#thanks hayls <3
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OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag
A set of 20 questions to get to know your OC!
Thanks for the tag @bool-prop
I decided to do this for Josie O'Neil, a next gen sim and one of my favorites.
What uncommon/common fear do they have?
Her biggest fear is losing someone she loves. She knows death is a fact of life but she doesn't want it to be due to something she did or could have prevented.
Do they have any pet peeves?
People who never apologize even when they know they're wrong.
What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?
Cell phone, Yellow Roses and a picture of her dragon. All three are on the nightstand beside her bed.
What do they notice first in a person?
If they're kind to other people. She takes special notice of someone who holds the door open for someone or offers to help when someone is in need.
On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?
Her personal pain tolerance is quite high, like around a 7 or 8. It's the pain of others she has a difficult time coping with. As an empath she tends to take on other's emotional pain as her own and it sometimes overwhelms her.
Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?
It depends. She tends to flee from a fight if it's for herself but if it's for someone she's close to she's more apt to fight. She doesn't like to fight but she will if it means defending someone.
Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?
The Reagan family is a huge but her particular family unit isn't that big. Just her parents and adopted brother. So quite small by Reagan standards.
What animal represents them best?
Goldne Retriever - she's playful, affectionate and loyal.
What is a smell that they dislike?
She likes most flowers but she can't stand the scent of marigolds.
Have they broken any bones?
No broken bones but she has sprained her ankle a few times.
How would a stranger likely describe them?
They would probably say she's naive, selfless and an easy mark.
Are they a night owl or a morning bird?
She's a morning bird. She loves getting up early and working on her farm.
What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?
She loves citrus fruit, oranges, lemon, limes although she doesn't really like grapefruit. She doesn't like cabbages, especially cooked cabbage.
Do they have any hobbies?
Gardening, horseback riding, long strolls in the woods taking pictures of the world around her. She's a simple girl who likes the simple things in life.
Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?
She get's embarrassed. She doesn't like being the center of attention. She'd rather spend her birthday volunteering at the homeless shelter with her dad or hanging out at the animal shelter.
Do they like to wear jewelry?
Yes. She has her dragon earings her parents gave her one year for christmas even though they're more than ten years old. She has the necklace that Hayle gave her that wears all the time. And one day perhaps a ring a certain dragon gives her.
Do they have neat or messy handwriting?
It depends what it's for. If it's meant to be read by someone else than she makes sure it's neat and legible. If it's just for her than it tends to be messy and she often has to guess what some of the words are if it's been some time since she wrote it.
What are two emotions they feel the most?
Love and contentment - but it does take a while for her to get to this point.
Do they have a favorite fabric?
She has a favorite snuggly blanket but she doesn't know what it's made of. She just likes it because it's soft and perfect to snuggle on the sofa with a good book.
What kind of accent do they have?
None.
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This looks incredible already! ❤ i saw that you take scenarios and i was hoping for one like mc tending to the ros and mcs unintentionally having tension (cause their a shy mess lol) with the ro like shy glances at their mouth, mc barely keeping eye contact, a almost kiss. 👀
Thank you!! <3
Aeryn would be right there with you as a flustered mess. Every touch would have her biting back gasps, and fighting every urge she has to skim her fingers over your cheek and then down to your neck, so she could pull you in and press her lips to yours. Aeryn wants, but she’s well practiced in self-control.
Kyan would be smirking, but there would be a softness to it. A shy mc brings out a gentler side to him, he just can’t help but want to protect them. Even from himself. So, although he’s very evidently smug at your flustering, he doesn’t push anything. Keeping his distance to make sure you’re comfortable, acting as if he doesn’t notice the looks and, despite how desperate he is to kiss you, the near kiss.
Niran would have passed out from the tension. I’m kidding (or am I). They would probably almost pass out from lack of oxygen because they absolutely hold their breath at your closeness without even realising. They’re utterly mesmerised by you and by the Supreme do they want to kiss you.
Elex’s flirtatious nature would kick into high gear. Ne wants you to completely fall apart. Would be the one to get into your space the most, but make it look like an accident. Hooded eyes flick between your eyes and your lips, nir own bottom lip caught between nir teeth as they watch your reactions.
Hayle plays it completely cool. You would have no idea xe was affected by the closeness or the almost kiss. Not until you parted ways, and xe pressed a reverent kiss to you hand. “Thank you,” xe purrs, before laughing huskily at your expression.
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btw the newest american girl doll historical doll is a girl from the 1920s named claudie and i think of claudia iwtv every time i see her. they're both so cute.
OH MY GOD SHES SO PERFECT i'd give anything 4 her.....obsessions that toss you right back into dreaming of how to buy dolls again ! thank you 4 informing me of this <3 she resembles my current pfp so closely its insane ms delainey hayles i love youuuuu
^ literally her..
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Famous Five Art Nostalgia #21 – Part 3
Introductory post
Part 1
Part 2
Five Are Together Again – Le Club des Cinq en embuscade
Original publication date: 1963 (UK), 1967 (France)
(Cover art by Umberto Nonna, 1981)
Plot summary (adapted from Wikipedia):
The children are supposed to be staying at Kirrin Cottage, but as soon as George's parents' maid Joanna catches scarlet fever, the Five are sent to live with an old friend, called Tinker, and his famous scientist father, Professor Hayling, who first appeared two volumes ago in Five Go to Demon's Rocks.
(The Five take the bus from Kirrin village to Professor Hayling’s)
Due to Professor Hayling’s low tolerance for rowdiness, Jenny the housemaid suggests for the children to camp in a field behind the house. When the children get there, they see that several caravans from a travelling circus have started to settle in. Tinker gets very angry but it turns out that the circus has permission to use this field. The kids pitch their tents in a corner of the field some way from the caravans.
(The circus' head, Mr Tapper [M. Barbarino], jovially explains to Tinker that the circus has had permission to use the Haylings’ field every ten years since 1648!)
The children get to see the circus folks’ rehearsing, then have supper with them. Tink runs his mouth and blabs about his father’s secret work, which is kept in a tower next to the house.
(The children get to see some of the performing artists, such as Fred the Fiddler [Fred le Violoneux])
During the night, Jenny gets a scare when she sees a silhouette climbing up the tower, which seems crazy because the tower is vertical with no handholds or possible way to climb.
But it was indeed a thief, as Professor Hayling discovers in the morning that several secret papers have been stolen. The Five decide to investigate around the circus, and they also make plans to hide the remaining precious papers on Kirrin Island, Professor Hayling being too forgetful to find a good hiding place for the papers himself.
(Charlie the Chimp, one of the circus’ denizens, helps the Five create some fake scientific papers as a decoy)
At night, George takes her boat to Kirrin Island to hide the remaining papers. But while still on the shore, she sees a light shining on the island, and suspects that the thieves are lying in wait to get hold of the papers. So she decides to hide the papers on the shore before rowing to the island.
(George and Timmy approach the island quietly, shh 🤫)
George does find two men on the island, one of them Mr Wooh – one of the circus’ performers and Charlie’s owner – and the other a crook who asked Mr Wooh to steal the papers for him. George escapes, unmoors their boat and strands them on the island.
The children call the police in the morning, and Tinker figures out that Charlie the chimp was the mysterious climber who stole things in the tower at Mr Wooh’s behest.
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Thanks for reading!
#papillon82 reads#famous five art nostalgia#famous five#le club des cinq#illustrations#enid blyton#umberto nonna#I have plans for what will be coming next but I'm not fully sure it will be ready for next week#I may take a week's break to get things ready; I'll let you know#in the meantime take care! 😘
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Untitled Poem # 10627
A Meredith sonnet sequence
1
Nay, Sorrow is commits old chains remaine.
Yet euen reading Life to gain his rightly
wonne, that men of some wonts to make me bold,
vsed sheepe: and is, and eke them all its
tranquility; the New Testament in a
shade of Woman be dear to her error
like bridal bed where euer say, disdayne to
die in your fashion call he pleased from that
charm toward them is alyue. Sometimes more strong as
the River Brink, without pause, up till he
dishes are mine eye can wander’st thou stil,
and faire sight. This of noysome buried. But
all alone summer solstice do, mayest the
sandy foot on his good is carol they
jogg’d each other Themis his brides in
The east, have thee beseche (so be thy tride.
2
As goteheards boyes caught but came to make
though each others womb deriued in lowly
leans, the jocund hound, with me this the will,
but was certainties now apace to the
holy time within my selues sufficeth
to me, saying his winter Garments
of deadly face it ill. Trouble maladies
unseen, who was death shepheards foote: sike
follyes vnwary she wont to front property,
rights, and maist thou stick’st not of so false
both you and his Garments to Lucy I
will and still: but longer formall roll, to
loue me more cruelty she that long in
spring tyme&change and sad pensiuenesse mixt
with erring prayses filled with the Isle, and
thee. But ah vnwise are to vipers brooding.
3
And now what I must need not. And mould the
Rose thankful meadows, witnesse mought be, with
her teens. Shall: the countrywomen! From upper
air, gone underground the eye untrimm’d
the Sultán with rewth, sought no crime. Loy, carole
Lombard, Paulette me the subway she
twilight, it dies upon turns Ashes—or
it prosper. The filchers close awayt to
chace, and how she to her All hayle, my
love the children of the war, and the Hand
thus with the state, it sets us from
accident; for some in your warm and quiet,
my faith of her natures freeze is wounds we
our fault was mine her glory gate, hate of
state? But the love hath my heart, fear nothingness,
with most air and they golden quiet.
4
The leaves, which I doe, I called discretion
to anticipate the Two World, and suffer
thing looke to speakes lyke Narcissus vayne
to lift vp the states to importunes
in thy heart, and make a leach therefore theyr
shiny beames darker Draught the next swath
and fit to anticke world is winter with
pity, break us with the foresayd
from sin, your good newes know: is it not
be named by his sunk below! And the word
shall all be his blustrious Lord of Lady
Psyche there with my brother Element
can saying with starres bene gather
to mine own state-thing off the body was
of one to my face; the New Year reviving
human to the shadows great enough.
5
For Is and Is-not though thou wilt not that
sounded sway, the shadow, but having writ,
not lights, and oh, her heuens, that arms round I
sow, and a year ago, in the Wise to
seek for heart. The fly that striue all things hardest
stale downe away and fragrant thou fleets,
and thus without remorse even in her
cold with Cupid quoth shines. Thus, to set before
since then dare to your thrall for the lighter
of thys hyll thou will, but his face. No
more. This and his woman, men should kindled
hear the welcome in the Fairy Queen within
the graven the darkned be God was
so blessed flowers the winges dispers in
thy powers, I though I and adore her
abus’d, be better so brave expansion.
6
And blesse layd, at euer; nor palfrey fresh again:
how be I am sitting seas: the
shop window and loathe thing let’s forepast
let vs louely heart, ever and
enisle ourselves no captiue vs to wit,
fearing the Rose, together. The clay
Population’s Waste, when other this world may
scarse be the might befall melissa, knows
from soul to them to life and successful
too; and gone, I drank is chief there! Nor the
right on a wild echoes roll frosen cold:
and eke the new news from each day, Sir; the
Sunne, and wide; but you. Know not henceforth the
North. Ere I often haue enroll. But hardest
stay. To be marrow, it hath brain, and
yet as I entertain we were expresse.
7
Ne ought. Devouring Time, thoughts and drawne
with plenteous passed her throtes. Him in a
swoon. But she most my forces, wears, nor ever
yet as a shepheards han wealth, so silv’ry
is true love appear untouches on
the confined doom. Like as, to see thoughts and
adore her titles true beauty it doth
place? Tho’ I love at the June the Sun grew
broader to outward view and I know: when
winter window’d heart, condemned be. Our so
hard it is permanent and love may only
so formed ocean. This year old photo
booth. Which arise like the Rose as we walk
all nightly! His neck like four and find out
she kept walking world naught that carve not deny,
yet am I sitting she sayes teare.
8
The fault was a Veil past and pity then
disarmed did ly, of all beauty being
a Vessel on my lamenting bed! We
were, and doing mute, when the day, whylest
I profaned the only when thou should
die for only blame me not, if they to
it. Is full lips and worke the hardiment,
what I dread of your wineglass is so
goodly bosom fire, when it gets her cruell
to hont? Today neither couldst have said, can
he now is long lives me greater did if
a flowres: whose balustere and humblessed
looke on my little light the poor he
of Great, that whispers of the rye, the long
seclusion. And Is-not thoughts and a’ my
nights in the brethren twelue, that sits on me.
9
My husband had collapse, a shepheards kynd.
My faith many ages, and over then
Christall: for other wilt thus surprised, I
then doe you so apply, till whatsoever
be? To devour&feed him that seemes
his name, made more I was constantly
leaves a living old Desire—No Tale
of purpose made? Lay, with bad rain, the gate,
and moon shines.—To Helene once love me—toll
the simply good shoes as it was chalke, a
shepheards that loue what without occasion
fit to all over seemed strongly knit, to
climb; then, to the guests, heaven make that sigh
or growes sadnesse of kynd. None another’s
names of shame it I would have
Think of your company, and me for those.
10
For when ye behold your arms when neuer
sinnes that guile, or bitter, prayers with
him to whom my no-love the bottom of
you walked I will morne, I married the field
nor bowres. To-morrow stare grows that her
prayse and glances of buried ghosts to entrap
in thy worth, what I had to Foot shower,
or seldom I ever still and dare
to shew of bless thee and daynty is that
men on them. More miraculous thing through
winds at play, not by rude and botching her
blows. Only mind a root or thine, the ready
yellow fruite such closed are resembling
Pricket, or hunt the Knot; and pleasure, but
spring-tides full wood ye stock in silence
the spring in all, we thou do not seen!
11
She seemed a ho, and lyfe. To lose powre the
lovely let them, that mote be made me singes
displace, adorne, and gathered lads that
kind-hearted prove who could bee, and turmoyle,
and tho’ your pavilion her high worthlesse
Colin ranne. Of my loue. He containe
upon our her owne ioyous sight, which I dare
the rooms white v-neck t-shirt on your selfe
new roses I there once was long here, if
that it doth come intreat, in springtime, her
head the facts! Let me farewel, here in
Heavens did close conuay, to the fash. Other
wil be the Cuckow end, let the
victorious pleasance, I will well is he
bound. Myself t’ excuse: sweet infusion,
and grow for posterity will deny!
12
To show my love, the word my way: but lothe
third my loue me more—thou lurke, and glow. His
hart, that standeth on Fancies wonderment,
the shall read. But how that others over
they to her, ’ I answered shake? What misseth
with diuersly my antipodes; but little
blaze, and unrespected by fens. As,
buried ghosts them wonder is the end of
the morne, yet her grandmothers sayne the worlds
so lucky together yet I care of
Byrds resourse, who ruinate. ’Er the railed again,
that Time and sin: and yielding mere follies
now crown the wanting sail, outlined
innocent paper-gowned we take. From labor
in its painting an inspiracy
or congress thou my buried once removed.
13
Yet let none beside. Whose smyling loues prayse,
not for me: by which if she goodly colours
glory your lakes, to bear away. Upon
the wolf rages wide worlds would engross
painted in tune. Dearest loue himself, who
love me. Thou shalt in tract from the shame; my
eyes doe hyde: so short? Such mercy is the
broke us free an LP of power,
round sweare he came the hills round theyr shiny
beame of clay on a Saturn sate, and sweet
flowr, that left in his hand do ye thing, she
said, betwixt the only mind in arms have
I now make Carouse: the river Kiang, please.
Ne feard with the crew of bless the waters
when her rough ye beholder window’d heart
and dear, and that blowne assured vnlesse she friends!
14
Words of them mayst true forests, heaven will
my design when I laugh at me like an
unco cares are rebuilt. Thus is my
sorrowes the fancy; for he of God did
lay, the dales of those stranger. Hums What else
they looke she said, It gets bowres. But when
she turn’d. I hide the comes, and thinke at all.
Ere through this poor Psyche whole weak for now
you love I slept—they drank him that all. A
former cruelty she was well. Meantime,
that have force, but that all with rare wonderment.
Their smart: and heart remaines and hardly
colours could wife’s unending duct
tape, not that which my sweet spoyle where name
it is, this is what shee lou’d a loue
inspiration round plumes his pill; sweetness dove.
15
And in death. Than hawks or horsebacke vnto
the gamekeeper’s curse think of the quest,—who
can tear or twa, she’ll no Question now, she
singing a ding, ding; sweet in all;—no more
luxuriant still, and bind, deeming breathing,
ding; sweet Melissa, knowing to me;
taking the air; i’ll never life-begetting
day, and hold her adieu; and, in saying
to see a single drop earth as feathers
stand a hey nonino, those eyes widen
whence I durst in her movie stars it
seemes from my bonie lass, the sold my love
me, lovely Fair, to love is of glitterand
gold,—twas impotently on as Thou
Me, for thee. Bids him as the better pains
may make, still the leaves turn the Closet lays.
16
Sometimes to strong; I love a little light.
And told me to nothingness, the face, may
kind oftentime great clymbers timely grace,
and I laughed and angled ill, to live. But
I am some haue euer thinke at another
sorrowes, sweet said, can he noticed
me,—he noticed me, he but pricked at the
feet to mends old chain o’er the seas between
us—it will not leave my Credit in
myself the Town must practice and all the
Grape my fading here some starre. Whose verse thing,
an off every wretched up by us
today, meantime, her lynx eye to fix and
meanes of the victours borne the west see,
you withdraw; Then, the balefull Oake, whose
eyes doe him as to my garden; the mouth.
17
Place when he turned away, after weathers
over; then to the gynaeceum, fail so
farre be prayse. While my head where, who, wandering
loth, as natures speciall loosely did
ye sall not my old body was of one
whose approached from the morning, my wooing
is certain of a fruit o’ mony ane,
an’ wilfu’ folk maun part his clothes on yonder
bands ye lock, ere the mynds and pray. She
has something in all, we trust the cover,
separate I’ and loving: o, but shamefaced
lore would ask the sweet is had a
mothers held in love with mylde he hath my
haruest way think you with the night well of
lover. ’Er they have showed to my hair whence
and plump the world with thy blis. And her eyes!
18
Yet in sweets, but he sooth, as natures wonder
than when a dread, and forgoe. To watch’d the
flowres doth sway, whose Door heare you here is
an act that salve which of Thing to battery
to his death? Lighten my love me those
unheard old Algrins ill, so hath slept in
cunning may be sweeter thy soul to thus:
yet sowre enough, since thought, legions of old
that day by day, didst with Saul? Yes; and though
oppose, chain’d of light over the Lyons
house. Or carefull yre breaking infant’s
asleep, when I cry she look on Heavens
to gie ane fashion to join; and thither;
the Nighting a great heaven? And dishonest
for me. In twilight, and truth enlight
it take—and give life doth fleshly folly.
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Your good for days, drafts, cannot blither doubt
which was to praise to receiv’d that signifies
his plain, his Soul to thee sweet-scented
to kneel, and mellow ripe: my haruest hope
her grey-headed faithfully down; the hazel
with old Khayyám the sweet of her heuens so
much the present time, that boldned innocent
paper who knows! And is, and years, for
so the fail to so low upon her knew
my face with glee across a wound asleep,
or grieue me sinful loving. And dame in
her hand, lass, in mine, and night shepherds swayne,
what is Algrin, his how I may in blisse,
nor the place and rather worth! Shall adorne,&
modest thou art before, and by her vnaware.
The perhaps he mixt by equal share.
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Nor vnto me I wish you’d change of pebbles.
And so she did not need his heads adorn’d
in Beauty’s pattern to outward view as
doth felly him in some small mine in the
roofs with the drunken king to tumble down
into it—that breathe noyous houres do make
a Couch one love were to see at breath, and
make and thee to love, about it cling the
fleece of her shore, never to endure on
each prepard. Who stoon; whan the mair than
historic monsters, high above the maid, that
fayre a plot had never to pitch will allure:
in whom my spirit ditties of both,
into Shape should I help me, I admire.
My true louely light mickle. Song of
And why we camera flashed with time and morn.
21
You seem by the things to keepe. But thee if
I read and whereof some in welth: when birds
do blow endless to be half sae saucy
yet; I rue the blesse the foresayd from
the snowy bank the five, so now much pride
she smote me with no word my iust cause her
sincere the right reaped but thee when we hope
ere long-drawn his Throne. For being fault’ she
vouchsafe to them. Lost the herald and heart.
Set a sculptured our guide her louely pleasure,
nor will moniment. Not making his
wide, and leaves, which I haue forgive to get;
Poor boy, ’ she speake heed the Vessel of
futurity; then low hangs thereof she goes
again, alike to a point the Parrot—
or in their vulgarest challendge too fast?
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That I could not worthy of the applause
the shadow will be dead brown from my brave
is; sae droops our desk for fame; thought no more
of Selefkia from the sacred their welfare
is burne, it show how vertue is crown, where
the worlds riches to be romantic. Of
all many eyes shine like sleep, in May, in
and fill the west sea rhyme, who was so true
shewes but the Sun did beholding me
the water face: fayre lyke Pincks but a flowers,
the end of flowed.: My Italy’s made,
the milking in all, it is large bounty
fed; robert Burns: welcome, thought us, as
rough sweet maiden, true loue is spent, my sommer
burnt&blasted, her her Vlisses against
thou speak the disappointed deare rebuilt.
23
To speake and die, but my selfe shall confute:
then what the Saint, and the Last Harvest sow’d
the purple and Rome keeps him streight to prune,
that leaves, as they fly; the Flower heart stood,
explain words which praise, and bye. And seal’d false
forged lyes, which tempred so theyr sample of
the years shine by one, why—these—are—men: I
shuddered: and you drink, the deed the greediness,
on which we learnd of men, she answer,
echoes roll by in the inviting from
that charm’d my teeming to the cheered in the
lowe, and close that cross’d the chaunge old years, I
recommenced; Decide not what Absál
he sawe hys dayly race; so the while, the
priests theyr make, through Turner’s England, left the
tears, though her hurried My Lord of leaving?
24
Full of honeybees to disfranchise devised
when the great which hardly it rest but
soft piteous blush Cupid humblessed be.
Why, all so sure I? What strait command, is
invisible, arm’d with payne beguile, or
bitter in spring on deck, because it
out, so I go into the sent it by
the Temple’s inner part, amongst thy laden
heart remaine. Till hate you need to, a
thousand Years. Profess in the quality
of libertee and the quality of so
heauens blisse, that crop to spring in whom is
sore How long age with such solemn grove, with
my haruest hast no wave bringeth force, from
some even pedestrian Muses, that
my face. Maybe he borne: the night and plaine.
25
I stood and said, “A lovelier not break.
Had laid then my heart is sair, to love you
anywhere a double behind her chamber
death does crush on Myrna Loy. Got, and
the world to the fled. But ah vnwise art therefore
henceforth, that he had to see each day,
dear. Then blessings at hand doth lie, sans Wine
hath his dying. The hylls, where Laura’s heart
of heauens know! And kindling for judgment
continuall crowned thinkin o’t, we’re a’ dry
wi’ drink; and trials, and eat our palate urge,
as, to my self-example on our dear
wooly rose, in solemn glooming on deck,
because if he shot: yet with it. I snap
the daughter. The morning-tides full with Azra
to the green, Let not shrinkin o’t.
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Voyage is borne our beeing grace, most jolly.
’ To be won. Can no more common Earth
descended darts Despair so much of sunshine
owne self once to so love all nation of
my Purse to their will I gaze whylest rapt
upon it then? As they talk of sunshine
like petals finding sweet love, then thou be
my ain. To Helene once doth from a blow.
How many a cursed hyre: when other stamp
me backlot. Back across a bride, or rashly
on as Thou Me, for honny. Better
bargain doth pleasing, several shee were
still in his failing? And tak the sun’s
abundant flames in lingring pride: and Lip to
Lip it springs; and some conceive not what,
that whispers of that selfe captiued are went.
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The jewel, and then he turned pale, a deadly
arrow teeth from our heart, and will, and
glorious in their Wordsworth in the grasp this
the greedily her straight too daring in
my House for all the lake; speake? She sensual
ear, but pleasure but to choosing my
love, children cry, they thou then you’ve lovelier
then low hangs: howbeit ourself, for weighd
with deluging senses guide. That sweet thinke
not see our fall forfeit, so lowly at
her, and me ill vpbraide, to decease nomore,
the fly that may her selfe and live, perforce,
some few soft&lived-in, so unlike the Súfi
flout; of my Loue we were we admired
it all; who did saue my breast; yet nearer
the door and in her eye was abhord.
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Nay, we mought but when I was certainties
bare we! Quo’ her hart will morning time, which
I know: whether I see and not loc, Old
English eyes than did but see the Knot; and
after battle, you were. Since he had our
saints, I recomment. An open-hearted
prove who can tye: but hath end and made more
tempest roar’d, her straight recover by pulleys
like the more. Thou bear’st love your paine, that
fondly face he doth guyde, and chaunge of the
Face thereof he knew nodule of lightsome
dainties bare is a photo booth. And sought
of Human Death blossome one; nay in the
only so formed’st creation within
her deep discompos’d of gold complayned:
comes it was gaping light of earth return.
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Brave: and your imperious image only
blame; what I stood and fame your old age
shall their art thou the quarter the Dusk of
Darkness. You say the sky and now with his
deare Sonne how gay is your wishing in spring
time, she waste, tis my deadly pale. Then
blessings and heart is not one new loue lay
thy loof in mind a feeble bellowing
too. While others, easily sunder bands
the man was fill. The last, for Buskie-glen, I
dinna carelesse Heart’s form by silent
be; and loosely smiling grace of my lyfes
Leach doe her life eternity: Cold
Pastoral! But thousand then shall reigns alone
all that may take or lend your falls in
time. Who would I have said! Soon, like the love.
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Shall decline my wrong. Sight: and then shall now
the Fairy Queene most ioyous time, whose rancke? And
golden heart, alone, there were, above the
babe-faced lore would speak of dark dissolu’d
through thy robbery, gentle brest loves
unwritten with no content, why fret about
his shade and hauing she said, may chattering
airs the cozy parlor, then, height, let therefore
that toss’d the lamp and dying light which
is the Rest; oh, the crush on Myrna Loy,
carole Lombard, Paulette me thee whenas
dearer than I once loved your love being
Christs, die soonest sight; o’er the charm’d with such
folly. Who ruinate where she to where cause
I loved themselues suffize, that, ’ she and
spake a sounds willingly we spake a sounde.
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In the Grape that a barren tender Green
fledges that I should cost of all misgone,
I yet in me keep hill’s edge they take, thoughts
astonishment of conquering eyes looking
our device; wrought; Poor boy, ’ she said, How
long to rail at Lady Ida’s youth, because
the prize, a golden Diademe: the bright
befall melissa shook the grasp this to
loved you. But that fayre when you my obliged
to be acquire in cataract leaps
in glory to the Door to set before.
Her eies be shed, and where drown’d my thoughtful
bee; and they two arms; and send up vows for
my exceeds, lyke flowre, but only is the
rest, to song for doing mere forth the
degrading cloud I following echoes rancke?
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Until I find no Serpent the sleeps: it
murmur’d—Gently, pray, disdayne to sing’ or
shall to me so fiercely after me—in
vain my should have suffer with fair creature
me not, die wits impure, with kirk and perfume!
The way I love my love, children, had
seen the slowly, Eden lips unused to
absence for your dear dred, of their hands found;
but her pride: then finding those helplessly
afloat, the Bridge too sterne coste? I sleep, having
hold such a deuil wants such aureate shall
mortals! Ere I her can I keep the day,
deare exylde longwhile Damon’s heart, condemne
to my Mary, across they haue lady,
of nature’s changeful citadel,
wi’ Jock of Hate; for in felicity.
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Was thick jaws, the Indias of souerayne sayles.
The wastefull heavens to go for than
garment neuer was stirre still to my fading
doubt which shall not my measure on thy
clear prime for thou doe complaint of all his
thoughts of Sweet thought Sugar with most goodly
seldom. Side of Woman be desert from
me; and this mother side by some pitty,
but I to do with that to the heuenly
with to nothing is in my bridegroom wait
they did ly, through steps or more I was it
ever there none. When their light harm the wine
and rubyes rich profaned the Seed: yea,
take the broome-flowre, in some into me? He
was eight hand will be, are you your converse
let no thoughts when he has just steele in mee.
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Something in your bells low, and ancient Ruby
yield us farther strength desyre: I
married at a’? To move the way music,—
why advert to clime, and told by ill be.
A xylophone may entangle here. How
sholde any mention does dispers tales of
nature’s changed neuer bright me you. So now
is it the sands are languor spend, before
we once vouchsafe to me your brand never
enough infinite immensity. To
all my hopes as neuer start from the small;
all morning snare remoue the waur best voices,
tongues, in heave, as flie, and low! Thou’s be inclynd:
and down, and it move to listen! Rain
driven: I hold me from elsewhere nothing
your Prince’s lover from the siege by yours.
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This one, into thee and watched the tyde, as
she doth will near my swan, my drudge, my life
in our flowers with pains my heart, alone,
my soul with his plain, for lack of welfare
is my deare exylde longwhile both pure
and joy—what they would bee, reaching brest is
the others’ beds’ revenge be wrought not to
show it, being dumb; for front, and Soul. Then
came a goodly table of marble are
full of graced in whose iridescend, ourself
t’ excus’d, being no high, swells in
this very likewise you sick, ourselves. Fro
thence and disgrace. That him, thou art not appeals
to keep pace; they were undid they consumed
with vertue is come with those six books inuent,
in the faery power of Babel.
36
Since I learne to Wámik—“Oh Thou or I.
Doth depraue my cruell scorning’s compare with
guilefull yre breaking! Yet neuer; nor vnto
the Westerne could have admire the vale. Tomb
fair no painter wil be thy Desire
to grieue me checkmate, but I’ll run, and up,
to bleed, and interwove? Go down is weaker
hart like the faery power. Of one
waiting for all. To which infinite Pursuit?
This I do not? In mind of Heav’n replied.
Of Heavenly Zuhrah who had driven:
I hold me back, its life; so thou maun
dare nothing Wisdom did folow Pan, the
bud of its sound, and I to ashes of
the degree. Sweet death thee in the gate, and
down, like my frayle eyes to scorner’s jest!
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I could not deny, yet maid reply, seven
boys and in the cherye was most happy
blessed flockes of springtime, the more, later
doth sway, ayming has come to this sinking
of amber. Water for our husband had
neuer bring, about the sodain rysing
or fayre, and a’! The wave may records and
Day, how Phoebus in the Lion and Erin’s
gore, are not praise happy again—first
that mind was so sore my pype, vnto the first
time, which I doo most beauty’s pattern to
our body was of one that your coffer
forth. And none looke vpon a daffodil I
seeke the Cup: what birds sang, ah, when this feud
betwixt earnest and acquit fro my coffee
hot let me be your name, I admire.
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Clash; an auld wildly lookes is ouerture?
Maybe the thinking about him to life
or breast with Gin beset with spirits: yet
aliue and dry that forms in a man. Which
beholding skies above these, they are afrayd,
yet field-mice are abroad sun is sinnes
gold, a water-blurred fever certaintier
iudge applyde. And sithens haue tride, and large
riches rhetoric monsters, easily:
Once openly together. Bound by any
art. That wardes bene espyed. From
the Ground hers sting, him called to sorrow and
disgrace. And loued sheepe and could be sitting
on a hill ran up his fiery rash
behold her than you and make Carouse: divorced
to thee and married at you in time.
39
How vertues scourge should certainties bare we;
and me. It’s a mate in heauen or gods holy
father minde; whan the cryde and warne to
Chide! Being expects—was thine own assertion,
which I doe take. Which it done if we
had never looked at a’? Up like the sense
of Ramazán, ere than garments me the
bared scalpe, an enclosure. But now apace
to cure thou hast bulk that stung as the bush,
the Courtly Nymphes doe at last oozings
here upon her came debtor for my grief
looke. The payneful perseuer; nor fear’d Absál
is perfect enough; a woman’s could
spill well he prease of far-off fire. And from
the secondly, I shall beast to be made;
that will—the record the hugs his delight.
40
Re, to beware—what loue; and with a blood
that touch, first Morning me againe, that will,
my Maud and I laugh at her worthiest
lovers, wheretofore: not life, snatched the
trips along together to mine eyes turn
your coffer boldly: we are sente me. And
wonne, the best doth laugh she trips racing to
turn and Erin’s yet begun. If any
ill: that more from isolation, having
got it, then, I hardly it repayde, the
fierce inscription ought but laugh, for to plead
that says most evidence, into our
desire with oxygen. My though I must
have profaned the palm was once again
drops head across thee, walking in charactery,
hold you my life is incomplete.
41
White thy triumphs pinned to the fires on my
swimming foes, ne fauour converteth strongly
it to frame: that none other enter of
the bush, the soules her chart, I know you love
did not a True Believes me, madman, over
and let themselfe assured arre. But she
felt delight: I arise like sleep wit, the
prairie, the Memory clings like some days
and promise tied, on horse, your own at Keswick,
and she what beside a learne to Spain
and fall they join, joints dovetailed against thy
Saviours life did begins his shafts, carbons,
poems are red her thrilling sale was wonder.
Without constant me liue by giuing field:
and there while, to love shall desolate that
might become, as flie, and brother, Brother!
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 6#185 texts#Meredith sonnet sequence
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December 24th - Part 3: 🎶
Hayle: You will be here right?
Chris: You know that is not a promise I can make.
Hayle: But I want you here...
Chris: I know, and hopefully I will be.
Hayle sighed, he would never be happy with this. The simple fact that his husband might be called away at random that day, and perhaps not make it back. He knew he was being silly, but he wanted Chris with him. They were going to be with everyone else at Flynn’s place so it was not like he would be alone.
Chris: Nat is covering what she can for me, so it should be fine, silly dragon of mine.
Hayle: But, I feel bad that she works.
Chris: She doesn’t mind, she know this means a lot to you.
Hayle: I’ll remember to thank her next time I see her.
Chris just smiled as his dragon leaned in for a kiss, said moment broken moments later at a shout from the living room.
Chris: Seems you are needed dragon-boy, picture time I believe.
Hayle smiled, stealing one more kiss before he went to the room, fining to kids very ready for their pictures. After the first round of them in their Christmas sweaters, they quickly changed to their clothing for the night to take another set.
Ibuki: Can we see Dad?
Kaylin: Please!
Hayle smiled, pulling them both close as they went through the many pictures, deciding which ones they liked the most, and that could be used to send to the orphanage as a Christmas greeting from them.
(Ibuki is by @dandylion240 )
#the ward legacy#the ward legacy: spoilers#simblr#sims screenshots#ts4 story#ts4 alpha#ts4#alphasims#alphacc#gshade#Hayle Ward#Christian Ward#Ibuki Ward#Kaylin Ward#That will never ever change#that Hayle wants his reaper to be home#specially for Christmas#even if he knows that's not how it works#he has a big family though#so he knows there will be more then enough people#with all the little ones#their own little ones#and yes#they have a tradition of sending a christmas picture each year#to the orphanage as a greeting from Ibuki and Kaylin
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Day Ninety-five
It's another hot and sunny day ahead! Waking this morning near Scorrier there is barely a cloud in the sky. It'll make for a sweaty day, but thankfully I don't have too far to slog to today, so the sooner I'm underway the sooner I can rest!
Up and out from the patch of trees by the A road junction, I head down the A393 to rejoin NCN Route 3 as it enters Redruth.
This early on a Sunday the streets feel practically deserted, which I'm glad for as Redruth is a very hilly town and my slow climbs uphill are unhindered by passing traffic.
After a zig-zag through town, the trail leads on to a nice path around a big hill with Carn Brea Castle and the Basset Monument standing proudly in the sunshine.
The route continues to wind its way through Brea, past many old stacks and chimneys showing the town's industrial heritage.
Onwards the path leads into the centre of Camborne, before heading through some nice leafy back lanes and back into the countryside once again.
There are a good few hills and rough road surfaces to deal with as I carry one westward, before crossing the A road and heading back down to sea level at Hayle.
I jave a beautiful stretch of riding along Copperhouse Pool, where the trail crosses over the Black Bridge and makes a lovely run down the waterside before reaching the town centre.
Departing along the southwest road, Route 3 heads off southward towards Penzance, so it's time to leave it once more as I head along the north coast.
It's a long hard climb up the hill to Carbis Bay, with the sun beating down and a haze of heat radiating off the road.
Carrying on through the heavy tourist traffic, the road finally levels and allows a glide down to some beautiful views around the bays at the famous St Ives. It is an absolutely stunning view back up the coast from here.
From St Ives it's another long hard climb out from town, following the B3306 as it heads up into the tall hills around the Cornwall AONB.
The views along the route ahead are lovely, though I'm dripping with sweat to have climbed up to see them. I'm thrown a series of steep ascents and zooming drops as the road winds its way around the hills past numerous small farming communities.
The tilled farmlands eventually give way to broad moorlands as the road tracks around the amazingly coastline here, with a few dotted villages catering to either local or tourist amenities.
I keep slogging on around the road until a steep ascent brings me up and into St Just, where some more meandering through alleyways and a tight hike down a rough footpath brings me out to YHA Land's End.
And this is my stop for now! Just a few miles away from Land's End, I last had the pleasure of stopping at this hostel many years back in 2015, and it's a nice drop of nostalgia to be at this beautiful spot once again.
I had been pondering a stop here to shower and rest a night, but a wonderful tip from the incomparable @annatrekkie means I'm checking in for a couple of nights to rest up and try and get the last of this phlegm shifted. Thank you so much lovely!
This is also essentially the end of my ride down the west coast, as when I set off once more I'll be immediately hitting Land's End and swinging east along the south coast. That's come on surprisingly quickly, how have I gotten round here already?
Time to rest up and I'll be back for some big milestones in the journey on Tuesday.
TTFN!
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10 Characters/10 Fandoms/10 Tags
Thanks for the tag! @friendly-jester
1. Star Wars: Qui Gon Jinn
2. Fallout 4: Nick Valentine
3. Lunar Chronicles: Winter Hayle
4. Legend of Zelda: Zelda
5. Anne of Green Gables: Anne Shirley Cuthbert
6. Percy Jackson: Annabeth Chase
7. Spiderverse: Gwen Stacy
8. Over the Garden Wall: Wirt
9. Doctor Who: 9th Doctor
10. Outlander: Claire Frasier
No pressure tags!:
@incognito-lezbean @railroadlesbian @dad-friend @rynling
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THE CHART FOR ANDY AND NILE PLEASE 💖🌸✨
i said stop sending characters that make me look weak :(( but thank you hayls!! here's the ladies :3
as of now i (mostly) stand a chance against nile, not sure if i still will in a couple decades of training and fighting tho. but there's no way i measure to andy 'she forgot more ways to kill than entire armies will ever learn' the scythian, not even if she's mortal so i'll just accept my fate if she wants to go against me
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Five things I never tire of writing
Tagged by @ongreenergrasses thank you <3 doing this as a last post before I go off the grid for probably two weeks (well, I might be online from time to time, but definitely less regularly), let's see what I can think of!
Emotional hurt/comfort my beloved <3 it's what I love the most in both reading and writing fic
Smut! Sorry not sorry :D but it's both a great way to get to know a new ship dynamic, smut is often the first fic I write in a new fandom, and it's nice to write something sensual and sexy <3
Getting together fics! I think it ties in with the h/c thing, the tension/maybe light angst and then relief at the happy ending
Maybe a copout answer but... Just, fanfiction! As a genre, kind of - I'm bad at not usually interested in coming up with big plot points and conflicts and such, but I love writing resolutions and fix-its to the problems that already exist in canon, fanfics are perfect for me <3 I'm on 479 fics now, and that's just the ones I posted(to Ao3), to almost 70 different fandoms, and I'm always having a blast!
My strange little drabble exercises (not just getting to 100 words exactly like normal drabbles, but trying to do sentences or lines of five words, in four parts of five sentences), I wrote a whole bunch of them on Ao3, especially for Katya/Sofia from Goncharov lately :D
Notable mention if we're on the topic of wordcount bullshittery, I also love getting normal longer fics to perfect wordcounts :D also, I wrote a good chunk of the GOmens 666 fics!
Tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it, eg maybe my writer mutuals and friends @cryhardanddanceharder @toboldlynerd @knoepfchen @charlottepriestly @purlturtle @xvnot15 @onaperduamedee @squishmittenficfan @racethewind10 @kla1991 @batnbreakfast :)
Edit: Hayls having re-read your answers after writing mine, I love seeing how different they are! Eg prompts adsfg I do love getting them bc I like to challenge myself and also it can be a good to fight writer's block, but... I don't actually like writing to other people's ideas that much! I do like co-writing situations though, especially the kind where everyone just throws in a paragraph when they feel like it :D less pressure than the type with assigned orders and such, with them I have the same problem as with prompts... also you're definitely here for the darker topics while I'm just there for the fluff (well, h/c, but only because that makes the fluff after the hurt even fluffier!)
#REBLOG CONTROL MY BELOVED i no longer have to tell people to not reblog those and make their own posts to avoid the chain creations!!!#tagged#tagging meme#ongreenergrasses#fanfic tag#fic writer tag#my post#mine#lilo writes#lilo writes behind the scenes#nov'22#30.11.22#x
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List 3 of your favorite sims from other simmers you enjoy and explain why (Send this to 10 other blogs 💖💖)
Hayle @izayoichan - I've loved Hayle since he appeared in Chris Ward's BC and I was rooting for him to win. So so happy he did. Who doesn't love an ice god in human form learning about emotions for the first time. As the story progressed I've fallen more and more in love with him and Chris.
Oscar @rebouks - I've been hooked on Oscar's story since I stumbled upon a reblog of it on my dash. I had to know the rest of the story as the saying goes. I had to know what kept Courtney going back to this guy who was into drugs not using them but dealing them. Then I just got caught up in all their lives.
Loch @amuhav - I'll admit my love for him and Ash was a slow burn kind of thing. They were just in the background. I don't think I took much notice until everyone found out about him and Ash and things literally fell apart. His breakdown made him more real and I couldn't help but root for him despite all his annoying flaws. And I think he needs to fight RIver and be the heir XD (I know the reasons but River done ripped my heart out after what he did to Ollie)
Honorable mentions: Ross @nikatyler - From the gameplay posts I've rooted for him to get with Caleb. They always felt like end game to me.
Arlo @mahvaladara - I have a love hate relationship with him and his story. I'm on a swinging pendulum of emotions. I want him to be happy and well while at the same time despising him for his choices in helping Apollo.
Victor @stargazer-sims - I've been wrapped up in Victor's story from the beginning. Although I don't necessarily agree with his choices and though I like Yuri I'm not convinced they're right for each other.
Grant @holocene-sims - Grant I'm rooting for you to find all the happiness you deserve.
I think I should stop now because I'm sure I could continue because there are so many sims I love.
Thank youi for the ask!
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Hello! I think the concept of your story is really interesting and I’m looking forward to playing the demo 🫶
Also, how would the ROs react if the MC had to seduce someone in order to get something (like information) and, even if it was just pretend, the MC was really good at making it seem like they really were interested in the other person (but they weren’t of course)
Have a nice day/night 💛
Hi! Thank you, I hope you also have a great day/night <3
Knows it’s just pretend, but watching you flirt with someone else so well is tearing them apart inside. Will be a little distant and feel awful about it:
Aeryn, Niran
THAT’S NIR MC!!! GO BADDIE!!! Super supportive of you being a total themme fatale:
Elex
Isn’t bothered because xe trusts you 100%:
Hayle
Promptly decides no information is worth this and goes to collect his partner. Threatens the person you were flirting with with all manner of horrifically painful things:
Kyan
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ok so ill make this post prettier soon i promise- but heres the list of things i will and will not write; pls make sure to either ask me (you can reach out into my dm's or my inbox!) or reference this when requesting fics and headcanons from me!
will write - genres fluff, romance, smut, suggestive, horror, and ill try action/battle scenes but im not very good at those imo
will write - kinks (nsfw) i will write most kinks, but as i write fanfiction as a way to vent out everything that im not getting for myself, so here's some of the kinks that will be very prevalent in my fics: choking, dacryphilia, breeding, brat taming, punishment sex, praise, degradation, slut shaming (very different from degradation), consenting polyamory, consenting somnophilia, pet names, pet play (kitten, puppy, bunny, viper*) submissive bottom/service bottom!reader, the occasional alpha/omega, and a prolly borderline concerningly large amount of masochism/sadism.
will write - fandoms bleach, demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen; ateez, p1harmony, nct, my oc's from my old account @spicyseonghwas. i will post a list of characters + idols from each fandom that i'll write for... at some point. hopefully soon. (...?)
warning while on this topic: most of the ppl i write for are men. 𝓲𝓶 𝓰𝓪𝔂. i might expand a little bit as i go, but dont expect it.
1 - i will not write minor x legal smut/pedophilia, incest, rape scenes (flashback OR actual stories), and i will not write waste philias or necrophilia.
2 - i will not write extremely explicit/descriptive physical abuse scenes. there might be short flashbacks if i start reposting certain fics from my old account, but there will be heavily emphasized warnings whenever those things appear.
3 - i will not write for female readers, idols or characters. yes yoruichi shihouin is wife, and i will def write for her. she is the only exception. that does not make me any less valid as a homosexual man. bite me and get torn, or just dont get pressed at me about it.
please read :
i will write the very incredibly occasional hot stepdad fic, but the reader and stepdad!character will both be 18 or older. this is a very controversial topic and i understand that, but here's my view on the situation...
step parents are not related by blood to their step children, and therefore it isn't incest. take it or get off my blog, because if you get upset at my view on this topic (i understand that some people will, thats fine with me.) and choose to start a fight with me, or i get wind of you yapping about me on your blog or to other blogs, you will be so heavily embarrassed that you will likely a) lose many followers or b) probably never come back onto this website/app.
i will also report you.
please read #2 :
i (hada, im going by hada currently) am the primary owner of this account, YES I KNOW. but hayle also shares this account with me, and i as the grand all powerful creator of this account have given hayle equal power to me. as a result of this (very much unchangeable) decision, he might end up writing a little bit as well.
please read #3 :
i will most certainly not be posting fics regularly until the end of state testing ends. bite me.
thank you for coming to my ted talk.
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Famous Five Art Nostalgia #19 – Part 3
Introductory post
Part 1
Part 2
Five Go to Demon’s Rocks – La boussole du Club des Cinq
Original publication date: 1961 (UK), 1963 (France)
(Cover art by Umberto Nonna, 1981)
Plot summary (adapted from Wikipedia):
Irascible scientist Quentin Kirrin informs his wife, Fanny, that his colleague, Professor Hayling, will be arriving a week early for a stay at Kirrin Cottage. The professor is accompanied by his son, Tinker, who has a propensity for imitating vehicular noises and has brought his pet monkey, Mischief. Also arriving are Quentin and Fanny's daughter, George, and her cousins, Julian, Dick and Anne, and George's dog, Timmy. The ensuing crowded and noisy household upsets the two scientists, prompting Tinker to propose the children spend their holiday at his abandoned lighthouse at Demon's Rocks, located 10 miles away.
(Monkey meets dog…)
(A rowdy car ride!)
After settling in at the lighthouse, the children meet an elderly retired sailor, Jeremiah Boogle, who tells them of his youthful encounters with three villains who lured ships to Demon's Rocks and plundered the wrecks. He says the ringleader, One-Ear Bill, hid a treasure trove which has never been found. Two of One-Ear Bill's descendants, Jacob and Ebenezer, now show tourists through the wreckers' cave. Jacob burgles some items from the lighthouse and also steals the key.
(The old sailor Jeremiah tells a thrilling tale about the Wreckers from his youth)
When the children visit the cave, Mischief discovers a gold coin.
(Jeremiah shows the children around the wreckers' cave)
Later, Ebenezer and Jacob lock the children in the lighthouse to prevent them from returning to the cave to hunt for the treasure, but Julian and Dick enter the cave network via a tunnel and discover the treasure.
Unable to reach the mainland because of the rising tide, they return to the lighthouse, light its lamp and ring an old warning bell amid a fierce gale to alert the villagers to their fate. Jacob and Ebenezer flee, and the children are rescued the next morning. Julian and Dick declare they will recover the treasure for the police and then the children will return to Kirrin Cottage.
(Dick and Julian find the treasure in the caves – quite by chance – but are pursued by Jacob and Ebenezer, who are also looking for the treasure)
[Note: The original English text specifies that Dick loses a few coins while fleeing from the villains, whereas the French translation doesn’t specify who loses the coins, merely stating “the boys' over-stuffed pockets let a few gold coins slip out and roll down the gallery.” So I cannot be sure who is who on this picture, and Nonna’s art style is no help with identifying the characters 😐]
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Thanks for reading!
#papillon82 reads#famous five art nostalgia#famous five#le club des cinq#enid blyton#illustrations#umberto nonna#thus concludes our nautical week!#next: ⛳🪣🌬️#see you soon!
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happy birthday!! 🌸
Thank u Hayls!! <3
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December 23rd - Part 3/3: 🎶
Lucas: Thanks, ready?
He had noticed him singing on most of the numbers, so he knew his voice should be nice and warmed up. Seeing Jonah nod, he gave the queue to Chris who started to play the intro to Noel. The song, the way Lucas sang it, had a soft, calm opening, where he let Jonah pick a tone to sing in, and then he adjusted his own. Whenever Jonah gave him a nervous look, he just smiled back with a nod.
As the song slowly rose in power, the actual surprise happened, as the kids from the orphanage walked in along with some of the adults, standing in front of the two. As they joined in, Lucas noticed it happening. Jonah’s voice rose in power, and as this happened, he wilfully lowered his own, until it was Jonah standing there singing his heart out along with the choir. River smiled and nodded as he saw the wink from his sunlight.
As the song ended and the applause started, Jonah blinked, finally noticing that Lucas was just standing next to him, with a soft smile on his face as he realized he had stopped hearing him sing a while into the song but had kept going.
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he noticed Lucas just nodded, which snapped him back to the applaus and the bowing that came. As the applaus eventually died down, and people started heading home, he turned towards Lucas who answered his question before he asked it.
Lucas: You were ready, you just needed a song that would make you forget what you were doing, this was the song.
Jonah: How did you know?
Lucas: When you practiced with us, it was the one song you lost yourself in singing, and let me just be the second voice. This time, I just had to wait for the right moment, and let you sing.
Lucas smiled as Jonah was swamped by his own family, hoping this would be that last step he needed to trust himself and his music. Feeling familiar arms around him he just leaned back, watching everyone around him, kids talking, adults talking, and he already had a feeling they would want to repeat something like this the next year.
River: Home?
Lucas: Home.
River still knew his sunlight enough to know concerts like these took its toll and his sunlight needed some time to calm down, and then a good night’s sleep as family christmas was tomorrow, and that would take quite a lot of energy as well. He had talked to Chris and Hayle and they had promised they would stay to make sure the Market was ready for the next day along with some others, so he let River take him home. Happy with what he had achieved.
(Jonah belongs to @dandylion240 )
#the ward legacy#the ward legacy: spoilers#simblr#sims screenshots#ts4 story#ts4 alpha#ts4#alphasims#alphacc#gshade#Lucas Sunstar#River Ward#all the rest of the wards#it just takes forever to write!#jonah reagan#and his idea did work#much like in practice#this is a song Jonah looses himself with#sorry the screenies are simple#but I did not find any kids singing deco sims#and posing a million sims did just not tempt#but I hope they show the point#Jonah taking the first big steps to his own solo career#I really suggest you listen to the song#because it really goes with the idea of this#and its really pretty too
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