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[guylikesfatgirls95]

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[artifatz]

Some individual ones from sequences I've recently created

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[glitteringcrab]

Campaign Manager Morty

I mayyy be splitting hairs here, because Evil Morty had exactly zero qualms over killing literally every Morty in the Citadel to escape and, even worse, over having hundreds of poor, innocent, deformed Mortys whipped during his times as president (it's like he put up a nice façade but was still internally seething and had to make someone suffer)--

--but what he did to poor Campaign Manager Morty was especially heartless, and it's always very painful to see it unfold, no matter how many times I re-watch it.

It's just that Campaign Manager Morty was so good. He had integrity. He had courage. He took it upon himself to murder his evil ex-boss to protect everyone else, even though he knew it would be a death sentence. He could have tried to leave the Citadel when he found the truth about EM, to save his skin, but he decided to act instead on behalf of everyone living there. When they brought him to the air-lock chambers where he'd be executed, even though he could tell what his imminent fate was, he showed no fear of death nor regret over having to face the repercussions of (what he thought was a successful) assassination. He was okay with throwing his life away for everyone else's sake. He only wanted to explain to the people executing him, that this was a good thing, that they weren't missing anything by having their favorite candidate executed. He had to explain why he did this. He wasn't evil, please understand...!

And when he found out that his ex-boss was still alive, his face filled with panic, because at that moment he knew that EM surviving meant EM would be seen as a poor innocent victim, and this assassination attempt just made things worse.

And then he finds out that Evil Morty won the elecions and panic takes over completely, even though he had nothing to win or lose any more. Even with his last breath, he tried to warn the others.

His death was truly tragic. He was a good Morty, undeserving of that fate. It was one of the cruelest things Evil Morty has done.

I mean, EM killed everyone, but he knew this Morty personally. He set him up. And he picked him for this very cruel fate because Campaign Manager Morty had the integrity to voice his honest (and negative) opinion on the campaign's chances of success. Which, if EM listened to him and left the race, would mean Campaign Manager Morty would lose his job. Campaign Manager Morty was honest enough to say to his boss something that would result in him losing his job.

Which in turn meant that EM knew Campaign Manager would have the guts to put himself in a self-destructive situation, if it meant "doing the right thing". EM knew (or at least took an educated guess) Campaign Manager Morty would act to protect everyone else, that he was a fundamentally good person, and still, not only killed him, but set him up for a very, very cruel fate, of trying to do the good thing and having it backfire completely, of losing all hope.

And today it hit me (again, I may be splitting hairs, because it's not like EM has a moral bar anyway) if one more reason EM did this completely heartless thing was: What if Campaign Manager Morty was actively demoralizing him?

I mean... think about it. Evil Morty looked very smug in those sequences (I actually remember thinking "what a moron" at that scene XD):

He already knew what to say in the debate and how to act to gain support. He had the confidence that he could pull this off.

But he didn't know he would pull this off. In fact, he barely won ("almost close enough to trigger a re-count") and this was with him getting himself shot and gaining votes through sympathy. If he hadn't arranged for his assassination attempt, he would have lost. He must have watched the polls closely, weighing his chances and deeming them Not Good Enough at that point.

And... he had given it his all to this attempt to take over the Citadel. By making himself a public figure, he invited scrutiny on his person (whether Trenchcoat Rick was hired/manipulated/mind-controlled by EM, or honestly stalking EM we have yet to see, but it's not unlikely someone would decide to look into this particular Morty more closely). I mean, they asked him his dimension number in an interview and he deflected. They could have kept pressing into his past. This whole thing risked blowing up to his face. And even if it didn't, if he lost the election race it'd be unlikely he'd get another chance like this one. He had to give this his all, he had to make it work, no matter what.

Evil Morty, who defaults in hiding, in making himself look harmless, in disappearing in the safety of the crowd, was desperate enough to make this work that he put himself in the metaphorical frontlines, turning himself into a public figure, getting himself shot, having to put up a permanent nice act to all those people he despised, in the hopes of freeing himself one day in the distant future. He may have been confident that he could pull this thing off, but actually pulling said thing off couldn't have been easy for him.

And there was obviously no one actually supporting him, because he has no friends. Sure, other Mortys supported "him", but not really. They had no idea what he really had in store for them. They didn't want him to win, they wanted the "nice Morty Candidate" to win (duh).

Any self-doubt, any emotional wavering, any exhaustion, he had to deal with by himself. Any cheering up, any hope, any courage he needed, he also had to provide himself, so that he could escape what he viewed as the unbearably horrible fate of being trapped in the CFC.

...And on top of that, when you are giving this your all, when you are at your most desperate to make this work because your first plan already failed and you might not get another chance like this, imagine having your own campaign manager telling you "no, actually, you won't succeed. Give up. Give up. Give up."

...And he sets up his Campaign Manager to give it his all to make sure everyone else escapes a very horrible fate, only to make him watch himself fail, to force him to face the desperation he kept (unwittingly) insisting Evil Morty should resign himself to.

...I don't know if I'm overthinking this, but Evil Morty's treatment of his campaign manager suddenly feels a lot less cold and heartless and a lot more furious and vengeful.

(I will still mourn Campaign Manager Morty forever; he was the best Morty)

#evil morty #rick and morty #Campaign Manager Morty

[theonemeathead]

Spy x Reader, "Damn Spys"

hello! sorry for the lack of content, all i do is work nowadays. here's a spy x reader smutfic in the meantime, enjoy!

tws for fem implied reader, afab anatomy

Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck.

You propelled yourself forward, skidding down the hall. You slightly fumbled over yourself, quickly regaining your balance before sprinting off again. Everyone was on edge, it was a code red; BLU Spy was in the base. Ironic. You had little time to look for him, before God knows what might happen to all of you.

You turned sharply to the right, your loaded gun in your hand. You carried something high calliber in situations like this, it was necessary. Spys were sneaky and played dirty, they toyed with their prey until they had their fill and, only then, did they go for the kill. For all you knew, there could be duplicate of yourself running around, gaining your team's trust. Trust nobody when a Spy is in your midst.

You gunned for the intelligence room. It was only a matter of time before your briefcase was picked up and stolen by the French version of a modern day Boogeyman. You stood in front of the door, racking your brain for the code. It changed weekly, it was never the same input. Soldier normally left the code on a bright yellow sticky note above the keypad, but it seems this was the one time he'd forgotten. You typed in multiple sequences before a familiar chime played, the lock lighting up green and clicking open. Proud of yourself, you turned the doorknob, laying eyes on the briefcase immediately. You scanned the room, carefully. Spys had multiple tricks up their sleeves, including the ability to cloak. Turning invisible was not just a parlor trick when it meant you could end up, face-down, with a flashy balisong dug deep into your back.

Nodding your head, you began walking backwards. You were about to turn around and high-tail back to the others, desperate to be anything but by yourself, when you tripped over... nothing? You had fallen backwards, right on your ass. You were lucky none of the others were here, but then that led to your next question. What could have possibly been in your way? You didn't have time to think before the eerie sound of a Spy decloaking rang out, causing goosebumps to appear immediately on your body. You whipped around, catching the wrist of a very familiar man.

A Spy.

Your brow furrowed, you didn't think twice before pulling him down, towards you. He stumbled, falling forward slightly as you moved to the side. He was so light, so easy to just push around. You wondered how someone so skilled could just be tossed like nothing. You had never really touched a Spy, you tried to stay away from any of them as much as possible. The soft silk of his satin navy jacket felt heavenly, it was a shame he was trying to kill you. He tossed his beloved butterfly knife from one hand to the other, skillfully catching it and swinging back in one graceful motion. You had barely managed to jump back, hardly escaping being sliced like swiss cheese. He seemed to be getting growingly more frustrated the longer you two kept up what felt more like a waltz, than a fight. You kept narrowly avoiding lethal cuts, pushing him around as if he weighed nothing. Having had enough, he growled, fading away in a cloud of smoke again. All that indicated he was still here was the sound of his heeled footsteps.

"Turning invisible? That's cheap," you whispered more to yourself, than anyone. You panted, your senses were heightened from anxiety. Your eyes flicked around, he could be anywhere, now. The hair on your neck stood up immediately when you felt a lingering presence beginning to creep up behind you. As if on queue, he decloaked, his weapon drawn and ready to spill blood. The blade yearned for the sweet taste of that metallic crimson, and it had your name written all over it. You knew the feeling, you've grown familiar with the searing sting that would strike you down in between your shoulder blades. Being backstabbed was nothing more than just a common occurrence on the battlefield, but in your own base, it was laced with something that dug deeper than just the length of a knife; Shame.

You caught him once again, your eyes locked with his. His brow was angled down, tightly pinned together as he tried to keep pushing past the grip you had on him. Seems Soldier's training does pay off. His steel tinted eyes glistened in flickering light of the overhead LEDs, the red light of the alarm illuminating him every now and then. You took a moment to admire what little bit of his face you could see. His eyebrows were well trimmed, as if he plucked them himself. There was a slight crease on the bridge of his nose, the hook leaving a deep indent in between his eyes. You could smell the distinct scent of aftershave from how close you were, along with a fragrant cologne. His teeth, although perfect, were slightly stained from nicotine. You could see the remnants of what would be where his facial hair would grow, a shadow all that's left of what was once there. He was well kempt, you'll give him that. You had half-forgotten you were about to die, until you felt your hand falter slightly. His butterfly knife was dangerously close to the vital atery in your neck. You didn't know what to do, you felt cornered.

So, naturally, you swung your other hand up to meet the fabric of his inky blue balaclava. Taking a fistful of the fabric, you yanked it off, tossing it far off to the side. He stared, wide-eyed down at you. You felt his movements stutter, as if expecting anything but that to have happened. You took the window of opportunity to knock the balisong out of his hands, watching as it slid itself under a set of filing cabinets. Now, you were face to face with Spy, yet he didn't have the illusion of hiding behind a mask anymore. He backed off, creating distance between you two.

His cheek bones were high and defined, his jaw almost chiseled. He had a few wrinkles, frown lines and crow's feet, indicating he was aged. Much older than you. The part that surprised you the most was how much hair was under his disguise. He had a headful, most of it slicked back to the top of his head. It was a dark shade of brown, almost black. Grey streaks formed from the root, fanning back and feathering through the rest of his wavy hair. You were awestruck, to say the least.

"You're beautiful." Your words came out, breathless. You watched his frantic expression shift to one of blatant confusion.

"Pardon?" He had been called many things, handsome, sexy... but never beautiful. He flushed slightly at your compliment before quickly shaking his head. You had just ripped his mask off, sent his most prized possession flying across the room, and now you had the gall to compliment him?

He sculked towards you, watching as you took a step back everytime he moved forward. You stopped abruptly when your lower half bumped into the table; The table your intelligence sat on. He trapped you, slamming both of his long, skinny arms around your frame. Instinctively, you shrunk down. He was tall, so much taller than you. You flinched when he brought a hand up to your waist, taking the gun from its holster. He sat it on the floor, kicking it far away from where you both stood. Now you were both defenseless in the sense that you both lacked weapons.

"Do you know what I do to those who've seen my full identity, mon chérie?" The words rolled off his tongue, venom dripping from his words. The way he spoke sent shivers down your spine. And although he worked for the enemy, you felt yourself wanting him to say more, to do more to you. Were you into this?

"What?" It sounded meek, desperate even. Damn Spys are all the same; Flirty and suave. But, God, was he good at it. He smirked, a sinister undertone etched deep into his expression. He traced a gloved hand from the top of your knee, up towards your inner thigh. He kneaded teasing circles, dangerously close to the warmth between your legs. You were embarrassed how aroused this was getting you. The risk of being caught in an open space like this, the thrill of flirting with someone who you were supposed to hate, it was all too much. He chuckled darkly, pressing himself into you, the crotch of his slacks rubbing against your soft body.

Oh, he was getting off on this too.

"Why don't I show you." He wrapped one hand around your neck, digits pressing slightly into the vulnerable flesh between his fingers. Tenderly, he connected his lips to yours. He reveled at the way you whined into the kiss, amused by how needy you were. He allowed you to unbutton the jacket of his suit, helping you peel it off. Tongues danced around each other, the taste of mint and menthol numbing your senses. He was so intoxicating, he made even a sloppy makeout feel elegant.

He broke the kiss, a small string of saliva still connecting your mouths. You panted, pulling him by the loops of his slacks. Eagerly, you went for the zipper, ready to have your brains fucked out. Yet, it was his turn to catch your wrists. He sternly looked at you, pushing your hands back to your chest. You swallowed thickly, obeying the silent command. Instead, you opted to move to yourself. You fiddled with the buttons of your own jeans, hastily pulling them down to your ankles and off. You hopped up on the table behind you, gasping when cold steel made contact with your warm, bare skin. Spy watched you, eagerly. His gaze was hungry, maybe even desperate. There was no 'double' of you yet, MannCo. was still working out the kinks of it all. Perhaps seeing you flaunt yourself on the battlefield drove him crazy. Perhaps that's why it felt like he targeted you during those matches, to get close to you, to feel you. You reminisced often of the times of how he would hold you as you faded to Respawn.

Broken from your thoughts, you felt the leather material of an expensive glove paw at the bottom of your shirt. He looked at you for confirmation, in which you obliged by helping him lift it up and off. Experienced hands trailed to your back, masterfully unclipping your bra. It felt so nice, being pampered like this. You allowed it to fall of your shoulders, the straps sliding down your bicep as you peeled the coarse material off. You were bare beneath him, save for your panties.

"Tu es belle, mon ange," he spoke, breathlessly. He dipped, leaving soft kisses down your jaw and towards your collarbone. He lapped at the crook where the dip of your neck met your shoulders, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. He sucked, a slight sting beginning to form from the sensation. Your breath hitched, a small gasp leaving you as you felt the familiar tenderness of a bruise beginning to form. He plastered you with marks, as if claiming you. Claiming you, the 10th mercenary of the RED team, for BLU.

You laced one of your hands in his greying hair, instinctively pulling at the soft strands when he bit down particularly harsh. You heard a low groan, causing another wave of heat to pool between your legs. Seemingly satisfied with the dark purple marks littered across your upper body, he began making his way down. Leaving slow, sensual kisses down your sternum and towards your chest and down your stomach. He looped his fingers around the band of your underwear and began pulling. He slid them down with little trouble, caressing the back of your leg with his other hand as he did so. Even in the blaring alarms, he could still see how you glistened for him.

"You seem to be enjoying this, ma fleur," he purred. You let out a shakey breath, eyes following the hand that trailed from you knee, down towards your warmth. You sighed in bliss when you felt the foreign material of his gloves delve into the folds of your cunt, rubbing expertly around your clit. He started slow, making you whine and grind back against him.

"More, please. I need more." Your voice was lined with ecstasy. He chuckled, amused by how you didn't beat around the bush. Maybe you weren't so hard to break.

"Whatever you wish."

You grabbed his wrist, arching into the touch as he rubbed faster. It was insane how good at this he was. You began to feel a coil, as if a something inside of you was beginning to tighten. You rocked your hips in rythm with his fingers, biting your lip to hold back how loud you wanted to be. Eventually, it snapped. Your grip tightened on his arm, your eyes screwed shut as you felt hot bliss course through tour body. He worked you through it, stopping when you finally came down. You looked up at him, mouth slightly agape. The Frenchman grinned, maniacally, down at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling from pride.

A silent look was shared between the two of you; A knowing look. He unfastened the buckle of his belt, allowing his pants to slide down towards the floor. He kept his shirt and tie on, but allowed you to pull his briefs down, studying your reaction as you watched his hard cock spring free. He was a lot longer than you imagined, yet not thick. He was uncircumcised, his cock a bit darker than the rest of his body. You watched as he pumped himself a couple of times, the head of his cock peaking out. It was a light pink, cute in a weird way. You watched as a line of clear precum dripped towards the floor.

He guided the tip towards your aching pussy, slowly sliding himself into the wetness of your body. He let out a long groan, as if he hadn't done this in a long time, as if he needed to use your body. You gasped when he bottomed out, the head of his cock resting against your cervix. You whimpered, desperate for him to create friction. Just like him, it had been a while since you'd done this too.

He pulled his hips back, testing the waters before pushing fully back into you. He positoned himself above you so that his hands were pulling you up towards him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, encasing him deep inside you. You threw your arms around his neck, one planting itself deep in his hair, yet again. He fucked into you, rough and fast. Every thrust illicited an even more vulgar moan from you. It didn't help he was rather noisy in your ear, either. Praising you in a language you didn't understand, groaning your name. Not your class name either; Your real name.

Suddenly, he hit a spot, his cock dragging fully against it. He abused it, knowing what it was doing to you. You couldn't even get the words out before you reached your climax, biting down on his shoulder to muffle your noises. This seemed to be what pushed him over, the way you tightened around him and moaned his name, it was too much. He released, deep inside the warmth of your body. You could feel yourself getting filled, bred to the brim with his cum beginning to leak out of you. He pulled out, leaning back to gaze into your eyes. His gaze was gentle, almost loving. Maybe this is what he needed, a companion. After 23 years, it felt nice to just hold somebody. To you, it felt nice to be held.

You both knew this was not going to be a one time thing.

"SPY, COME IN. HAVE YOU PENETRATED THE DEFENSES, YET? OVER." The voice of the BLU Soldier rang out over Spy's watch. He groaned, rolling his eyes before raising it to respond.

"I've penetrated something, oui," he winked at you, taking his other hand and combing his hair to slick back down. He got dressed, pulling the mask back on as the final touch. He left a quick kiss on your forehead, before clicking something on his watch. He nodded his head at you, standing at the exit. "Until again, mon ange."

You watched as he ran off down the hall, disappearing into a cloud of smoke. You shook your head, amused.

As you slid your shirt back on, finally fully dressed, the weight of what had happened had hit you. He was still the BLU Spy. You whipped your head back to the table, eyes widening as you noticed that your team's briefcase was now missing. Your jaw dropped and all you could do was stand there as the Administrator's voice rang through the base, disappointment evident.

"You've failed! The enemy has secured our intelligence."

Damn Spys.

#tf2 #team fortress two #tf2 x reader #tf2 fandom #spy tf2 x reader #tf2 spy #tf2 spy x reader #spy tf2 #spy

[somekindofsentience]

katya and dmitry (my beloveds), or discussing mutation motifs in texts from a biological and psychological standpoint

CONTENT WARNING: DISCUSSIONS OF MENTAL ILLNESS AND HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION.

READING-THIS WARNING: I MISINTERPRET STUFF A LOT, THIS IS PURELY MY INTERPRETATION OF THE SERIES. SORRY IF I'M WRONG. :(

When I first watched through Parties are for Losers and its respective songs, my brain was already whirring. Come on. I'm a Vocaloid nerd, obviously I have to look into it, and I know something is up, which means the analysis brain begins. I really enjoyed the Evillous Chronicles, and it seemed as though this was similar. Unlike it, this was actually in English (being set in Russia), and the narrative felt inherently more understandable, although that may just be because it's only 13 songs, compared to Evillous' 82.

AND it covers topics of biology and its affects on psychology. it's perfect. why have i never heard of this before??!?!?!?

There's a lot of aspects to explore within PafL, but I want to specifically focus on Katya (KT) and Dmitry, and their mutations, taking a biological and social approach to their current mental state. I will refer to Katya by her full "name" because it feels a little more humanising, and our baby girl deserves that.

Human experimentation/mutation is a fascinating topic to explore, because it questions the essence of humanity itself - how could you do that to another human being, a child, no less? End and Save is one of my favourite webtoon comics because of this. The abilities that these children gain typically have significant disadvantages, due to the inherently unethical nature of the creation. In some ways, the mutation itself explores corruption.

Biologically, genetic mutations are a natural occurrence, resultant from selection. We are nowhere near the current level needed to cause significant mutation like that of Katya and Dmitry's, and despite what most people think, there's actually no real intention to head in that direction. Therapeutic gene editing (LITERALLY MY SPECIALISED INTEREST. LIKE I WANT TO GO INTO THIS IN THE FUTURE. THIS IS PERFECT.) strays away from eugenics, and focuses on curing genetic disease. It's a fascinating topic of research, and one I hold dear to me. CRISPR my beloved

Katya's mutant ability is directly related to stress. It causes the extensive growth of tissue when she's in a stressful situation, and she has limited control over the flesh. This then has to be cut off, leaving serious wounds to heal on her skin.

art by Ferry

Taking this biologically, it would have to be mutation related to extreme cell division in tissue - in more simple terms, it's not unlike cancer, where a cell does not consider the required markers for division, and instead rapidly divides. Katya's seems far more controlled than cancer, sticking only to particular sites, and also significantly more extreme. Considering the stress required, it may actually be related to an influx of hormonal changes during stress sequences.

As a result of this, Katya is hypersensitive to the emotion of others and can tolerate a high amount of stress, with inherent optimism. She's relatively simple, and tries her best not to let her abilities weigh her down. In the end, she resigns herself to undeserving of true kindness, suggesting she has some well-hidden low self-esteem.

Dmitry's mutant ability seems more controllable, and therefore powerful, than Katya's. He has the ability to pick up anything, with vague limitations on weight, provided he knows specific location and it is within a 15 metre radius.

art by Ferry

Telekinesis from a biological standpoint? I'm not opening that can of worms. I'm not even gonna try. Make it up yourself. I'm pretty sure A Certain Scientific Railgun couldn't even really explain Kuroko's powers, and I'm one small scrawny rat.

Dmitry suffers severe physical consequences as a result of this ability, even using it regularly - severe headaches, loss of consciousness, and dizziness, which can been seen when he attempts to save Anya. Dmitry is significantly more cautious of the outside world than Katya is, and he's somewhat more hostile, threatening Yura and Sanya when he is blackmailed. However, he's practical, likely from the skills taught to him through use of telekinesis.

Dmitry and Katya were set out to have a negative relationship, due to the power dynamics between the two of them making them inherently different people. Dmitry was used for several years as an "assistant" to test Katya's abilities, and seems to hold a grudge with her over that. They have differing opinions on the outside world, particularly due to the way Dmitry's inhumanity was repeated to him often, as the lab researchers began to fear his power. He's not so pessimistic that he acts as contrast to Katya, but the clashing elements still causes them to go their separate ways in KT's Guide.

I couldn't find any specific links between the use of GUMI as KT and Fukase as Dmitry, but I'm sure there is some when considering the different Vocaloids used as a whole. I just wish I could understand what it was, but I don't quite know enough about Vocaloid as a whole for that. Alternatively, it could just be because of gender and the fact that both sound good with the style of the song.

song i wrote this listening to (after PafL, of course): sleep thru ur alarms by Lontalius

it's been a rough night, okay? i needed this as a distraction.

thanks so much to powercoreact for the suggestion! i genuinely really enjoyed this, and you hit my secret hidden love for vocaloid right in the feels. can you believe i watched this like an hour ago??? i feel like i've known it for years.

#vocaloid #vocaloid analysis #parties are for losers #pafl #katya pafl #dmitry pafl #i'm so attached to them all now #my little babies sjhsjhsjhsjhs #look at me #churning out analysis #perhaps i'll regain my god title #Spotify #sentience's stuff

[gummybugg]

Do you have any advice on switching between perspectives in a story?

How often is too often, how many perspectives is too many, and how to make feel less jarring when you're suddenly following an entirely different character? Any other tips?

Thanks for the ask! I'll slap a large title here to condense things:

How to Swap Between Perspectives: A Mini Writing Guide

Hmm, advice on swapping perspectives... I don't think there's a "jarring" way to swap between perspectives as long as you do it for a Reason.

I would say, "Oh, nah, there's never too many POVs!" But I feel like there can be to some extent. There's no clear Number I can place as a cap, but I just want you to keep in mind Why you have all these perspectives.

It's worth noting that POV swapping occurs in both 1st Person and 3rd (both I am currently writing). I can use my WIP Crater City as an example for the sake of simplicity. Now Onwards we go!

Ok, I want you to ask yourself this: "Is there something I would Gain by swapping characters?" I personally don't use multiple perspectives for the fun if it, I do it because

The character's emotions/experiences are an important storytelling component. For example: Frasier's perspective is the most reliable when it comes to explaining the ins and outs of Crater City when compared to Blair/Elijah. Only Frasier knows how he feels, and he has very important feelings I'd like to highlight. Otherwise, we would never know because he's typically very reserved. It really comes down to weighing whose perspective is the most Significant for that scene. Sometimes, you can even include more than one perspective for a scene, but that can easily become overwhelming/redundant*.

It can offer a crucial character-building moment. Flashbacks, dream sequences, etc. These can be slipped in between scenes/diaogues (but be careful it's relevant and doesn't break the mood) or put in their own chapters. I'm probably not the best person to ask how to write these scenes, but I can tell you to Write with a Purpose!

Speaking of mood, perhaps you think the scene would sound better in another character's POV due to their personality or what have you. There doesn't always need to be a reason, but I try to be intentional in what/how I write. Example: Blair is lackadaisical, and a scene where he's stuck in an elevator would be much funnier than if it were in Elijah's POV, even though they're both in the same scene together. Alternatively, Elijah’s serious perspective could be used to highlight more serious scenes later on, as opposed to Blair. It's kind of like swapping filters on a stage light. Use your characters' traits to your story's advantage!

Or Sometimes, we need to know what's happening behind the scenes. I would swap to Frasier's POV when I need the audience to know something our heroes do not. Perhaps Frasier is on the phone with Darcy, reporting that he's found something incriminating about Blair. And now we understand why bots were sent out to arrest Blair and Elijah! Oh, the magic of dramatic irony!

*My idea of overwhelming would be too many different POVs for the same scene (in 1st person), unless the perspectives each serve a purpose. Or even too much ping-ponging between perspectives in 3rd person [omniscient]. You want to hone your perspectives, not confuse your readers! Perspectives are a very important part of storytelling and definitely have the power to make or break a scene!

As for making the swap less jarring:

I had to Google this one, and there's no shame in that! From what I gathered, some people like to Establish a Pattern to rotate through perspectives so readers know who to anticipate. Well, I've also seen others Not do that, and instead, follow a Linear Storyline, swapping POVs out when they see fit. Another great tip would be to make it abundantly Clear who is speaking in the chapter/scene. Slap their name at the top, or what have you!

At the end of the day, one of the best ways to know if a swap is jarring/confusing is to have someone else Read your work.

And when swapping between perspectives, always ask yourself, "Why am I using this perspective? What will I gain?" But also: "What will I lose?" Very important things to keep in mind!

And of course, I'm sure I missed some things. But we're all here to Learn, so feel free to Add on!

#thanks for the ask! #writing tips and tricks #writeblr #writing #crater city wip #my wip #This ask reminded me to write with a purpose #Sometimes I need a little reminder! #writing community #The title still needs working on but its fine #writing perspectives #3rd person pov #1st person pov

[murdermeadow]

Okay, here's something I'd REALLY love to hear. Thoughts on Joran!

OHHHH MY GOODNESS. OH THIS IS A GOOD ONE.

he is so perfect. well. obviously not perfect but, of course, he's an amazingly written character. his reveal as Consul J was INSANE, I never expected it (rewatching cutscenes and looking back with hindsight was one of the craziest things after finding out... he's literally been there the Whole Time but never said anything until he found the chance to).

I think his turn to villainy makes sense, seeing how he constantly felt sidelined, and just so very desperately wanted to mean something to the others. all his friends were phenomenal in their fields, and he was just... Joran. he felt like a constant burden on them, always weighing his friends down. he never felt like he could fly. so the fact that Moebius was able to manipulate him into becoming one of them makes complete sense and is honestly so fitting!!! they promised him that if he continued on in the endless now, then he could redeem himself and gain the strength to be just like the rest. he wouldn't have to be weak anymore. the fact they paired him up with Dirk is so fascinating to me as well. cuz like, Dirk's some homicidal absolute abomination of a person, and yet he was paired with this vengeful child. his wickedness allowed for Joran to only plummet further into those depths of despair and feelings of inferiority. with this stronger, more despicable man, he could be strong. Dirk could teach him how to "fly" (it's in quotation marks because it isn't true flight, it's a desperate mockup for a strength that can only be found from within.)

the dynamic between him and Lanz hurt me SO MUCH too. Lanz wants to care for and protect everyone all the time, especially Joran, but since he could never help himself and never realized his true worth, he ended up getting on Lanz's nerves. because he knows that Joran is worth so much more than what he says or believes, and it aggravates him to see his friend not realize that. their final scene together is so bittersweet. the fact he never got to apologize for the longest time was utterly heartbreaking too.

and speaking of that final scene... god, it was perfect. seeing him finally snap out of that Moebius induced mania was so incredibly refreshing, I was cheering in my seat as I watched. it took him so long to realize his worth, but he got there. he did it in the end, and sacrificed himself so that his friends that he cherishes so very deeply could continue along their path. the way they gave him, and the rest of the Keves crew closure was so incredibly beautiful. such an amazing sequence. also, the fact they tortured Dirk with it all the while was amazing (Eunie totally deserved the revenge).

overall, I think he's absolutely amazing. despite being a secondary character, he was incredibly influential and his ties to everything that happened were insane to think about after finishing his arc.

also, this one comes with an extra doodle too. awhile ago I was thinking about him, and wondered what it'd be like if he got the chance to properly grow up (and it made me a bit emotional tbh fjskdj), so I doodled up a design for his older self

I think he'd rock the longer hair..

#leechies rambles #xc3 #xc3 joran #ty for the asks as always! #leechies asks?! #that gets to be a tag now too

[heartatackuriel]

Here is an invented sequence of Splash Woman from MegaMan.

At first we have a slim and toned Splash Woman, she is totally in shape.

Secondly, Splash has a noticeable belly, she let herself go for a while and gained a bunch of weigh, so much that her belly ripped her corset dress.

Thirdly, she accepted her fatness and kept gaining weight, now she's obese and started modeling as a BBW Mermaid, but the fatness has started to being a time race for Splash.

Fourthly, a Morbidly Obese Splash Woman, all that stuffing developed on her a robotic equivalent of diabetes and high cholesterol, but it ain't matter for her, she is ready for a huge binge, a burger binge that only she could handle, I hope her heart can handle it too.

Finally, all the weight she gained has taken tool on her robotic heart, her bad shape, added to a diet composed only by fats, sugar and junk foods, and her last binge of cuadruple burgers has clogged her oil artheries with grease and stopped her heart.

Fortunately fo her, her heart was mechanical. Just a cleaning up and maintenance and ready for more and more and more unhealthy eating and lack of exercise until the next time her heart stops.

#death feederism #heart attack #high cholesterol #obese woman #unhealthy fat #woman heart attack #Splash Woman

[cammyluvss]

my rating of k-12 movie for the first time watching it

10/10 THIS IS MY FAVORITE MOVIE.

k12 describes the struggles of fitting in with societal norms and growing up not to mention that the movie was literally written by mel herself. ,the music is absolutely amazing. i could legit watch this movie over and over again and never get tired of it. k12 is a movie that is entertaining and thought provoking and its a film that is deserving of recognition because it is one of the best movies ever made, if not the best.

K12 has so many things that make it a rly wonderful and memorable film:3 first and foremost is its use of music. the music in this is not only catchy and memorable, but it also helps to advance the plot and understand the meaning and the struggles of school and growing up as a female in this society. the songs have deeper meanings that reflect the things that crybaby is going through. additionally the music in k12 is also visually stunning. with many of the songs having gorgeous visuals that let me tell you they made my jaw drop.

how she used dance and art in k12 is also important to the films success.. k12 features a shit ton of dance sequences that not only show crybabys incredible dancing but also visually represent her emotions!! The use of art in k12 is honestly eqally impressive, with many of the movies scene incorporating cool visual effects that are sure to take peoples breath away because it surely did to mine. the combination of music dance and art makes k12 a visually stunning film that is surely one of the best movies and definitely my favorite movie. is deserved so much more attention and recognition bro.

K12 also adresed many important and relevant issues that relate to the school experienc e such as gender and social expectations. crybaby struggles with these issues throughout the film and the film ultimately is her finding confidence to be herself and to not conform to the excpectatians. th is message is not only important but it is also sure to resonate with ppl who may have struggled with similar issues!!:)

In conclusion k12 is a film that is not only entertaining, but also has a rly deep meaning and its use of music, dance and art really contributes to this movie. i loved it sm and these songs were a little too relatable lol. i absolutely would watch this over any movie ever. i struggled with having a bad body image growing up and still do. i feel like i weigh much less than i should, and that i need to gain weight or that im too tall and too skinny. i have really been hating how i look recently and putting myself down for it. and truthfully, this movie made me feel atleast a bit better about it. thank you melanie. :3

#melanie k12 #melanie martinez #k12 #k12 movie

[artifatz]

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#weigh gain kink #anime art #fat anime #chubby belly #weight gain #weight gain sequence #weight gain story

[grimnisdottir]

If it is not too troublesome I would love if you could write me even small snippet of Madatobi or Indratobi or all three together for this kind of idea:

Fantasy themed sorry if you dont do those!

Tobirama finds an old scroll, which he hear about from his parents or granparents(?) Or elders in clan you can decide if it is ninja world or modern. He decides to take it back to his own apartment to look at it properly. And study it.

He gets to go back to apartment and he accidentally summons creature/s from it.

Hi!

I hope this satisfies!

~~•~~•~~•~~

The thing about old family magicks was that it always meant something could go wrong. His mother made him swear not to touch the scroll, not unless he was prepared. Prepared for what? His mother never explained, and his father always just looked amused but never said a word.

Sighing, Tobirama taps the desk to the rhythm of some song that’s ringing in his brain. An ear twitches at the phantom sound, and his tail swings back and forth. He stares at the scroll.

It stares back.

Grumbling, he gives in to the urge and cracks the seal with a thumb, drawing blood. The old paper unravels over the desk, indigo lettering glowing lightly across the page.

Nothing else happens, and Tobirama’s interest flatlines. Groaning, the leopard rubs the bridge of his nose. He wanted the scroll to have something scientifically interesting. Perhaps information that would help his current study of time-space magic.

“Useless,” he mumbles as he gets up to head to his chest of old scrolls, twisting a wrist with a spell on his lips. The trunk opens, and several scrolls lift into the air. Humming, he picks through the offerings, but nothing catches his interest for now. Except for a groan, and a wash of magic erupts behind him.

Spinning around, he sees the magic twist and dance. It creates a beautiful sequence of numbers before water weighs in on his apartment. Fire follows, earth than air, and finally, a burst of light forces him to close his eyes lest he goes blind.

Magic dances on his skin playfully as if saying hello, and eventually, he gains the ability to open his eyes.

A winged man sits on his desk, a smirk dancing on his lips, and Tobirama feels the battle instincts kick in. This intruder will die.

“My, my, if it isn’t a snow leopard that’s a mage. Talented one too.” They speak with a voice deep as any ocean.

Tobirama’s tail flicks once in irritation but doesn’t move much after. Whoever this stranger was would be dead soon enough. If not by his magic circles, then by his hand.

“Get out,” he demands cooly, water pooling at his fingertips ready to drown and pull should he need to. However, the curious side of him calls Tobirama to stay his hand.

The stranger, with long dark hair, wings as dark as night, and delighted red eyes, simply smirks. Immediately his curiosity quiets, and water once again comes at his call with bits of lightning this time.

“Easy, it’s just been a while since a Hatake called. Not even a Senju. Your blood is strong, and I answered the call,” they say with their voice gaining a melodic tone.

Words of power, Tobirama notes, and slowly he relaxes.

“And may I ask the name of the one who answered my call?”

He didn’t call anyone, but he didn’t understand the writing on the scroll. No worries. He’ll deal with the consequences and remove it should this stranger become a threat.

“I am Madara,” they answer from their spot on his desk. “-and I’m your familiar.”

Tobirama scowls. Now he knows why his father always smirked. Familars were forever.

#madara uchiha #mdtb #madatobi #senju tobirama #fantasy #ask and you shall receive #idk what this is #it’s unedited #I wrote it on my phone please be kind #or not idc

[miloscat]

[Review] Clockwork Calamity in Mushroom World (Mac)

A platformer adventure drenched in whimsy.

I’ve been checking out some games lately by the eccentric and prolific indie game designer Sylvie. She describes her games as “surprising and cute”, as well as “completely normal”, which undersells how experimental and interesting they can be. This collaboration with Hubol is her largest yet, spinning out its ideas to satisfying ends.

Clockwork Calamity is half fetch quest exploration adventure, and half roguelite difficult platformer. These elements balance well together as you manage your resources and inventory space to facilitate diving into the expansive and labyrinthine “mushroom zones” for rare items to trade among the cast of adorable pixel girls.

In this lovely pixel world, time has stopped and you have to collect twelve mystical clock hands by fulfilling the dreams (ie. completing trading sequences) of the characters populating the four little hub worlds. Some just want a snack, some are investigating ancient secrets, some want to be rid of their paperclip collection. Their stories are a delightful mix of heartbreakingly sweet and brain-meltingly silly, complete with Sylvie’s typical intentionally odd writing style.

To get around, you have to master the unique movement mechanics. The mushroom-capped protagonist has floaty jumps that rebound violently off walls, which certainly makes things tricky but also allows for height-gaining bounces. Your bagged items also affect how you move, as rare shrooms can make you faster, or give you some hover time, and other objects can give you cars to ride, portable snakes to climb, or even—eventually—let you freely fly!

Of course, you have to weigh up the usefulness of these objects against your available bag space. Do you bring more kitteyshrooms for mid-air jumps, or save room to bring back more items from the mushroom zones? On top of this, everything has to be manually fit into your sack screen in a satisfying puzzle-like way, and objects can be tossed out at speed to either use, come back for later, or even as makeshift platforms.

Building a mental map of the hubs and their inhabitants’ wants was really fun, as was the gradual accrual of resources and new powers over time. The interlocking steps and mechanics came together really well, and as a player I felt the love that had gone into the game. It’s hard not to be charmed by Sylvie’s vocal accompaniment to the music tracks, the cheery pixel art, the cheeky sense of humour hiding some surprising depths. Also, the game became free six months after its release so there’s no excuse not to give it a try!

#indie #clockwork calamity in mushroom world #sylvie #review #mac #hubol

[libidomechanica]

“Our delight, betwixt me at least of firm”

A sonnet sequence

               1

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

               2

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

               3

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

               4

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

               5

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

               6

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

               7

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

               8

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

               9

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

               10

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

               11

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

               12

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

               13

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

               14

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

               15

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

               16

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

               17

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

               18

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

               19

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

               20

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

               21

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

               22

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

               23

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

               24

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

               25

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

               26

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

               27

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

               28

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

               29

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

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

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

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

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

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

               35

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

               36

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

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

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

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

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

               41

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

               42

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

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

               44

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

               45

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

               46

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

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

               48

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

               49

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

               50

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

               51

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

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

               53

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

               54

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

               55

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

               56

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

               57

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

               58

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

               59

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

               60

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

               61

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

               62

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

               63

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

               64

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

               65

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

               66

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

               67

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

               68

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

               69

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

               70

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

               71

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

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[maremote]

Thoughts on Silver and the war re: your post: 1) Silver never wanted the war in the first place and had no real personal investment in it beyond it being what Flint and Madi wanted, so I can’t imagine that he would have been happy fighting it long-term, even if nothing bad happened to Flint or Madi specifically, because the overall losses would have still weighed him down. 2) If he had kept going, eventually there would have been at the very least another close call with Flint or Madi, and I believe he would have then reacted the same way in *wanting* to end the war to ‘protect’ them, but he never would have been in a position to again - he would have been “trapped in the nightmare,” as he would phrase it. 3) If Flint or Madi DID die, I think he *would* go on with the war, but he would only be “fighting for the sake of fighting,” for even shallower reasons than Flint ever was because it would 100% be a vengeance thing for the sake of his own grief and guilt and not because he understands the systemic issues underpinning it all, which would probably lead to some poor leadership decisions and general misery. 4) No matter WHAT happened or did not happen, if Silver had allowed the war to go on, he would have blamed every loss on himself for failing to end the war when he could have and for accidentally inspiring Flint to start it in the first place. IMO that’s why ending it is so important to Silver, not just to protect Flint and Madi but because he would blame their deaths on *himself* if they happened, and he cannot take that kind of guilt emotionally. And I can’t see him ever being able to break out of that mindset while the war was moving forward because every loss would have exacerbated it.

yeah i think no matter what happened it would end in tragedy and i think that the flashback sequence effectively cracked the story. i think that's exactly why we got that flashback as late as we did because it essentially is the nail in the coffin, it's the pull-back-and-reveal of the century. again with the eleanor/vane parallels: silver at that point essentially dies the way eleanor dies at the end of s2, and after that he's just chipping away at himself and becoming more and more hollow, and i think that even if the three of them survived the war (unlikely) their relationships would have dissolved because silver would have dissolved, and every loss would have just made it harder for him & madi / him & flint to stay in step because they would draw meaning from every horror and loss and he would not be able to, not in the same way.

again it's so hard to say because what would happen if the story had continued would be highly predicated on silver's experiences pre-black sails and we're not allowed to have that. i think you're right that he would blame himself. i think you're right that his heart wouldn't really be in it. and i think flint & madi would be able to tell and i think inevitably something would crumble because again, once that flashback happens he gains a huge amount of narrative control and pair that with an ongoing war + no sense of identity + in it just because the people you love are...

i am also highly convinced that silver has some sort of experience with being on the receiving end of wars like this in a way flint does not, and i think the idea that good, strong things can be built is very strange and new and scary to him because i think he's far more familiar with destroying & running. of course so is flint- and he realizes this, and realizes how badly madi is needed in season 4, because i think he realizes that for all his ideals he doesn't know how to build new futures, he only knows how to destroy to build anew, whereas madi actually has the experience and strength to build good things from the freedom in the dark.

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Astrology Theories & Thoughts - Skyra ⭐️

There's something about A Killer Paradox that reminds me so much of myself, I can't stop thinking about it (I'm on my second rewatch now). Spoilers ahead!

I feel like it shows the burden of having Jupiter in Pisces as an 8th houser. The darkness you've been through in your life weighs heavy on your spirit, so as you sift through those painful memories attempting to make sense of them, you lose motivation to do anything else with your life (stuck reliving and making sense of painful memories and emotions). Instead of pursuing a societally functional life path, you depend on the addictive habits you've formed to bring you any sense of purpose or fulfillment. And because you have Jupiter in Pisces, you continue to experience a kind of dumb luck in the area of your addictions in which the Universe seems to support your dependencies. For instance, a person with Jupiter in Pisces who forms a dependency on a specific type of food (let's say seafood) will continue to have serendipitous moments on a consistent basis where seafood becomes available to them. Don't ask me why, it's simply how our fortune works. What we grow dependent on is what continues to be sent our way, almost like a kind of fuel.

Tang, in A Killer Paradox, ends up finding release in committing heinous acts of violence after years of being stifled/silent (again, stuck sifting through his emotional wounds). He finds a sense of purpose in committing these murders, especially after he realizes that the Universe seems to be supporting this addictive behavior when every one of his victims turn out to be perpetrators themselves. Even in the last moments of the drama when Tang surrenders, his dumb Pisces Jupiterian luck gains his freedom again as if it was his destined path (as an 8th houser) to deal with the darkness of this planet and himself firsthand and give in to his addiction which gave him a sense of release and entitlement/pride— which as an 8th houser, he was sorely lacking due to past trauma.

I fell in love with this drama from my very first watch and it's been gnawing at me until now, which is why I'm in the middle of a rewatch. There's something so symbiotic between me and this character Tang that I can't let go of it. It's not that I'm this violent angry person, I actually find it really difficult to express anger (yes, I'm a Cancer mars), but I'm at a similar point in my life as Tang was at the start of this series. Unmotivated, people around me asking when I'm going to figure out my life, caught up in a daze, and feeling like everyone's much more acquainted with how reality works than I am. I have this lurking sort of feeling within me that wants to act out, explode, and be wild like Tang ultimately becomes, but I don't want the fallout that comes with it. I want to experience the light version of Tang's journey. I want to find a way to address the darkness I see in the world and in myself without drowning in it. How can I be of service without depending on my own darkness? How can I address my own darkness while embracing the light? This is the equation I've yet to solve.

To be continued...

Also, just have to add: The scenes in this drama that feature dream sequences and loss of time/confusion of time are again staples in the Jupiter in Pisces + 8th house experience. I'm so in love with this show, you don't understand!

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Exploring the Strategic Depths involving Atomic Chess: A Game of Explosive Possibilities

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