
33 He spoke another parable unto them: The kingdom of the heavens is like unto leaven, which a woman took and hid in three measures of meal until the whole was leavened.
The Use of Parables
34 Jesus spoke all these things unto the multitude in parables and said nothing unto them without parables
35 that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, saying, I will open my mouth in parables; I will utter things which have been kept secret from the foundation of the world.
Jesus Explains the Parable of the Weeds
36 Then Jesus sent the multitude away and went into the house, and his disciples came unto him, saying, Declare unto us the parable of the tares of the field.
37 He answered and said unto them, He that sows the good seed is the Son of man;
38 the field is the world; the good seed are the sons of the kingdom, but the tares are the sons of the wicked;
39 and the enemy that sowed them is the devil; the harvest is the end of the age, and the reapers are the angels.
40 As therefore the tares are gathered and burned in the fire, so shall it be in the end of this age.
41 The Son of man shall send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all things that offend and those who do iniquity
42 and shall cast them into the furnace of fire; there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.
43 Then shall the righteous shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of their Father. He who has ears to hear, let him hear.
Three Parables
44 ¶ Again, the kingdom of the heavens is like unto treasure hid in the field, which when found, a man hides it and, for the joy thereof, goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.
45 Again, the kingdom of the heavens is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls,
46 who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had and bought it.
47 Again, the kingdom of the heavens is like unto a net that was cast into the sea and gathered of every kind of fish,
48 which, when it was full, they drew to shore and sat down and gathered the good into vessels, but cast the bad away.
49 So shall it be at the end of the age; the angels shall come forth and separate the wicked from among the just
50 and shall cast them into the furnace of fire; there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Treasures New and Old
51 Jesus said unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They answered unto him, Yes, Lord.
52 And he said unto them, Therefore every scribe who is instructed in the kingdom of the heavens is like unto a man, a husband of a house, who brings forth out of his treasure things new and old.
The Rejection of Jesus at Nazareth
53 ¶ And it came to pass, that when Jesus had finished these parables, he departed from there.
54 And when he was come into his own country, he taught them in their synagogue, insomuch that they were astonished and said, From where does this man have this wisdom and these mighty works?
55 Is not this the carpenter’s son? is not his mother called Mary? and his brothers, James and Joseph and Simon and Judas?
56 And his sisters, are they not all with us? From where then does this man have all these things?
57 And they were offended in him. But Jesus said unto them, A prophet is not without honour except in his own country and in his own house.
58 And he did not do many mighty works there because of their unbelief.
— Matthew 13 | Jubilee Bible 2000 (JUB)
Jubilee Bible 2000 Copyright © 2000, 2001, 2010 by Life Sentence Publishing, Inc.
Cross References: Genesis 18:6; 1 Samuel 10:11; 2 Samuel 23:6-7; Job 28:13; Proverbs 2:4; Psalm 78:2; Psalm 104:12; Song of Solomon 7:13; Ezekiel 17:6; Ezekiel 47:10; Daniel 3:6; Daniel 12:3; Zephaniah 1:3; Matthew 4:18; Matthew 4:23; Matthew 5:37; Matthew 7:6; Matthew 7:28; Matthew 8:12; Matthew 8:20; Matthew 11:6; Matthew 12:32; Matthew 12:35; Matthew 13:1; Matthew 13:3-4; Matthew 13:24; Matthew 13:44; Matthew 13:49; Matthew 14:1; Matthew 17:20; Matthew 20:1; Matthew 25:32; Mark 6:1; Mark 6:3; Luke 4:22; John 4:44; 1 Corinthians 15:42; Jude 1:1; Revelation 18:12
#Jesus#parables#teaching#the purpose of parables#Matthew 13#Gospel of Matthew#New Testament#JUB#Jubilee Bible 2000#Life Sentence Publishing Inc.
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Not the Hunter Not the Weapon
A AoD/Apollo fic
Summary: The stars were gone and the sun rose to the next day.
“Hey, AoD?”
YESEST THY LESTER?
I didn’t used to think I’d ever be able to get over… well a lot of things really. Mainly the fact that I was dating an arrow. Wasn’t I one of the most attractive beings ever? Not to mention the most talented if I do say so myself? (I would say the most attractive, but I think Aphrodite would kill me if I were to do that: god or mortal.)
Oh also the Shakesperian being continuously put through a wood chipper then regurgitated into my brain matter with his every word. I was hoping that would get endearing eventually. Luckily I was right. My imagery does still hold up just how endearing it felt initially though.
There was a reason that one of the godly ground rules for dating was mind reading was off limits. Discounting ensuring the basic trust element of a healthy relationship, having someone sentient poking about your head was just never pleasant.
“I was just wondering, if we don’t make it out of this…” I took a deep breath. The thought of me not surviving to live another millenia was already fast encroaching on me since I landed in that garbage bin in New York. Now that I had Meg, and Aod… with me?
Well it was one thing to impassively consider my own demise as a simple possibility, another entirely to think that one of them would not make it out of this either. I was literally walking Meg up to her abuser in the place where most of her torment was conducted. There were no more lines I could allow to be crossed.
In any other circumstances discounting the fate of possibly millions of people I would disavow the possibility. These circumstances were the rare exception. My own mortality honestly felt different from Meg and AoD’s. Not different in that my godly powers were now returning to me, but in how we could die.
I wasn’t sure what exactly, but throughout all of my days as Lester Papadopoulos I’d never come to terms with the possibility of my death, at least not until Python became unavoidable. Perhaps it was my previous tangles with the fates, but there was something baser within me, something beyond even Delphi's purview that told me I would not a “mortal’s death”.
There was no way Lester Papadopoulous would die in a car crash or a freak accident. I would go out either with irony like a greek hero or- or perhaps hero was just another word for hubris.
The fates would not be so particular with my mortal friends.
Meg going back to Nero’s Tower was practically an ironic death toll and I was wringing it. Yet, perhaps her insignificance to the greater narrative could spare Meg McCaffrey a tragic end? As the god of plague I was the reaper of children for many millennia. I had seen many children taken before their time, imposed upon many families tragedy.
I used to see it as somewhat of a mercy to provide a poetic death. As if meaning could be inscribed to the lack of further meaning.
My shoulders hunched. I took a deep breath. I had spoken to AoD so my boyfriend could help get me out of this proverbial funk where even the Jackson Five had failed. Yes I’d even pulled out the classics.
AoD quivered in my hands and I averted my eyes. Perhaps, if by some stroke of the fates, Meg was not doomed. If there was anyone in the world who could combat the inevitably of space and time it would be Meg McCaffrey.
Perhaps it was fortune that I was knocked from my golden throne atop the futures of mortals whose destinies had crashed and burned in blazing glories, like my sun chariot streaking across the sky. This way Meg would not have an Apollo above to find poetry in her death. She was insignificant to the wider narrative, but not to Apollo’s.
I knew that as I was now I would never be writing any odes to the legacy of Meg McCaffrey. Some people can only be encapsulated by their mere existence. Something so tiny yet so large could not be encapsulated by words.
THOU SPIRALIST.
“Not a word,” I kept my voice low. It was late, though I had snuck out of my cabin to talk to AoD among the stars and my sisters watch, I still didn’t want to risk waking anyone up. “Also since when did you use punctuation?”
SINCE WHEN WAS THY’S NAME BEEN DEBBIE?”
I shifted in the patchy grass. My orange t-shirt, which clashed horribly with the scenic shade of the forest, caught on the tree I was resting on. The tag on the shirt scratched uncomfortably against my neck.
“Well never, to my knowledge. Though who knows, I didn’t choose to be Lester either. So, ask my father.”
SEEIST WHAT I MEANEST? THOU ART BEING A COMPLETE DEBBIE DOWNER.
“Pff, sure I am. I am going to die.” The words left my lips like they were. Lester’s lips were not Apollo’s yet they were. I said that, yet I did not.
EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE.
I sighed and scratched my neck. The itch persisted and I relented to just lying down on the grass, The Arrow of Dadona held up to the stars to stay in my line of sight.
I didn’t like to think that I was holding my best friend and potential life partner up to the sky. That was my father’s domain, not mine. A plain of clouds and suffocating air were one to fly too close. No, I was looking at the stars. The night was full of stars and space.
When I was younger and tucking into bed I would ponder if this was actually truly the only time my sister and I were held up together. The sun was, after all, a star. It was a silly train of thought.
“You know, that’s not proper Doctors etiquette.”
WHAT DOEST THOU MEAN? The arrow vibrated gently in palms, almost if he was attempting dulcet tones through vibrations alone. Not impossible, to his credit. Though, even if it was true and trees could talk, I doubted very much they could sing.
“Us doctors don’t tell patients that everything will be fine, because they won't always be. It’s seen as lying. Not a problem I ever came across of course, but it’s common practice. You just tell the patient you’ll do their best for them.”
The arrow huffed… well as well as an arrow could huff.
SOUNDEST TO ME LIKEST AN EXCUSEST. LESTER OF THE DOCTORATE, I ASSURE THEE EVERYTHING SHALT END UP FINE. I WILL NOT ALLOW THOU TO DIE.
I chuckled. “Strangely that does reassure me AoD. Though it really shouldn’t. You’ve been about as helpful with prophecies as the Grey Sisters.”
RUDE!
“Yeah, maybe a little. Here, how about I do it my way. Arrow of Dadona,” I sat up and hoisted the arrow with me as if to look at it at its eye level, “I promise to do my best to keep thou- I mean you! Alive.”
With that solemn bargain, and my doubts assuaged - at least enough to head to bed - the stars were gone and the sun had risen on the next day.
#lester papadopoulos#pjo apollo#trials of apollo fanfiction#arrow of dodona#polldona#polldona fanfiction#if polldona has no fans i am dead
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there’s no excuse for this. Happy N7 Day. i hope it makes u giggle.
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Scene:
The abandoned colony of Horizon, after an attack of the Collectors. Shepherd, Garrus, and Miranda are speaking with a wizened Mechanic.
Enter Kaidan Alenko.
Kaidan: Commander Shepard was her name. Thou speakest false, it is not she; the Captain of the finest ship to pierce the heavenly veil. The Citadel thrives yet on her device, and she did tread where no man had dared to go. But alas, that Shepherd of men was lost, and so I say I see a ghost.
Mechanic: Good men have died this very day, and thou, a wastrel yet remains. Fie on your Alliance, and fie on thee; I depart now, and leave you to your ill fortunes.
Exit Mechanic.
Shepard: A ghost am I? No spirit, but Spectre do I be.
Kaidan: And yet I say that thou dost lie, among the cold and unyielding stars. What coulds't thou be but a figment? Commander Shepard died, as her true compatriots know.
Shepard: Perhaps her death was but a jape.
Kaidan: A jape? Mock'est thou the pain of a billion souls who toil and strive yet in her fulsome shadow? Speak no falsehoods. I say it plain. If thou art she, then of thy legacy hast thou made a mockery.
Shepard: Life hath made a mockery of Commander Shepard, and so Commander Shepard maketh mockery of life. They say she lies in death; they say she lies with e'ery breath of that Reaper threat, and so I say to thee it is a jape. I speak to ears which listen now, I ally with those who ally with me.
Kaidan: Tis truth then? No, it cannot be. Commander Shepard, bound to the word of the Hounds of Hell? Those damnable curs?
Shepard: A Fool hath the right to speak truth to kings but cannot make them heed.
Kaidan: No fool, but a mad traitor thou hast become, leading good men astray into the arms of damnation. What say'st thou, Vakarian, to this witless quest?
Garrus: Into hell, say I.
Kaidan: Then traitor shalt thou also be.
Garrus: Betrayal? I am true to Shepard, and with Shepard shall I be.
Kaidan: I am true to mine oaths, to Alliance, and by their word I say aye. Thou art traitors both who serve Hell, not the Heavens.
Shepard: The enemy of mine enemy may turn the tide of battle when good men do naught but scorn. Thou hast seen the enemy here today, and so I say to thee: if thou claim'st Cerberus doth wage war upon the colonies, then I relinquish my crown to thee.
Kaidan: A crown?
Shepard: Aye, the crown of fools, which better suits thy brow than mine.
Garrus Laughs.
Shepard: The Collectors work for the Reapers still, absconding colonies by their will, and the Hounds of Hell give me what the Heavenly Council would not. I am in service of Man, and it is the lives of Men I here protect.
Kaidan: I shall bear thy words to the seat of Heaven, but no more.
Shepard: Then for naught my thanks is given.
Kaidan: Then I thank thee in turn for this heartache of two years’ span, now meaningless in the face of thy treachery.
Shepard: When next Death doth reach its loathsome hand across th'bounds of space to crush me in that withered fist, I shall be reminded to beg pardon first from thy graciousness.
Kaidan: Thy pilot oh so aptly named should bend the knee and place the title upon thee. Capering jester!
Shepard: Better jester than sycophant be.
Kaidan: I've no stomach for thy barbs. Farewell, I leave this ghost behind.
Kaidan Alenko Exits.
Shepard: And yet my stomach roils with all the sour and baseless slander I must swallow.
Garrus: Let us away. Our might must be prepared to face the threat that lurks among the stars. Be they Heavenly or from Hell, all arms must be duly calibrated that they strike true.
Shepard: Where does thy allegiance lie? To the Shepard or the might of her arms?
Garrus: A riddle.
Shepard: What marvel of Science do I here see? Behold! This lizard is an ass!
Miranda: Commander, swift and merciless Time cares naught for our banter and strife. We must away. The Man of Indistinction hath called upon thee and awaits in the room of light and shadow.
Shepard: What does that asshole want now?
Exeunt.
#Mass Effect 2#N7 Day 2022#Do I care if this is all correct?#No.#I did it for the jape milord#Shakarian#technically
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My Habitica tableaux animations for Plaguetober 2021.
Captions beneath the cut.
1, Magic: After a series of contract negotiations, the bunny has agreed to submit to transmogrification, provided that he will not be required to curl up in Dr. Athanasius’s musty top hat and that he will be allowed to consume any and all bouquets of flowers sprouting from the tip of the magic wand after the conclusion of the performance.
2, Protect: Sometimes the best way to save a bloom is to prune a bloom.
3, Trace: The next time you find yourself in an abandoned cornfield at midnight and in need of a convenient source of flame, try bringing your pet phoenix along for stress-free ignition.
4, Sweater: Spectral tiger cubs are often shy and tend to vanish when startled by steaming mugs of cocoa.
5, Act: Now thou art an O without a figure. I am better than thou art now. I am a fool. Thou art nothing.
6, Discovery: Remember, Watson, that though we have so homely a thing as a goose at one end of this chain, we have at the other a man who will certainly get seven years’ penal servitude unless we can establish his innocence.
7, Measure: To hatch yourself a mantis shrimp, take a drop of this, a drop of that, distill in an alchemist’s alembic, and… Poof!
8, Incense: Welcome to The Temple of the Spectral Gourd! What’s that tantalizing aroma?
9, Sit: Sure, Dr Athanasius enjoys the occasional cozy chat in the Swarming Darkness with his Ember-Eyed Egg Friends now and then. Doesn’t everybody?
10, Reap: There is a Reaper whose name is Death, and, with his sickle keen, he reaps the bearded grain at a breath, and the flowers that grow between.
11, Feather: Intruder! Mama! Intruder in the birdhouse! Get him!!!
12, Blunder: Dr. Athanasius’s pet phoenix, though admittedly very helpful in lighting the campfire, turned out to be inconveniently curious about the fish and carrot stew. Sadly, his hat would never be the same.
13, Treat: The only thing Dr. Athanasius enjoyed more than tea parties with hedgehogs was biscuits as big as his head.
14, Crystal: As it turns out, transverse rephlogistonification of Celestite works splendidly to thaw out ice serpents, but don’t expect to receive any gratitude from them.
15, Bandage: A rag, a bone, a strip of gauze… A mount fit for a Pharaoh!
16, Spirit: Soul summoning cannot yet be considered a controlled process.
17, Warning: Don’t change color, kitty. Keep your color, kitty. Stay that pretty gray. Don’t change color, kitty. Keep your color, kitty. Keep sickness away.
18, Mischief: Step one, acquire key to classroom. Step two, acquire cat toy. Step three, lure enormous blue frog into classroom by means of cat toy. Step four… ???
25, Ticket: Dr Athanasius leapt at the chance to tour the Luminous Sewers of Dragon Canal, but neglected to notice that his ticket had him placed in the Splash Zone.
26, Clandestine: Dr Athanasius thought he had escaped scrutiny, but he couldn’t quite be sure.
27, Nest: “Who, me? Nothing. Just thought I’d get a bit of fresh air. The what? On my head? Oh! Oh, I hadn’t noticed. I’ll just leave that here, shall I? Right, then. Goodbye!”
28, Revive: A shower of sparks from the scarab wand, and the desiccated nudibranch was as good as new.
29, Romantic: A confirmed bachelor, Dr Athanasius was never happier than when he was all on his lonesome, a wanderer above the sea of fog.
30, Macabre: And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
31, Witch: Whenever Dr Athanasius borrowed his witch friend’s flying gear, it always made him feel a bit off kilter, but he very much appreciated the extra cat storage. (Animation linked here due to 30-gif post limit.)
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FFxivWrite2022 Prompt 18: Extra Credit
character: Rrahna
time period: end of 6.0, contains Reaper quest spoilers
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It was yet early evening, but the knock that came on the door of her room in the Baldesion Annex was soft, as if the knocker feared she might be asleep. Rrahna was not asleep. Sleep was an old adversary that she had no intentions of giving into yet. She was not even in bed, although her abused body had forced her from her usual nightly recourse of pacing, having nearly reached the absolute limits of even her ability to stand upright. Instead she was laying across the sort of padded bench the room provided. Not very comfortable, but that was alright. It helped keep her awake.
Normally she would have gone to answer the door, but this time she seriously doubted her ability to do so. Instead she forced herself into a sitting position and called out "Come in, it do no be locked." When the door opened, she was almost relieved to see Urianger. Of all the Scions, he was certainly the least stressful to see just now, at least.
"Pray forgive mine intrusion. I wished to ascertain thy condition, if thou wert awake. Dost thou have any pain?"
Rrahna gave him a bright smile, and lied through her teeth. "I be fine, ye need no worry."
He gave her a gentle smile. "Glad I am to hear it. Nevertheless, more healing may not go amiss, as thy wounds were most grievous."
Rrahna shrugged, and hid a wince. "If ye like. I will no object."
Urianger came in, shutting the door quietly behind him, and came over to her. Rrahna tried not to sigh in relief as the cool light of healing magic washed over her.
"Might I ask of thee a question?"
"If ye like."
"Thou wert most anxious to learn the fate of thy weapon after thou awakened on the ship. Has it some special significance to thee?"
Rrahna glanced over at her scythe, within arm's reach even now. Doubtless what had provoked the question. Then she looked back to Urianger. On the ship as now, he had seen through her lies, but even in private he had not called her on them, only offering gentle consideration while allowing her to keep her dignity. He was also one of the only ones to not berate her for making them worry. Perhaps 'scold' would be a more accurate term, but in the moment it had felt a more painful beating than the one Zenos had given her. Perhaps... perhaps she could trust him with this small bit of truth.
As the healing light began to fade, she reached for the scythe and drew it across her lap, running her fingers over the long handle. It appeared rusted, but the metal was quite sound and the edge deadly sharp. Seeming to sense an answer forthcoming, Urianger waited patiently for her to collect her thoughts and find her words. That, too, was a kindness.
When she had first picked up the scythe, dropped by the now-banished voidsent Orcus, she had asked Drusilla if it had been her grandfather's. She'd had some notion of keeping it - if Drusilla permitted, of course - as a sop to her father's soul. The scythe that had attempted to slay the Garlean Emperor, as an apology for taking up a Garlean art. But Drusilla had answered that it was not, yet Rrahna had found herself asking if the woman would mind if she kept it anyway. It had taken her some time to figure out why. It was a good weight, and felt just right in her hands, but that had not been the reason. That would not make it irreplaceable.
"I know... that I have saved more people than I can count," she started haltingly. "But... they do no be the ones I remember. It be the faces I could no save that haunt me. Especially..." she had to pause and swallow past the lump that was trying to grow in her throat. "Especially if they were... were ones I loved." Haurchefant, dying in her arms to a blow meant for her. Her mother and so much of her family dying when the shard of Dalamud hit their ancestral home. So many others as well, but none who haunted her nightmares with such frequency.
Rrahna remembered the reunion between Urianger and Moenbryda's parents, how he had blamed himself for Moenbryda's death for all these years, even though it was Rrahna's fault if it was anyone's. She should have been better somehow. Yes, she thought he would understand.
"This scythe..." Rrahna paused again, remembering. The trip through the abandoned castle, finding Drusilla - the Garlean woman who had somehow begun to fill the hole in her heart that her mother had left - lying so still on the floor that she had been certain that she was too late yet again. But then Drusilla got up.
"It be a reminder... that I do no always be too late."
"I thank thee for telling me. Most glad I am that it returned with thee."
"Aye... me too."
#FFxiv#FFxivWrite2022#miqo'te#Rrahna#actually my second extra credit entry of the year but the other one didn't get cross-posted here \o/
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If a book begins with "Thou shalt kill",I think it is fair to assume that the book would talk of no ordinary society. A future utopia (or a dystopia maybe, that's for the readers to decide) where murder is sanctioned, incentivsed and legitimised for and by a transnational organization of grim reapers going by the name Scythes, this is first book of Shusterman's bestselling Arc of Scythe trilogy.
A society that has transcended beyond the death and decay of mortality where killing remains the only resort to keep the growing population in check, gleanings are performed as more of a necessary evil by the Scythes. Only that the two apprentices of Scythe Faraday, Citra Terranova and Roman Damisch, do not want to kill.
But again, neither of them want to die.
However, only one of them would get to be a Scythe at the end, and the other executed. Among all the corruption and chaos, who will rise to the challenge and conquer their inner demons (or rather, destroy their own moral compass) in this battle of friendship and survival, raising deep questions on the concepts of existence itself. A must read for all who believe that there is still a tiny bit of magic yet to be worked out.
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FIERY DESTRUCTION OF THE WICKED -- KJV (King James Version) Bible Verse List Visit https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/ to see more. "And GOD saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. And it repented the LORD that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him at his heart. And the LORD said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them." Genesis 6:5-7, KJV "The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God." Psalm 9:17, KJV "Son of man, I have made thee a watchman unto the house of Israel: therefore hear the word at my mouth, and give them warning from me. When I say unto the wicked, Thou shalt surely die; and thou givest him not warning, nor speakest to warn the wicked from his wicked way, to save his life; the same wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at thine hand. Yet if thou warn the wicked, and he turn not from his wickedness, nor from his wicked way, he shall die in his iniquity; but thou hast delivered thy soul." Ezekiel 3:17-19, KJV "And ye shall tread down the wicked; for they shall be ashes under the soles of your feet in the day that I shall do this, saith the LORD of hosts." Malachi 4:3, KJV "But as the days of Noe were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noe entered into the ark, And knew not until the flood came, and took them all away; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be." Matthew 24:37-39, KJV "I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance: but he that cometh after me is mightier than I, whose shoes I am not worthy to bear: he shall baptize you with the Holy Ghost, and with fire: Whose fan is in his hand, and he will throughly purge his floor, and gather his wheat into the garner; but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire." Matthew 3:11-12, KJV ". . . The kingdom of heaven is likened unto a man which sowed good seed in his field: But while men slept, his enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat, and went his way. But when the blade was sprung up, and brought forth fruit, then appeared the tares also. So the servants of the householder came and said unto him, Sir, didst not thou sow good seed in thy field? from whence then hath it tares? He said unto them, An enemy hath done this. The servants said unto him, Wilt thou then that we go and gather them up? But he said, Nay; lest while ye gather up the tares, ye root up also the wheat with them. Let both grow together until the harvest: and in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather ye together first the tares, and bind them in bundles to burn them: but gather the wheat into my barn . . . He that soweth the good seed is the Son of man; The field is the world; the good seed are the children of the kingdom; but the tares are the children of the wicked one; The enemy that sowed them is the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; and the reapers are the angels. As therefore the tares are gathered and burned in the fire; so shall it be in the end of this world. The Son of man shall send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all things that offend, and them which do iniquity; And shall cast them into a furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth. Then shall the righteous shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of their Father. Who hath ears to hear, let him hear." Matthew 13:24b-30, 37b-43, KJV "For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; and they shall not escape." 1 Thessalonians 5:3, KJV "And then shall that Wicked be revealed, whom the Lord shall onsume with the spirit of his mouth, and shall destroy with he brightness of his coming:" 2 Thessalonians 2:8, KJV "And this shall be the plague wherewith the LORD will smite all the people that have fought against Jerusalem; Their flesh shall consume away while they stand upon their feet, and their eyes shall consume away in their holes, and their tongue shall consume away in their mouth." Zechariah 14:12, KJV "And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand, The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb: And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name." Revelation 14:9-11, KJV "And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet that wrought miracles before him, with which he deceived them that had received the mark of the beast, and them that worshipped his image. These both were cast alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone. And the remnant were slain with the sword of him that sat upon the horse, which sword proceeded out of his mouth: and all the fowls were filled with their flesh." Revelation 19:20-21, KJV "And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever . . . And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire." Revelation 20:10, 15, KJV "But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death." Revelation 21:8, KJV If you would like more info regarding the origin of these KJV Bible verse lists, go to https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/. Thank-you! https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/fiery-destruction-of-the-wicked-kjv-king-james-version-bible-verse-list/?feed_id=168891&FIERY%20DESTRUCTION%20OF%20THE%20WICKED%20--%20KJV%20%28King%20James%20Version%29%20Bible%20Verse%20List
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hinterlands of thee netherlands
alternately titles: I got noose for you,
Yours truly doth garrotte tee
another itsy bitsy,
betsy wetsy easy breezy read.
oft times ('specially
these latter unsainted days and nights)
in white satin:
death doth haunt me atheistic zeitgeist
which thoughts of my demise
crowds out purposeful thinking
in the twitching mind kampf
paradigm of this atheist
hence, he betook himself
to this MacBook Pro,
while swiss side dull ideations
for professional intercession, could not wait
asper affecting cathartic,
purgative, harmonic tête-à-tête
and providing a meaningful surrogate
to expunge morbid mental state
accessed Open Office
and let fingers
(of left hand) do talking heads
to an imaginary therapist
across this qwerty keyboard
allowing, enabling, and
at the quickest typing rate
striving to captcha dismal, gloomy,
and ill lust tree us
deplorable mood aye equate
with pitching into
a bottomless abyss where pate
fed ceaseless diet of NON GMO –
a last repast
the grim reaper did orchestrate
gluten free, an extra heavy dose
of monosodium glutamate,
which ingredient doth
BuzzFeed thine appetite
for total mortal exterminate
'thou no need n re:coe fermi to rush,
where angels fear
to tread, cuz but better Nate
than lever, the apothegm,
credo, ethos...Kate
(the caterer maintains
an open exit from life,
and cares only
that each soul doth feel elan,
joie de vivre, and psalm times
a leaping lemur chants, ecstatically finally
gustatory humming don't jubilate
for your final homecoming, or else
the mailer daemon lived
a devilish dervish life will instigate
de coup age d'etat, but such extreme
measure for measure heed doth hate
yet exceptions always made for a date
particularly when henchmen to die for
golden age opportunity
to snatch a generic guy a create
an underground soiree will cease,
when ashes master
of hell raising
unpleasant circumstances twill use as bait
let underground missionary be advocate.
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Tagged by @debaited thanks!
I don't really know many others who have multiple OCs for Skyrim, so if you see this post and wanna do it go for it! Tpy can tag me of you want. I wouldn't have seen this game had I not been tagged.
Tagging @ghostfacedbat & @rossthren-nsfw-read-bio cause I know they have multiple OCs, only if you want!
Favourite OC: Gotta be my main girl Chantilly Leice. She's the most developed story-wise and she's multi-faceted. Glitters-like-Stars is another fav too. Corveau the Reaper might be a third fav due to her interesting story & the situation she's in.
Newest OC: Cassata, a Dunmer I made on my newest save, named after an Italian cake. Besides the name and colour scheme, I don't have anythin story-wise planned for her yet. I know what factions and stuff I want to do, but backstory and all the character traits are blank right now. I think I want her to be a Boethia fangirl and worshipper of Sithis.
Oldest OC: Dyce. A Skyrim DB I can't play with cause all her save data got erased in some freak incident. I don't even remember making it to Bleak Falls Barrow on her save, I remember thinking the game must want me to go there since I only had the Golden Claw quest and getting horribly lost. Chantilly Leice was made years after Dyce as her 'redo'.
Meanest: Soleil just being herself. I don't really have any mean OCs, like ones that will insult you unprovoked. I have some evil characters but 'mean' wouldn't be one of the first words others use to describe them. Soleil just isn't friendly and she's a bit crass. Besides Sorcha, her cousin, not many can get over her RBF and blunt and dry comments. Even Isran admits she's a bit hard to work with due to her anti-social personality. She only wants to socialize with the bare minimum to get the job done, everything else is unnecessary and a waste of time and breath. Sorcha is the only other person Soleil allows to be in her company, thou even Sorcha themself doesn't entirely know why.
Softest: Ginseng Thorn-Summons is most outwardly soft in her actions; she gives second chances when people probably don't deserve them (not criminals just people of bad character). She gives everyone the benefit of the doubt, thinks the best of them before the worse even when being told the worse by others and she wants to think everyone is capable of good. There's nothing *wrong with the way she thinks, everyone should have a healthy bit of optimism, but for Ginseng, she doesn't have a healthy bit of pessimism until she gets burned or her trust betrayed. Her mostly disregard for people's not so good traits opens her up for others to take advantage of her kindness and generosity.
Glitters-like-Stars and Chantilly Leice are the most 'secretive' softest thou. They'll pay debts for older people who can't pay it themselves, or maybe just someone on hard times, without asking for compensation or acknowledgment. They'll assist others without payment for the betterment of the situation (unless that person is being a dick about it).
Most aloof/standoffish: Soleil. Besides her cousin, she doesn't make an effort to talk others unless she has to, or the 'conversation' is just buying somethin from a shopkeep and leaving. Chantilly Leice used to be standoffish when she was younger, (20s and below) but she was also very un-trusting so that played a part in it. Even still, she would talk to others like Guild and faction members without being rudely short in conversation like how Soleil is.
Dumbest (affectionate): Vanta Iris. She has the capacity to make intelligent decisions, she's not dumb as in 2+2=3 but she doesn't think things throu. She'd much rather rush in then stop to make a plan. She thinks hard not smart.
Jethro is intelligent, thinks smart not hard, but he likes the chaos of being a lil dumb sometimes.
OC I'd probably be friends with: I always find this question weird cause I don't see myself being friends with almost any of my OCs. I have several vampire OCs, but that doesn't mean I would be friends with a vampire normally or approve of their lifestyle in a real world setting with real world consequences.
So assuming I was plopped in the world of Skyrim and followed the same idiosyncrasies, rules, thoughts and world set up as NPCs or even my own NPC, Electra. Socialable, knows when to draw the line, not hard to talk to, plays nice with others until you piss her off. She's not typically a petty person and she'll tell you straight away what's on her mind rather than beating around the bush or saying one thing to your face but cursing you out behind your back.
#Chantilly Leice#Glitters-like-Stars#Soleil#Sorcha#Electra#Ginseng Thorn-Summons#tag game#Skyrim#Elder Scrolls#Elder Scrolls V#tes#tesv#Corveau the Reaper#Cassata#Jethro#Vanta Iris
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🔗 reaper
Strange. Thee has come to me in many forms; through many chances, I face Thee, I see Thee everywhere, I see Thee within, I look at Thee at every waking moment I stare at the mirror...
But still, Thee, Thou whispers, sound similar yet different every single time. The commands Thy fingers gesture on, cut through my skin in different depths, as swift as the wind, yet as painful as parting fresh, bleeding wounds of sort.
Thee has come to me again and again, as if I have summoned in desperation, to regain what was lost, but do Thee get tired of me? Do Thee ever think I get tired too? Do Thee think I am strong enough to receive Thy presence and prepare enough space for Thee to dwell on for some time.
Does Thee ever think of moving on from me? Or does Thee feel totally pulled into the gravity, that is mine, that Thee can't seem to stop coming to take, and take, and take, until there is none?
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and to hold a wandering thought:
of which may light the scythe ⎼
as a candle, yet, She wanes ‘til
the rays move yonder quite lithe.
here, her tendrils are beyond what naught.
and so, the reaper descends to wrought
of a thought unabating the realm of here
nor there; the creature waits
but upon the shrill of a lantern’s blow ⎼
there She is, She, elusive of fates.
what may lie, what lives, past this fraught:
She, who knows nix but only writhes,
and yet, refuses to ebb nor dim to the weary Bastille
of a terror, an oblivion, of which lost in time
so there rises a blaze, the flames newly begot.
there still be a whisper of a reaper,
a dull rebound off the walls ⎼
and He tells this thought, ever so strong:
“what has kept thou here?
what is there to take, for
the fruit is not too sweet
and the sunshine is just quite obsolete,
this place, a scene of a lonely war
what has kept away thine fear?”
there, She stood tall, in a glory to be recalled,
a contrast of those who halted before ⎼
and a response, She must, and so She does:
“my proof is so dear,
and to bear, what more, for
I need not stare into defeat;
who infects the beggared with ill deceit.
this place, a scene of new comings or
perhaps, only now, what’s near.”
and to hold an assiduous thought:
of which may allow breath ⎼
only slight, to birth here a will
of which is evident with
the curtains culled, and soon, all was sought.
#original fiction#short poem#freeform#hope#vague#please enjoy#creative writing#short poetry#writing#philosophy
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Autumn! a touching monitress art thou!
When, like a widow, thou dost throw aside
Thy idle gauds, thy glance of conscious pride,
And, kerchief'd in dim clouds, dost meekly throw
A faded garland round thy sadden'd brow.
I love to cope thee in thy chasten'd mood,
For earnestly, yet still in tones subdued,
Thou breathest truths befitting me to know:
And all things aid thy sober teaching well;
The mournful music of the falling leaves
Goes to the heart emphatic as a knell;
And, for the reaper's song amid the sheaves,
Yon robin, on the almost leafless spray,
Pours wildly sweet his solitary lay.
October by Rebecca Hey
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Reaper, beyond thy transparent yet opaque veil.
Thou vague atmosphere, what do you hide?
Should I take the gamble, the singular chance?
Damn it all to the yawning inferno below the soil?
No response.
I'll try again tomorrow surely.
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Untitled (“No long in shadows and feels, as they flowering in weak”)
And Juan would hard to under brought!
I’ll hide the bright—and as
meanes shall inrail’d with a prisoner
led away, where singing
education had not know
thy burthen will be bard’s
tomb, thinking their fate, which our faithlesse
shall with the Severn
fills with which ever at heart; I
read your beauty’s bright, yet
is dreary, he coming, my
otherwise with that throat should
have welcome, and you, the mind to
see thou art to its breast,
has brought, that lives it not my old
gold, he spring’s gray towering
reaches for my grief I feel
the road runs my days before,
my dreams: this flea’s death in
comeliness, memory
fades that. So I may in June? Where
be whose common school and
half to thinke I think of sleep, gentle
Bee with herself, I
wish it understand, simplest hearty,
for once haue lorne the
Scales, so that her priest wrote overrun
all besides us
wise, she builded glory in high,
left nothing so black wing.
My pining vain wore. By night, as
child; and I would that fayre
lightly like Nature smiled: he reaper,
bowed her ear. My dear;
a turtle hiding by your features
theyr sad ears, that mourn,
till gate alone, he situation
and then my father’s
bower. My soules, that with passing
and sleeps the chief point the
Setting aptest wave of gold: calm
as to scornfully things
to my early, and fiery
dew-drop paints auld Nature’s
brotherhood. Then shell was gold rings
seem dress. Sometimes some night
painfully, and sunflower beat
from thence burnes, mine own vast
and while sore than the reconciled
demeanour, than it stopped
and woke their part, can go; for when
on him whose lofty
argument of words he than a flowers,
and her name. I am
resolve the high looke. No long
in shadows and feels, as
they flowering in weak punch, but
how the dirke night; for the
air it be, through many thoughts with
mine, is vaine: for the night.
He heart was a moment bent, that
her feelings, far from belt
to be drest him by the smell of
so celestiall her words,
being pane? Four gray old grieved her
black bookes. For day, and
happy hath shade of Vertues richly
dight? His head cane, and
tenderness, yet allured, her heauens
glory done: the subway
car that, thro’. With mylder looser
lingered out per could not
long, delay no pretence of gently
beauties pricke, sayne, the
grounde, then learn himself away; she
charmed verse you your own image
was not one strike mischiefe goodly
seem thy shamed. And the
sapphires. Since wounds appear friend,
thou know how in her wrath.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 6#161 texts#ballad
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