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donamori · 6 months ago

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Please indulge me to speak at length about Don Quixote (post Warp Express Intervello)

Unfortunately, this will be riddled with spoilers, however, I'm not necessarily making this post to make any real predictions. I'm mostly just collecting my thoughts, crafting some theories, and talking at length about my thoughts on the upcoming canto, their possible themes, and to gush and wail about my most favoritest sinner ever. If you've finished Murder on the Warp Train then feel free to continue

Alright, end of the most recent Intervello, it was revealed (much to my surprise at least) that Don Quixote, our pride and joy and ever most excellent knight-errant, is in fact a Bloodfiend. A bloodfiend who apparently has their true form suppressed by Rocinante, the shoes Don wears that are named after the steed Don Quixote rides upon in the book.

This new reveal has millions of possibilities forming in my head for the upcoming Canto and here's the gist of what I've kind of formed and gathered from what we know so far in the world of Limbus and Project Moon as a whole, what I personally know about Miguel De Cervantes and his works, and the general thematic ties that are now unfurling within my noggin that I'm trying to spool together in this nice little indulgent post.

Let's start with Miguel De Cervantes:

For those who may not know, Cervantes is the author of Don Quixote, born in 1547, died in 1616. A few important tidbits that I think will be important in the upcoming Canto-

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Something that has been known for awhile is that Don's battle sprite does not list her name as Don Quixote but as Miguel. For awhile now I had been wondering if within Don Quixote's Canto we are going to receive some sort of reveal that Don Quixote is actually Miguel De Cervantes. Originally the basis of this theory I had was a quote from Cervantes about how "[he] would not exist without Don Quixote." (Something that was expanded upon in a lecture about Cervantes and Don Quixote that I found on youtube). In fact a large portion of that lecture, which I will link here, contributed to this idea I had built up in my head about the relationship between Miguel and Don.

What this essentially culminates to in my mind is that the Bloodfiend will reveal that they are Miguel, but for some reason or another, they "became" Don Quixote. So, in many loose adaptions of Don Quixote, this connection is typically made. In my personal favorite adaption, The Man of La Mancha, a musical about the book, they present the story of Don Quixote as a play for prisoners after Miguel Cervantes himself is arrested. And who is the man that plays Don? None other than Cervantes himself!

(you should really give it a watch, it's a lovely musical)

Now, within the book of Don Quixote itself, our titular hero sadly perishes at the end. He loses to the Knight of the Mirror (who is actually the Bachelor Sanson Carrasco, a man hired by Don's family to bring him home) and returns home. He then dies in his bed after renouncing the name of Don Quixote and all of his adventures. Saying with much seriousness that he is not Don Quixote, but Alonso Quijana. He leaves money to Sancho and his estate to his niece and then soon passes (after a heartfelt appeal from Sancho to return to adventuring together once more.)

After his death, the book ends with the author who is detailing Don Quixote's history writing this final paragraph-

"For me alone was Don Quixote born, and I for him; it was his to act, mine to write; we two together make but one, notwithstanding and in spite of that pretended Tordesillesque writer who has ventured or would venture with his great, coarse, ill-trimmed ostrich quill to write the achievements of my valiant knight... And I shall remain satisfied, and proud to have been the first who has ever enjoyed the fruit of his writings as fully as he could desire; for my desire has been no other than to deliver over to the detestation of mankind the false and foolish tales of the books of chivalry, which, thanks to that of my true Don Quixote, are even now tottering, and doubtless doomed to fall for ever. Farewell.”

I've paraphrased it a bit, but you get the gist. While the author detailing Don Quixote's history is a fictional author made up by Cervantes, I believe it is a cheeky way of Cervantes to insert himself in the story and express his true feelings here.

Now, with Cervantes and Donqui being one and the same I believe the strong thematic thread tying this all together is one of dreams. It's now known to us this whole time that Don Quixote is in fact, both dream and dreamer. The monster that Don Quixote is sleeps while they allow for their true self to live, ever dreaming. But now that Dream is Ending.

I think we're going to see the 'death' of Don Quixote and some sort of joining of Miguel and Don. I think Miguel wants to keep dreaming. They are a bloodfiend, a horrible monster, one of the more powerful beings that are mentioned in Project Moon's games. But i think that Miguel doesn't want that. I think that Miguel wants to be cured. Something that has never really been done for a bloodfiend, an impossible dream, perhaps?

I think in Don's Canto we're going to see what we see within the book. Miguel/Don's family trying to get him to come back, to stop him, to get him to give up on this silly dream of Knight-Errantry. And I believe Dante will finally be able to help Miguel take the first steps towards realizing this impossible dream.

Some small little thoughts that I've had that i think push this a bit further.

Don Quixote was written by Miguel when he was 50 while he was in prison.

I've been wondering now whether this cell we see Donqui in within her base ego was actually some sort of representation of this. Don Quixote was born while Miguel was locked away. This looming shadow of Rocinante keeping the Sangre De Sancho locked away within this small starry-eyed girl <3

Nothing that I really have any like, evidence for, but based on vibes I think representing the specific sort of Spaniard from this time period as some sort of high class vampire is excellent and really fits thematically as well.

Cervantes has a bunch of quotes about the nature of oneself and death (bloodfiends are undead). Some that I think are quite fitting are :

“A Man Without Honor is Worse than Dead.”

“Take my advice and live for a long, long time. Because the maddest thing a man can do in this life is to let himself die.”

“I know who I am and who I may be, if I choose.”

“When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!”

and finally, to conclude this,

“All I know is that while I’m asleep, I’m never afraid, and I have no hopes, no struggles, no glories — and bless the man who invented sleep, a cloak over all human thought, food that drives away hunger, water that banishes thirst, fire that heats up cold, chill that moderates passion, and, finally, universal currency with which all things can be bought, weight and balance that brings the shepherd and the king, the fool and the wise, to the same level. There’s only one bad thing about sleep, as far as I’ve ever heard, and that is that it resembles death, since there’s very little difference between a sleeping man and a corpse.”

If you read this whole thing, thank you for indulging me. I greatly appreciate it.

#don quixote #don quixote lcb #limbus company #project moon #Youtube

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vashtijoy · 2 years ago

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"let's make a deal", with and without Akechi's confidant

So the final showdown in the engine room differs in P5R, based on whether or not you max out Akechi's confidant. Let's take a look.

At this point, Akechi has raised the bulkhead door and is trapped on the wrong side of it, seriously wounded, with a furious Cognitive Akechi and a small mountain of shadows. Things do not look good for our deuteragonist:

Akechi: The real fools... are you guys. You should have just abandoned me here a long time ago. Akechi: You would have all perished... if you had tried to face these with me weighing you down.

[Phantom Thieves all go !]

Makoto [stepping forward]: Akechi-kun! Akechi: Let's make a deal, okay? You won't say no, will you? Yusuke [stepping forward]: Why, at a time like this!? Akechi: Change Shido's heart... in my stead... End his crimes... Akechi: Please!

Now here's our first divergence. You are offered different options, depending on whether or not you have the confidant:

without Akechi's confidant at stage 9

Joker can say either "I promise", or "Leave it to me". Aww, he's a good guy at heart, is our Akiren. This guy tried to shoot him and everything.

And what's Akechi's response? He opens his eyes, nods and smiles.

Aww. But note that he ALWAYS sacrifices himself, and for the same reasons. The difference the confidant makes is not to do with that—it's to do with something quite different, which we'll explore below....

with akechi's confidant at level 9

Now here are the options we all know and angst over:

A stage 9 confidant Joker, who has that bond with Akechi, who had the stage 8 showdown with him in Mementos and got the glove, gets "You better deliver your promise" and "I'll hold on to your glove".

And when you pick your option, what does Akechi do? Well, for a start, he has an emotional response:

... remember we talked about how the "empty" icon, from the interrogation room, doubles as the "feeling some unnameable emotion" face? Well, here it is again; you can see the model doing the same thing behind the sprite. If you don't max his confidant, you never see this. Only an Akechi who has connected with Joker over the year gets this shocked response when Joker challenges him for the last time. And, to be honest, it's not all that unnameable an emotion. This Akechi, in his final moments, knows what he's doing, and why, and can admit it—at least to himself.

Akechi ハッ、この期に及んでそれを言う?全く君ってヤツは、本当に⋯ ha! kono ki ni oyonde sore o iu? mattaku kimi tte yatsu wa, hontou ni... Heh... After all this, that's what you have to say? Seriously, you really are... Heh. That's what you say, at a time like this? I can't believe—you really are....

And it's only then that he trails off into the tiny smile.

Akechi never finishes that last sentence; he leaves something unsaid. Could be anything. Could be "ridiculous", could be "stupid"; could be any of Akechi's pet insults. But there's another possibility, that Akechi has been applying to Joker all along. He's called him it in this scene, before the fight. He called him it throughout his confidant. He's meant it more and more as the year has progressed.

That word is 面白い omoshiroi—"interesting, fun; fascinating". Yeah. "You'd better come through for me", Joker tells Akechi, who's about to die. "I swear to God," Akechi tells him in disbelief, "you never cease to amaze me."

At least, that's how I imagine it. And in my truther head, that's the difference between Akechi surviving and not. This Akechi, who couldn't care even when Cognitive Akechi had a gun to his head, gets something to live for at the last second; the one in the no-confidant engine room, who never appears in the post-credit sequence, did not.

Here's the excerpt:

Baww.

the end of the scene

Cognitive Akechi: You bastard... Akechi [struggling to his feet]: So, my final enemy is a puppet version of myself...

... and immediately fork for the second time.

Akechi [without confidant]: Not bad. Akechi [with confidant]: I...!

"I"?? "I", Akechi??? WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO SAY?

Non-confidant Akechi has settled for the irony of taking out "the puppet [he] was" (ningyo datta ore jishin, localised as "a puppet version of myself"); he considers this "not bad". This is also the line you get in vanilla P5, where the confidant was automatic.

But confidant Akechi's sentence is unfinished. He has left something undone. He has something left to say, something left to do. Something to live for.

I wonder what it is, at that moment, that he's regretting, or determined to do, or undo, or redo. What it is that gives him the strength to survive. Because we're all friends here; we all know he makes it, somehow.

The only hint in the original is that his line is not just ore, but ore wa—Akechi is comparing himself to others. So the sense is perhaps that Cognitive Akechi is "the puppet he was", but Akechi himself is no longer a puppet. It's good. But non-confidant Akechi would share that same sentiment. Something more is going on here.

With that, we move on to the end of the scene:

Haru [running forward]: Akechi-kun! Ann [stepping forward]: Isn't there some way to get this open, Mona?

[two gunshots are heard, about a second apart—and yes, they are identical in both routes and both language tracks]

Futaba: His signal is... gone... Futaba: I'm only getting... the weaklings... Ann: No... Morgana: Come on, you guys! Morgana: We can't let a rotten criminal like Shido do what he wants any longer! Morgana: We can't... no matter what!

Two things here. First, the second's delay on the gunshots seems... odd; I'd expect the shots to be either simultaneous or for there to be only one shot. Maybe someone who's ever seen a gun can clarify this. Though the fact that the shots are always identical suggests that this is not significant.

Second, Futaba always has both of her lines. I've seen it said that these are different depending on your confidant track, but no. She always says she can't detect a signal, and she always says she only detects the "weaklings".

I do find it interesting that, like the true ending cutscene, these tracks are so much more different than I realised depending on your Akechi choices. One of these paths is also clearly much more interesting than the other—the Akechi confidant track is the "true ending", the true plot; the other is there for the weirdos who just hate murder and treachery and pancakes, idk. Which is why the no-confidant 2/2 scene, where Akechi never shows up and is revived because Maruki thinks all the PTs want him back, doesn't make so much sense.

#persona 5 #p5 meta #japanese language #engine room #goro akechi

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enden-k · 7 months ago

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OH NO 😓 sorry pookie, i was trying to reference the whole “what if you gave a mcdonalds sprite to a victorian child”... because sunday gives off frail victorian child vibes, like he would perish or disintegrate with one sip 😞😞 my apologies

OHHHH i only know this w the dorito i think it was AHHA

i can see that AHHAHAHAKBSCKJ imagine him going blegh and his eyes go wide and you hear the MGS alert and then he gets a hiccup or smth lmfao

but tbh on a serious note,

i think (or like to hc) that sunday did some regular normal (perhaps even some kind of rebellious) stuff as a youth, most of them in secret ofc tho, until he was chastised and punished and told to "behave" for his future. might be a little surprising then for some if they ever caught him slipping more sugar cubes into his cup than normal (stelle had to surpress a shudder) or see him take a deep drag of a cig without coughing like they expected (gallagher mentally noted that one down)

#reply #btw this is crack yes!!!! ofc hed have one and be all normal abt it HAHAHA #hcs #headcanons

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pierrai · 6 hours ago

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Hello! No one asked for this at all (sorry!!), but unfortunately, I fell down a rabbit hole of curating Pokémon teams for my OCs, and then fell down a deeper rabbit hole of creating sprites for them! I might as well post them here along with some explanations of why the teams are the way they are! It is far too long oh my god!!! You don't have to read this!!!!

Character: Multiple Word Count: 6581 Scenario: OC Pokémon Teams Warnings: Mentions of death, alcoholism, Damien's hobbies

Absol

This Pokémon has the ability to predict disasters with its horn and thus has become the victim of superstitions claiming it instead causes disasters. It is fairly obvious why Mira would be drawn to such a Pokémon, but it certainly doesn’t help combat the superstitions spread about him either. Absol dislikes fighting, so Mira hardly ever uses it in combat.

Phantump

Phantump is said to be a Pokémon made from the spirit of a child that got lost in the forest and perished. Their cries sound like the voice of a child, and rumours claim that adults are often lured into the forest by them, never to be seen again, but Mira isn’t phased by this. He can’t properly recall when he found this Pokémon, but it’s been with him as far back as he can remember. The leaves of Phantump can be used to make a cure-all medicine, which Mira often makes use of.

Ditto

Being a Pokémon that can change its cell structure so as to mimic the appearance of another being, Mira has this Pokémon simply due the fact that he also often attempts to mimic those around him to fit in, mistakenly believing Ditto might feel equally as insecure being itself as he is and needs a friend. Once or twice, his Ditto has likely transformed into Mira himself, an event that made Eliot rather frustrated once he realised his roommate wasn’t blankly staring at him and smiling due to his own empty-headedness, but rather that the Mira in front of him wasn’t Mira at all.

Wobbuffet

This Pokémon never attacks first and is very docile, yet it is extremely protective of its pitch black tail and will strike back if it is attacked. People believe that because it hides its tail so fervently, it hides a secret—a concept Mira is intimately familiar with. Despite their similarities, Eliot claims that Mira likes Wobbuffet due to its idiotic expression and equally as idiotic mannerisms. Mira simply finds it cute.

Murkrow

Murkrow is another Pokémon Mira has a soft-spot for due to others dislike of it. This Pokémon is feared and loathed due to the supposed misfortune it brings upon others. There is a common saying that warns people to be home before Murkrows appear of a night to ward away its bad luck, but much like with Absol, Mira dislikes this notion and pays it no mind. Murkrow often steals shiny items from others and gives it to humans it’s fond of, but Mira has politely asked his only to take items that it looks like no one wants and happily treasures every item it brings back.

Mimikyu

Mimikyu is a lonely Pokémon that covers its true form with an old rag meant to resemble the popular Pokémon, Pikachu, in an attempt to make friends. It is thought that if its rag is lifted to reveal its true form, it could cause illness or even death, so it tries its best to keep itself covered. Though Mira has told it many times he'd still love it even without its rag on, he understands the feeling of wanting to stay hidden, so he contents himself with not knowing its true appearance for now.

Clefairy

This Pokémon is most commonly seen during or after a full moon, but it is a very shy Pokémon and rarely shows itself to humans. He was gifted a Cleffa during his time with his cult, and it later evolved into Clefairy, a fact that often surprises people when you realise that Cleffa evolves from high friendship. Clefairy can evolve further with the use of a moonstone, but Eliot is too poor to afford one.

Lunatone

Being another Pokémon that follows a lunar theme, Eliot likes this Pokémon's appearance even more due to it's crescent moon shape, even despite the ominous red eye at the centre of its body. There are rumours that this Pokémon hails from another planet or descended from a meteor, but Eliot doesn't really care, and simply admires its appearance and quiet nature. It is another Pokémon that has been with him since childhood.

Chimecho

When a breeze blows through Chimecho's body, it creates a beautiful tone that reminds Eliot of a singing voice. He enjoys listening to its peaceful notes when he feels nostalgic or sad, and it's mostly seen above his bed or hovering over his shoulder. Chimecho is another Pokémon that is evolved from high friendship, originally starting out as the bell-shaped Pokémon, Chingaling. When Eliot was a child, he enjoyed watching it hop around so he could hear it jingle.

Munna

Eliot first encountered Munna when waking up one morning to find it floating over his bed expelling black mist. Thinking it was trying to poison him, he shooed it away, only to find it would come back every night. At Mira's insistence that it 'wanted to be friends', he ended up capturing it, and realised not long after that his nights were more peaceful. Munna is a Pokémon that eats people's dreams and soothes them when they're having nightmares. When the dreams it eats are pleasant, it expels pink mist, and when they're not, the mist is black.

Umbreon

Originally, Eliot was gifted this Pokémon in the form of an Eevee by his roommate, Mira. Though originally grumbling that it was just a fluffy nuisance Mira had found in the forest, he grew a soft spot for it and it eventually evolved into an Umbreon after forming a strong bond with Eliot. Once again, he disliked its sleek, black appearance before discovering that it is a Pokémon empowered by the moon, and he loved it even more.

Snivy

Despite being the only Pokémon in Eliot's roster that prefers sunlight to moonlight, the two share a snootiness that makes them perfect for each other. Though initially disliking Snivy, Eliot soon grew to respect its intelligent nature and calm demeanour. It is a Pokémon that suits his personality to a T, a fact that is made most obvious when the two are seen turning their noses up in the same haughty manner at whoever they see as beneath them.

Vaporeon

Much like Nen, Vaporeon is a creature that has adapted to both land and sea, yet prefers to stay in the comfort of freshwater lakes. When in water, it can blend in to hide itself from enemies. Nen originally encountered this Pokémon as an Eevee that took a liking to him once he fed it some berries, and it eventually evolved into a Vaperon after Nen accidentally stumbled upon a Water Stone while swimming. Nen often sits with his Vaporeon to await approaching rainstorms, as this Pokémon's fins will vibrate when it detects moisture in the air.

Lotad

Lotad is another Pokémon that is frequently found in ponds or lakes. Its head resembles a lily pad, so it often floats on the surface of lakes to blend in. When it doesn't drink for a while, it can wilt, but thankfully, Nen is never far from a body of water, so neither is his Lotad. The two were introduced when Nen left his village and found shelter near a small pond. Using its leaf, Lotad ferried fruit and nuts from one end of the pond to another to attempt to comfort Nen and stayed with him afterwards.

Kecleon

This Pokémon has the ability to camouflage itself barring the red stripe on its stomach. Thinking Nen was something akin to prey, it turned itself invisible and then attacked him with his tongue, only to discover this did little but startle Nen and make him annoyed. Being a Pokémon that dislikes when it isn't found and taken notice of, it became pouty when Nen eventually started ignoring it to resist it's pranks. At some point, Nen assumes it decided on being his Pokémon, as it's just stayed with him since and pranked him much less.

Surskit

Surskit is a Pokémon that enjoys gliding across lakes and ponds with oil it secrets from its feet, but it also enjoys skirting across puddles after a rainstorm. When Nen swims within the lake and dives underneath the surface of the water, Surskit often accompanies him by skating directly above him. Surskit can create syrup from the tip of its head, so it often shares this syrup with Nen and the other Pokémon he owns.

Ledyba

As Nen is very fond of ladybugs, he loves this Pokémon the most. He attempted to befriend it when he was young, finding it away from the other Ledyba that lived near his village. Ledyba are Pokémon that become timid and afraid to move when separated from their clusters, but Nen persistently visited it day after day until it grew attached to him and eventually began to move again. Once it was fully comfortable being around him, it decided to make its home with him rather than re-join its cluster.

Araquanid

Araquanid is another Pokémon Nen became friends with over time. It initially saw him as a threat, fearing he would harm the other Pokémon of the lake, but eventually realised he was harmless and began to accept his presence. This Pokémon can use the bubble around its head both as a weapon and protective shield for weaker Pokémon despite often being seen as scary. A couple of times it has tried to put Nen into its bubble, thinking he is vulnerable and needs protection.

Arcanine

The evolution of Growlithe, a fiercely loyal Pokémon that is quick to charge at enemies much bigger than it. Evolved, it is much stronger, yet still retains its undying loyalty to its owner and is known for being one of the most faithful Pokémon around. These Pokémon often growl and bark at those that approach its owner carelessly, but Jun has slowly trained his not to do so unless absolutely necessary. Oftentimes, Jun uses Arcanine's fluffy mane as a pillow.

Stoutland

Stoutland is an intelligent Pokémon with a friendly and trusting disposition that prefers to stay with humans. Jun has had his ever since it was a Lillipup, and it is equally as trusting and friendly as he is. As Stoutland is very good with children and often used as a babysitter, Jun will take his to play with young children of the Underground when he has the time. Stoutland is another Pokémon he eagerly lets nap in his bed with him thanks to its fluffy fur coat.

Lucario

These Pokémon are said to trust trainers with righteous hearts, which is certainly something that can be attributed to Jun. Despite this Pokémon having a more stern attitude, it is extremely loyal to its trainer, so it has found its place amongst Jun's team. Thanks to its ability to read the auras of other living beings, and its habit of never dropping its guard, Lucario often follows Jun around to assist with his job as a district guard. Lucario is a Pokémon evolved through high friendship, and is one Jun has had since before he joined up with Rin.

Lycanroc

Out of all of the Lycanroc forms, the Midday Form is the most calm and collected, however it can be unruly if not trained properly. For those unwilling to stick by it in this phase, it will continue to be difficult, but as Jun is a fan of adopting charity cases, his Lycanroc is very loyal. When the rocks jutting out of its mane break off, they are considered to bring good luck, so Jun gives them to children as gifts for when they behave well. Due to its mane having rocks, however, Lycanroc often sleeps at the end of Jun's bed to prevent any discomfort.

Braviary

Briaviary can be very aggressive Pokémon despite being admired for their bravery and fighting spirit. Jun's Braviary was gifted to him by Rin, and over a long stretch of time, he managed to quell the Pokémon's aggression (for the most part) and get it acquainted with his other Pokémon. These Pokémon will often protect and fight for its friends even when injured, so it follows that Jun's Braviary wouldn't blink at the prospect of death when protecting him and his team.

Togekiss

Togekiss is a rarely seen Pokémon thanks to its natural habitat being that of places that have never seen strife. Living in the Underground where strife is rampant, a Togekiss would be the last Pokémon you'd expect to see, but Jun has had his Togekiss ever since it was a Togepi, and so it has stuck by him all this time. Togekiss is said to bring blessings and good luck to those who respect other's rights, something Jun is quick to remind people who are up to no good.

Houndoom

When Houndoom howls, its cries are thought to be that of the Grim Reaper and many Pokémon flee back to their nests upon hearing it. Due to toxins stored in its gut, when Houndoom breathes fire and burns its victims, the pain from injuries caused by it are said to never go away. Perhaps to help convince himself that he no longer fears fire nor can he ever be burnt by it again, Haine has chosen Houndoom to be his companion. Houndoom, of course, cannot grasp his deeper feelings, and is simply loyal to its master.

Chandelure

Despite being another fire-type Pokémon, Chandelure does not physically burn its victims, but instead burns away their spirits. Those that end up cast into their flames are said to have their spirit burnt away and absorbed and their body left behind. In that regard, Haine amusedly regards it as capable at soul-harvesting as himself, if not just slightly below him. Occasionally, Haine will feed his Chandelure left over souls he has grown bored off.

Banette-Mega

Banette are formed from abandoned dolls and roam around, seeking out the child that cast it out. Though Haine denies feeling kinship with a creature that has been betrayed in such a way, he treats his own Banette with enough sincerity to suggest otherwise. Much like Haine, Banette is vindictive and enjoys cursing others, so it finds itself right at home by his side. When Banette evolves into Banette-Mega, it is said to become so powerful it curses its owner, but seeing as Haine has already seen his fair share of misfortune, this doesn't seem to affect him.

Gliscor

Having both fangs and wings that resemble a bat, this Pokémon has a lot of vampiric qualities that make it quite fitting for a demon like Haine. Gliscor will often hang upside down and observe its prey before swooping in to strike and draining its victim of all of its blood. Of course, since Haine's domain is drenched in blood, it's not often it needs to ever catch anything for sustenance, so a lot of its hunting is done for fun alongside Haine.

Brambleghast

Brambleghast is a tumbleweed-like Pokémon made up of mangled branches and with unblinking red eyes that rotate to convey its emotions. These Pokémon will trap prey within their branches and then drain it of its life. Once again, this is an oftentimes cruel Pokémon that fits Haine's lifestyle, and this one has the added bonus and being friends with Symfora's Trevenant.

Gourgeist

This Pokémon has pink hair-like arms that entrap its prey and strangle it. It takes great joy in watching its prey suffer, so naturally Haine has no qualms owning one. Larger Gourgeist, which is the type Haine has, often take the form of adults to lure children away from their homes and into the afterlife. The larger a Gourgeist is, the less it cares about who it drags to the afterlife. The only downside of this Pokémon is that its pink hair reminds Haine of a certain 'sibling' he has a distaste for.

Indeedee-F and Indeedee-M

Indeedee is a dual-type Pokémon that is known for willingly serving trainers and thriving off gratitude given towards them. The male form is a skilled valet while the female is good at child-rearing, however Oliver has few guests and even fewer children, so the two of them mostly look after him. As he is often unkempt and too tired to put much effort into housework, his Indeedee do this for him. He feels bad having Pokémon do his chores, but they have adopted a sort of parental role in looking after him and don't seem to mind.

Spinda

Oliver often finds himself acting like his Spinda when he's spent the night before drinking himself stupid. This Pokémon walks in such a staggered and clumsy way, some think it is dancing, but Spinda thinks it's walking in a straight line. If it walks too much, it begins to feel sick, so it is a rather useless Pokémon to have around, but Oliver can't complain with his own uselessness made abundantly clear to him. If anything, he is glad to have a drinking buddy that remains perpetually drunk without so much as drinking a sip.

Psyduck

Psyduck is a Pokémon that is constantly wracked by headaches, and Oliver too is frequently plagued by a similar affliction. While Psyduck holds its head an in attempt to soothe itself, Oliver will instead massage his temples and try to will away his hangover. He found this particular Psyduck while walking around, hoping the fresh air would resolve his hangover, and when it followed him home afterwards, he didn't have the heart (nor could he be bothered) to get rid of it.

Espurr

It is said that Espurr has immense psychic powers, and the deadpan expression on its face is there to mask the intense struggle it goes through to contain these powers. Oliver unfortunately cannot say the same, and the only thing he struggles to mask are his impulses and intrusive thoughts, but sometimes he likes to fool himself into believing he and this Pokémon are one in the same. Espurr mostly accompanies him around the house silently, preferring Oliver's quiet day-to-day rather than his hectic night-time drinking.

Happiny

Happiny is perhaps the most out of place amongst Oliver's Pokémon companions. It is a small, happy Pokémon that loves playing with children, yet has somehow ended up the friend of a miserable adult. That being said, this Happiny seems very attached to Oliver and follows him everywhere. Despite its small stature, Happiny is actually very strong, so more than once has it been responsible for carrying Oliver back to bed as if he weighs nothing at all.

Froslass

When Froslass find humans or Pokémon that they like, they freeze them into statues and take them back to their dens. Damien has asked his Froslass not to do so so obviously, but of course admires the craft of preserving that which captures a person. If he ever requires a specimen be frozen for the sake of preserving it, he will ask his Froslass for assistance.

Alakazam

With an intelligence level that can outperform a super computer, Damien often uses this Pokémon to bounce ideas off or help assist him in trivial calculations. While he is insatiably curious, Alakazam is incredibly smart; a not-so-good combination knowing what Damien is truly like. An Alakazam never forgets what it learns and has immense psychic powers, so while some may think a helpful doctor such as Damien would make good use of such a Pokémon, his victims disagree.

Reuniclus

Another remarkably intelligent Pokémon. The liquid surrounding its body is said to grant wisdom to whoever drinks it, but this liquid is also toxic, a fact Damien knows very well as he frequently experiments with it. One day, he hopes to be able to find a way to detoxify this liquid, but until he finds a test subject that can live through his attempts, he won't drink a sip.

Beheeyem

By using the three coloured lights on each of its hands, this Pokémon can rewrite the memories of its opponents without them ever knowing. Even considering the fact that he himself might have had his memory altered by his Pokémon, Damien believes the risk outweighs the reward and keeps Beheeyem around anyway. Most of the time, he uses it for the convenience of getting away with things he otherwise wouldn't be able to.

Malamar

Malamar has the most powerful psychic powers out of any Pokémon. Using these powers, it can bend others to its will and have them do its bidding, afterwards leaving them none the wiser to what they've been made to do. In Damien's hands, of course, this power is only used for nefarious deeds. Damien and Malamar are alike in their cruelty.

Audino

Audino is the only Pokémon Damien shows off to the public, as it is the friendliest Pokémon he has and isn't associated with anything evil unlike every other Pokémon on his team. The feelers on its ears help it sense the feelings of other beings, so Damien has it assist him around his clinic to put people at ease. When it comes time for Damien to work on his passion projects, he puts his Audino back into its pokéball.

Unfezant

Unfezent are immensely proud and intelligent bird-type Pokémon. The females of this species are more adept at flying than the males, but take longer to warm up to people than they do. These Pokémon prefer to only be close to their trainer, which Rin is just fine with, however hers is occasionally seen with her little sister as well.

Liepard

Though they may seem rather graceful and appealing, Liepard are actually quite moody and vicious, using their slenderness to their advantage to be able to sneak up on their prey and strike when it's right. Rin's is no different, and it surely appreciates having an owner who's as no-nonsense as it is.

Mightyena

Another one of Rin's protective 'guard dogs'. Mightyena will only respect and follow the commands of trainers they see as superior, and once find this trainer, they won't ever defy them. Rin's Mightyena has great respect for her, so much so that despite often wanting to partake in more puppy-like behaviour for her attention, it instead behaves itself. Chi feeds it snacks and gives it attention on Rin's behalf.

Mienshao

This Pokémon is both skilled and respectful. It most often is seen training with its owner, and Rin's is much the same, often waiting at her command or honing its skills for her betterment. Its moves in battle are so adept and overwhelming, they are difficult to predict and even harder to overcome.

Lycanroc-Dusk

In contrast to Jun's Midday Form, Lycanroc-Dusk is the most difficult to train. It combines the calm nature of the Midday Form and the sheer power and fighting spirit of the Midnight Form, making it a silently powerful companion that requires an equally as strong trainer to control it. Rin was very careful in training hers to only obey her command. Additionally, Lycanroc-Dusk never barks.

Seviper

It has a blade on its tail that is sharpened to a point like a sword, and it uses this tail to slash and poison its enemies. It can constrict itself around its prey before it dispatches them with either its tail or its venomous teeth. When Rin needs to keep someone from running, she uses her Seviper to keep them nice and still.

Lurantis

This Pokémon is described as both glamourous and high-effort, something Azalea embodies quite well herself. To protect itself, this Pokémon pretends to be a bug but is actually a grass-type resembling a flower. The more time put into maintaining its petals, the more vivid it looks, so Azalea spends a lot of time spoiling hers.

Gorebyss

Gorebyss perhaps fits Azalea the most, as while it is graceful and elegant while swimming through the water, it is a cruel Pokémon that will pierce its prey with its sharp mouth and then drain them of their life. The only difference between them is that Gorebyss is very durable, while Azalea isn't.

Galarian Rapidash

As Azalea regards herself as beautiful as a princess from a fairy-tale book, the Galarian variant Rapidash that resembles a mystical unicorn has become one of her favourite Pokémon. She often dotes on it and likes to comb and braid its hair. If not doing that, she snuggles up against it instead and chats to it about all sorts of topics.

Jigglypuff

Azalea only lets beautiful or cute Pokémon join her team, and Jigglypuff firmly fits into the latter category. Jigglypuff is known for its singing voice that lulls Pokémon and people alike to sleep, but as Azalea is a demon, she can resist this and enjoys singing with it instead. It is debatable to whether this 'concert' of theirs is any good.

Luvdisc

Couples that happen upon a Luvdisk are said to be blessed with eternal love, and people who wish to confess their love often gift Luvdisk to their intended partner. Growing up, Azalea always wished for a Luvdisk to cross her path, but when that didn't happen and she didn't find her 'prince', she just found a Luvdisk of her own and gave that all of her love instead.

Tsareena

This Pokémon is so beautiful, it is often used a mascot for beauty salons, however it is just as dangerous as it is visually appealing. One kick can create wounds that never heal, and once its defeated its opponent, it cackles and kicks the body of its unfortunate foe. Azalea, too, finds this funny. She regards her Tsareena as a best friend of sorts, and talks to it about topic she imagines girls often chat about with their friends. Unfortunately, it can't respond with actual words.

Zoroark

Zoroark is a misunderstood Pokémon that is often seen as terrifying due to the illusions it places on those who try to disturb its peace, but it is a protective Pokémon that cares deeply for its own kind. Symfora originally had her Zoroark as a Zorua, until it evolved after her travelling companion was killed. It now protects her and the forest she resides in.

Trevenant

The evolution of Phantump. As Symfora often wanders the forest, she naturally encountered a Pokémon known for controlling trees at will. As she is no threat to the forest itself and instead helps repel humans from harming it, Trevenant became loyal to her. Trevenant shows great kindness to those who live in the forest, Symfora and her family included.

Drifblim

It is said that Drifblim is fueled by souls, and so it's burdened by many regrets. Its previous evolution, Drifloon, is known as a child-snatcher, but Symfora dislikes the notion that she is 'snatching' children, rather that she is taking them under her wing and lulling them to eternal peace. Symfora's Drifblim often floats away to unknown places, but it always returns to her eventually.

Dusknoir

Dusknoir is another Pokémon that is feared due to the nature of its power despite not actually being evil. It is known for taking the lost spirits of those that have died and guiding them to the afterlife. It often accompanies Symfora and takes in the souls that she creates in her wake, guiding them to pece inside of its body.

Darkrai

Much like Zoroark, Darkrai is misunderstood due to the methods it uses to protect itself. To chase away people or Pokémon from its territory, it afflicts a nightmarish slumber upon those that get too close. It, however, means no harm. When Symfora was young, Darkrai was said to protect her people with its powers, and when Symfora became the last of her kind is when Darkrai accepted Symfora is its trainer.

Oddish

Perhaps the most out-of-place of all of Symfora's Pokémon, Oddish is a small grass-type that roams around the forest of a night and spreads seeds. This particular Oddish simply took a liking to Symfora and decided to follow her around, eventually becoming one of her more beloved Pokémon thanks to its innocent nature.

Swirlix

Peri's choice of what Pokémon to have on his team is mostly decided on the most inane whims. He likes Swirlix thanks to its cotton-candy appearance and amusing expression. Occasionally, he likes to snack on the sweet and syrupy strings it extrudes, but its unknown whether these are actually meant to be edible.

Gengar

Gengar is a trickster Pokémon that enjoys scaring others and laughing at their terror. It has never managed to scare Peri, but it operates on the same strange system Fae do when it comes to thoughtlessly terrorising others, so the two make good friends. Peri likes Gengar's smile.

Wigglytuff

The evolution of Jigglypuff. The fur of this creature is soft and fluffy, so Peri often uses his like a plush toy and snuggles it. Since Jigglypuff likes to sing, Peri will encourage his Wigglytuff to sing for him and loudly sing with it once it starts. Sometimes when Peri's cuddling gets too enthusiastic, his Wigglytuff will inflate itself to push him away.

Slowpoke

Peri simply thinks this Pokémon looks funny, and so he caught one. It is so slow and dopey that it can take up to five seconds for this Pokémon to register pain, and it spends most of its day lazing around. If Peri finds any wild Slowpoke, he has his own race against them for fun.

Mismagius

Its cries sound like incantations and those that hear them are often tormented by headaches. Even if these headaches could affect Peri, he wouldn't care too much. Mismagius is known to curse others or help them on whim, so it often difficult to figure them out or know if they are truly dangerous. Peri lovingly calls Mismagius his big sister.

Mew

It's both very shocking yet also somehow very unsurprising to find that Peri owns a legendary Pokémon like Mew. According to legend, it only appears to those pure of heart and those that want to really see it. Peri, perhaps unconventionally, harbours both. He thinks Mew is cute and fun to play with.

Krookodile

Though not fitting of the Catesby name, Krookodile is definitely a match for Al. Krookodile are violent Pokémon that never let their prey escape, and they're capable of crushing metal with the strength of their jaw. Al enjoys the threat this powerful Pokémon boasts, along with its patience to wait for the best prey to cross its path.

Thievul

Thievul, for obvious reasons, is another Pokémon that very much fits Al, but is one that his family would despise. It is known for tracking its prey by marking its scent and stalking it down. It is also skilled at stealing, so Al uses it when someone else has what he wants. Thievul, however, knows never to steal from Alastor himself, and is often the one protecting his stock.

Arbok

This Pokémon is ferocious and transfixes its prey using the markings on its belly. Once it has targeted its prey, it never gives up the chase until that prey is dead thanks to its vengeful and determined nature. This is another Pokémon Alastor enjoys owning thanks to its terrifying strength, and is one he uses during intimidation tactics.

Crobat

When someone is bitten by a Crobat, its teeth are so sharp and its movements so fast, its hard to know it ever happened. Crobat feeds off of the blood of people and Pokémon, so Al lets its accompany him to any fights to regain its strength by feeding off the unconscious bodies of those he's taken down. Since Crobat is evolved through high friendship, its often surprising that someone as callous as Al is able to own one, but his charming and somewhat possessive nature allows him to get along well with creatures he can call his own.

Honchkrow

Honchkrow often oversee multiple Murkrows, its previous evolution, and it makes its cronies bring it food. If a Murkrow fumbles one of its orders, it can be ruthless and unforgiving. This Honchkrow seems to respect Alastor's control of his gang, and if Al ever needs assistance, it will summon Murkrows and set them to work. It attempts to mimic its owner when giving out commands to its underlings.

Staraptor

One of the only Pokémon Al has kept from his family. Though he initially disliked the Starly he was given by Orion as a young child (in his own words, it wasn't cool enough), he soon grew to love the ruthless Starpator it evolved into. When Staraptor evolve from Staravia, they leave their flock to live alone. They often challenge foes much bigger than it.

Pidgeot

Like a majority of Orion's Pokémon, he has raised his Pidgeot since its beginner evolution. Pidgeot is a powerful bird-type that can fly at Mach-2 speed, however Orion's is well-trained and never leaves its owner's sight unless directed too. It always eagerly awaits the times when Orion is free enough of his duties to let it fly around.

Skarmory

Skarmory's hardened feathers are often used by humans to create swords and knives once they shed, and Orion has a fencing sword forged from the fallen feathers of his own Skarmory. This Pokémon is popular in heraldic designs and was considered as the family crest for the Catesby family way back when.

Swanna

Swanna perhaps fits Orion's proud and regal image the most. While a majority of his other Pokémon are rather ruthless-appearing bird-types, his Swanna is calm and collected and is the one best suited for formal events if needed. Alastor was bitten by it once as a child after he attempted to carelessly pet its head, and he's hated it ever since.

Corviknight

With its lustrous, blackened steel feathers, this Pokémon is both beautiful and intimidating to behold. Orion's Corviknight in particular is often by his side for protection, and will be the first to rush to his defence should anything happen. On occasion, it will also care for his younger siblings.

Swellow

Swellow is the smallest Pokémon Orion owns, and also the most conscientious about its appearance. Swellow doesn't trouble itself with Orion's day-today life, but enjoys being let out to perform graceful arcs in the sky, hunt down prey, and diligently preen its feathers afterwards once its back on its cage.

Talonflame

Its diet is made up of other bird Pokémon, but thankfully Orion has trained it well, and it gets along with his other bird-types. Due to it having fireproof wings, its feathers are often used to create fire-resistant clothing, but Orion uses the feathers that have fallen off his own Talonflame as quill pens.

Glaceon

This is the Pokémon that is most often seen out of its pokéball and by Lyra's side thanks to its small stature. By manipulating the moisture in the air around it, it can create a mist of diamond-like crystals that are both very beautiful and very cold. The same could very well be said for Lyra herself. This Glaceon in particular has a snooty attitude and is a picky eater.

Dragonair

Dragonair is a graceful and elegant Pokémon with a calm and gentle nature. It is said its aura can control the weather around it, so if Lyra has somewhere to be, it will stop any rainstorms around her to maintain her carefully-crafted appearance. Thanks to their similar serpent-like shape, it gets along well with Milotic.

Ninetales-Alola

The Alola variant of Ninetales is worshipped as a deity back where its from, and when people would get lost in the mountains, it would graciously guide them back home. Lyra's Ninetales is very beautiful and calm, yet also quite protective. If anyone gets too close to Lyra without permission, especially men, they risk being frozen stiff.

Milotic

Despite evolving from one of the most ugly Pokémon, Milotic is considered the most beautiful. It is only fitting that the prized eldest daughter of the Catesby family, whose beauty and musical talent is said to be unmatched, would be accompanied by such a breath-taking Pokémon. The sight of it is said to bring calm to violent hearts.

Altaria

Perhaps the most lively of any of Lyra's Pokémon, Altaria enjoys singing in a high-pitched voice that make those that listen feel like they're in a dream. Altaria that have bonded with their owners will enjoy wrapping them in their fluffy, cloud-like wings and humming. This happens less now that Lyra is an adult, but as a child, she enjoyed being held by her Altaria as the two sang together, and occasionally, she still lets it happen.

Primarina

Primarina is another Pokémon that greatly enjoys singing and has a beautiful voice, but it also requires a lot of upkeep and training to maintain this. Thanks to Lyra's profession, her Primarina is never wanting for a tune to sing to and has performed on stage with her before. It has a bit of a haughty attitude and will only respond to Lyra herself.

Persian

Persian is a sophisticated-looking Pokémon that is often admired for its regal appearance, but beneath that, it is a fickle Pokémon that scratches even when given little reason to do so. Florin's is known for scratching servants that get too close to either it or Florin, and unfortunately, it was never properly trained not to do so by its lazy and inconsiderate owner.

Glameow

Another fickle cat-like Pokémon, Glameow is an elegant and selfish Pokémon. Though it is often seen purring and swirling its tail happily around Florin, it will scratch anyone else, especially when it isn't fed on time. At the first sight of danger, it will run away. Florin loves the colour of its fur and spends a lot of time petting it.

Cinccino

Cincinno is a popular Pokémon thanks to its soft fur that repels dust and secrets an oil that is good for dry skin. Since Florin's is shiny (like all of his Pokémon), his is even more popular. Cinccino ( again, like all of Florin's Pokémon) was purchased for him when he was young, and ever since then, it has lived a lavish life as his companion and glorified pillow. Despite being bought, it still bonded with Florin as a child and, much like the others, doesn't hold any malice towards him.

Chatot

Most servants already consider it bad enough that they have to serve a prince who doesn't know when to shut up, but they find it even more insufferable to withstand said prince and his pet bird that mimics his words. Florin encourages his Chatot to talk as much as it pleases, as he finds it amusing. Sometimes, Chatot will repeat commands Florin has given before, tricking the poor serving staff into thinking that Florin has ordered them to do something.

Seaking

Florin wanted this Pokémon for its name alone, claiming that one day he'd be the king of the world with the king of all Pokémon at his side. Neither of these things will ever become true, but Florin can at least be king of his own land with a Seaking by his side instead. Florin's Seaking has a whole aquarium to itself and is fed only the highest quality of fish food.

Sableye

Sableye is a feared Pokémon due to rumours that it steals the spirits of those who see it when their eyes glow. Florin's soul has thus far remained unstolen, perhaps due to the steady diet of crystals and gemstones he feeds it. Florin thinks the gemstone on its chest and the gems it has for eyes are very pretty, which is the reason why he wanted a Sabeleye in the first place.

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libidomechanica · 2 months ago

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“She gazette, had a sort of its”

A limerick sequence

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #196 texts #limerick sequence

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applejuiceyjuice-art · 2 years ago

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my brother and i love snakewood for not only how insane the story is but also some of the unique stuff that happened.

Like he got a shiny hombone while grinding but it doesn’t actually have a shiny sprite, the only way he knew is because he heard/saw the sparkle. hes lucky he had the sound on and is a natural shiny hunter bc i definitely wouldve missed it

I glitched out a fight sequence with the deadly seven in lilycove (?) and just used it to level a ton of pokemon. i somehow went around the trigger for them when i entered the city and stepped on it on the way out after returning from the dragon island? and since i used the pokemon center in the city i respawned right next to the trigger instead of being sent all the way back to fortree like that fight was intended to do.

you’re supposed to fight ALL SEVEN OF THEM IN A ROW just after you get out of madio cave and beat a literal Monster with an impossibly high base stat total, trudge your way into the city, just out of reach of a pokemon center. if you’re unprepared and lose you’ll get sent back to fortree and have to go thru the cave again. i went thru madio cave without flash also so if that happened like it was supposed to i simply would have perished

#pokemon snakewood #even with flash the cave is a nightmare labyrinth #we also always abuse the free light potions from storage boxes when we can #its free heals #i still have to finish the playthru but rn im still levelling w the deadly seven #also its just a part of our childhood

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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By the king’s hand 🐍 I

Warnings: warnings to be added as we progress but this series may contain non-consent, violence, death, and other triggers.

This is dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You attend king Loki’s coronation but the night ends precariously.

Note: I don’t know what I’m doing.

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“Come on!” Gilla latched onto your arm as she wove through the streets. The bodies around you were so many it was hard to move one way or the other. “Can’t see anything from here.”

“Gil,” you grumbled, “You’ve already dragged me to the square, where are you taking me now?”

“Don’t you realise,” she called to you, “This is history! We are going to see history!”

“It matters little to me. Tomorrow I will be sat in the shop just as I was before you disturbed me.”

You stumbled as she lunged between two bodies and barely kept hold of you. Your clogs nearly slipped off your feet as she veered around the base of one of the ancient pillars at the edge of the square. She stopped and looked up the etched stone and grinned.

“Tell me you’re not--”

“You remember when we were children? We used to see who could climb furthest.” She chimed. “We’ve just got to get high enough to reach that branch.”

Gilla pointed at the thick-trunked oak which had stood nearly as long as the pillars. The Founder’s Tree bore as many carvings as the pillars, an artifact of the city’s residents. You shook your head.

“We are not children anymore,” you insisted.

“Only if we act so,” she trilled, “You’ve come this far. I know you’re not going to abandon me now.”

You sighed and put your hands on your hips. You were glad for the workman’s pants your uncle let you wear in the shop and the sweaty tunic belted at your waist. Gilla wore the embroidered skirts that many of the merchants’ daughters loved but you never bothered as they were often stained with clay or soot by the end of the day.

“If someone sees us…” you warned.

“No one’s looking at us!” She hooked her fingers into a deep crack and hoisted herself up and wrapped her legs around the pillar. Her skirts bunched precariously above her knees as she began to shimmy up. “Or did you really want to stare at the back of everyone’s heads?”

You rolled your eyes as you watched her a little longer before following her. Gilla was thin, she always had been, and was little bothered by the way her skirts rumpled around her waist. You grunted as you heaved yourself up. The higher you got, the more you realised how dangerous it was. You hadn’t the wherewithal as children to think of it.

Gilla unhooked one lang and hung off the side of the pillar as she reached out to the branch. Suddenly you wanted to slide back down. You only pictured her lunging and falling down to a horrid fate.

She thrust herself off the pillar and caught herself on the branch lithely. She swung her leg over and was upright in a moment. After all the years since your last contest, she had barely slowed.

“Hurry,” she whined as the horns began to blow. “The new king will appear soon.”

You took a breath and frowned. You couldn’t make it. If you tried, your sweaty hands would not be able to hold you, your weight, much more than that of a child, would plummet you back to the earth. You looked at Gilla and braced yourself. You threw yourself away from the pillar and caught the branch with a yelp.

The horns grew louder as you hung from the tree. You kicked your legs as you struggled to mimic Gilla. She moved closer and bent down to try to help. A drumming sounded and a voice boomed above the crowd and hushed the impatient voice. The marching of armoured boots entered the square from the opposite end and the music vibrated through your body as you hissed and clung to the tree frantically.

“People of Asgardia,” the crier proclaimed, “I present to you, Loki, Son of Odin, First of His Name, sanctified and rightful heir to the twelve realms and newly-anointed King of Asgardian. Hear, hear, long live the king!”

You finally dug your foot into the side of the tree as you cried out desperately. You walked up the trunk and hooked your leg over the branch as Gilla helped pull you up. The leaves barely offered a curtain to your shame as you righted yourself and you poked your friend meanly in the side.

“Never again,” you swore as you gasped for breath.

“Oh, hush, look,” she pointed past the foliage around you, “Look. The king!”

You glanced over at the dark head of the new ruler. The golden horns of his crown and the lustrous silver of his robes. King Loki seemed to stare back at you as the branch shifted beneath you and rustled the leaves.

“Stop fidgeting,” Gilla remanded, “You’ll snap our perch.”

“Shhh,” you covered her mouth, “You’ll give us away.”

She pulled your hand away and sniffed. “It’s fine. It’s just a tree.”

You tutted and looked back to the platform at the centre of the square. The people cheered and stomped and clapped with the music. There would be a feast for all. The tents had already been erected both within and without the royal grounds. The latter would be for the commoners though a seat would be hard to find amidst the hungry hordes.

“He’s not so handsome as his brother,” Gilla bemoaned, “But I wouldn’t call him hideous.”

“How can you tell from so far?” You snipped.

“You remember Brytta? She is a chambermaid in the palace now. Once she did sneak me in through the laundries. I saw the princes rather well.” She preened.

“Well, I don’t think comeliness the most important feature of a king,” you reproached. “I remember this prince hasn’t the nicest reputation.”

“He does enjoy tricks but every court has a jester to do tricks,” Gilla shrugged.

“Mmm,” you hummed, “I suppose he could not be very different from his father.”

Gilla watched the king a little longer as you leaned against the trunk. You wondered how you would descend without catastrophe as the parade went on.

“A pity it is not his brother,” she uttered under her breath. “To think he stepped down for that Lady Jane… romantic but… he would’ve been a fine king.”

“Oh, and how should you know a fine king?” You snorted sarcastically.

“He was a warrior like Odin. A good king needs to be able to fight.”

“And I heard Loki did fight in kind,” you squinted. “I believe it was you who told me that though I can never be certain where you learn these things.”

“Yes, but no one ever spoke much of this prince’s honour,” she picked at the bark between her legs. “Well, one day, you and me, we’re going to tell our children how we watched the king from this very tree. Isn’t that something?”

“And warn them not to chance the climb,” you muttered, “If we do survive the way down.”

“Oh do not be so grim,” she prodded your shoulder. “We should be away before the king if we want a plate.”

“No, I’ve bread at home.” You watched as she inched to the end of the branch. “You can’t do that-- you’ll--”

“I’ll be just fine but if you want to perish up here for your fear, I’ll mourn you from below.” She leaped and caught herself on the pillar as easily as before. “And I’ll not wait long as I have no desire to be trampled.”

You huffed and pushed your head back. You looked around at the crowd and the king amid the eye of the storm. He stood staunchly, tall and slender, his chin held up as his eyes seemed fixed on the old tree. You would have to be quick before he thought to send one of his many guards. That was if he could even see you.

You readied yourself as Gilla began to shimmy down the pillar. You straddled the branch and neared the end as she had. You felt it dip and closed your eyes in a silent prayer. When you opened them, you pulled your feet up under you and jumped blindly. You hugged the stone and muffled a scream behind your lips. You whimpered as you made certain you weren’t falling.

“Gilla,” you growled as you peered down at her, “I hate you.”

“And that’s why I love you,” she called back.

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The long tent was filled quickly and you sat at the end of a bench with Gilla pressed against you. Your adrenaline deepened your hunger and you quickly stole a pie from the stacks placed among the immense trestles. The voices mingled and blared under the canvas and filled it with damp heat.

Above the cheerful, chewing noise of the peasants, you could hear the distant din of the nobility. On the other side of the palace wall, they ate from golden plates, not wood, and divulged in food even more savoury and plenty. You didn’t resent a free meal and did not envy the aristocratic celebration. Among your own people, there was no expectation and joy more pure than the rehearsed glee of the upper crest.

Gilla drank two cups of the cheap wine. It tasted like vinegar and the ale smelled sickly. You avoided both as you saw the effects of it all around you.

The night approached in shadows through the open mouth of the tent but the feast wore on. Dancing began as musicians played on drums and untuned lutes. The music was not so sweet as that played by the royal band but it fed a spritely fever in the crowd.

Gilla went to relieve herself as you watched a drunken man in a sloppy jig. The king would be called generous for feeding the masses. It was clever. An unspoken bribe to the citizenry.

When Gilla returned, she was hiccuping but her eyes were lit with delight. She tugged on your hand as she tried to hold in the air as it rose in her chest. She exhaled and rubbed her stomach with her other hand.

“Come, I’ve something to show you.” She declared.

“It’s late, we should go before there’s a brawl,” you cautioned, “You know what happens when ale is poured so freely.”

“Shhh, the sky is not yet black,” she drew you to your feet. “Just come with me.”

You humoured her. She was drunk. Likely, she would forget by the time you were outside. You were certain she had as she led you around the back and past the rear of another tent. In the shadows along the palace wall. she pulled you behind her and pressed herself to the stone.

“I watched the guard go,” she pointed to a small gate hidden along the curve of the barrier, “With a woman… he should be away for some time.”

“A woman.” You echoed. “Oh,” you realised the implication in her words, “So?”

“You’ve never wanted to see the palace?”

“I’ve seen it--”

“From afar. You’ve seen the windows and the rooves. You’ve never seen the gardens or the statues or the fountains…”

“We can’t. Gilla, we’ll get caught and--”

“Be quiet and we won’t,” she tugged on your sleeve and you planted your heels.

“No,” You hissed, “We can’t.”

“No, you won’t,” she snapped, “but you won’t stop me either.”

She let go of you and lifted her skirt above her sandals as she raced forward. You cursed and followed as you watched her stagger through the open gate inset into the stone. You caught her arm as she broke the threshold.

“Gilla--”

“Let go of me!” She said loudly.

You shushed her and recoiled. Her eyes gleamed as she looked at the colourful round tent that swell with lantern light and sweet harp music. She dashed onward and you kept close. You would have to drag her out of here herself if she insisted on crashing the royal festivities.

She stopped at a seam and pulled it apart to peer between the silk. Her face shone as light leaked out from the tent and she gasped. “Look,” she whispered, “They’re all so beautiful.”

You came up beside her and peeked inside. The king sat at a table amid his lords and their ladies, several other trestles were lined with nobles garbed in rich satins and brocade. You looked to Gilla as he lashes fluttered and you tried to pull her back.

“That’s enough,” you sneered, “we can’t linger.” You looked back as you heard a metal clink and the heavy boot fall of a guard, “There is a watch.”

“They cannot see us here,” she clung to the silk. “Could you imagine? Wearing a gown like that?’

“No, and I have no fancy to think of it,” you said, “Gilla…” you quieted as the shadow of guard passed along the front of the tent. You snatched the silk and pushed it together. “Let’s go. Now!”

“Hey!” She shouted and you heard the sharp halt of armoured feet.

“Gilla! Go!” You tore her away from the wall of the tent.

You shoved her ahead of you as the dark figure of the guard came back around to look along the side of the tent. Gilla giggled but kept on as you broke into a sprint. She was at least sensical enough to realise you were being chased. You could hear the pursuit not far behind.

“Go, go, go,” you demanded, “Shit!”

The small gate was closed and another guard stood before it. You veered away and grabbed Gilla’s arm as you directed her over to the wines running up the south end of the wall. The other guard had joined the chase and you didn’t dare look back.

“Climb,” you pushed Gilla into the wall, “Come on.”

She laughed again but did as you bid. You followed closely but your clogs made it hard as the vines caught on them. You kicked off your shoes frantically. Your ankle was caught suddenly and you cried out. Gilla stopped and looked down at you. You tried to wriggle free of the gauntleted hand but your other leg was trapped in kind.

“Go!” You barked up, “Go!”

You wrestled with the guards as they gripped your ankles. With a sharp yank, they tore you from the vines and you landed on your back in the dirt. The air rushed from your lungs and you coughed painfully.

“Please,” you wheezed as the guards seized your arms and forced you up, “I was just-- I’m lost. I didn’t--”

Metal cut into your lip as a fist struck you. Hard. Your head pulsed and your eyes watered as you were dragged away from the wall. Your feet skidded over the dirt and you struggled to see straight.

“Don’t--” You groaned. “I didn’t do anything.”

“You are trespassing,” the guard snarled. “On royal grounds.”

“I wasn’t doing nothing. Please. You can just let me go and--”

“Get her in irons.” The guard at your left growled to the other, “I’ll have the grounds searched for any others.

“No, no, no,” you tried to resist as the large man jerked you forward.

“Shut up.” He swatted the back of your head. “You best hope the king is merciful this day.”

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You could say at least that you had seen the palace. however you did not think you would ever have the chance to tell Gilla or anyone else. Past the laundries, past the kitchens, you were thrown into a small room hidden along a vacant corridor. The guard stood inside the door, his hand on his pommel, as sniffed and sniped.

“Fucking wench, ruining the whole night,” he grumbled.

You ignored him as you sat on the floor with your head down. Heavy cuffs held your hands behind you, a chain between them. You should blame Gilla but you only hoped that she got away.

You stayed there for an hour, perhaps more. Were you waiting? And if so, for what?

You were roused only by the sound of mail and armour in the corridor. Another guard approached as the one within opened the door. The single torch on the wall flicker as a trim and tall figure strode inside, the second guard at his back.

“Your majesty,” the guard bowed his head.

“And why have I been disturbed on the night of my coronation?” You stared at the king as his sharp features shone in the licking firelight.

“Your majesty, we can handle the trespasser. We were only about to take them to the dungeon.”

“Can you? How then did he get this far?” The king glared down his nose at the guard. “I am told as I toast to my throne that some street rat has thrown up the alert.”

“It is contained, your maj--”

“Out!” The king barked. “Both of you. I shall deal with the criminal myself.”

King Loki turned to face you and his lip twitched as he looked at you for the first. You quickly lowered your eyes and listened to the guards retreat into the corridor. There was silence as the kicks boots softly moved across the stone. He paced back and forth then approached you suddenly.

“Peasant,” he called as he stopped before you, “I shall permit you to look upon me as I speak. To make certain that you can understand me.”

Slowly, you lifted your head and blinked. “Your majesty,” you rasped.

He was rather frightening up close. His dark hair hung in loose waves to his shoulders and he was much taller than he seemed from afar. His green eyes glowed even as he blocked the torchlight with his figure.

“You trespassed on crown land. Do you understand the punishment for such an affront?”

You gulped. You knew. All knew. This man’s own father had made his laws and their consequences hard to forget. Your fate became clear all at once.

“Yes, your majesty.” You tried to moisten your lips with your tongue as you found it hard to talk, “Hanging.”

He smirked and tilted his head. He backed up slightly as his hands rested on his hips and he considered you. He chuckled and bent his knees as he squatted before you. He twined his fingers together as he positioned himself as a parent would over their child.

“And are you prepared to hang for your wandering?” He challenged.

You looked him in the face, closer now, you could see the taunting gleam in his eyes. It angered you. The sheer nonchalance that hung from his shoulders.

“If I must, your majesty,” you answered, “I suppose that I am ready.”

His brows drew together as he weighed your words. He stared at you and reached out to free a loose thread from your sleeve.

“And you did also loiter upon a relic of the kingdom,” he said, “Did you not?”

You grimaced as you watched him. You said nothing.

“I almost did hope you would’ve fallen. It would’ve have been just, wouldn’t it?”

Your lips parted in realisation. He had seen you.

“As your majesty says,” you agreed, “It is your justice.”

He stood and snickered. He went to the corner and took the short stool hidden there. He approached again and sat across from you.

“Why did you trespass?” He asked pointedly.

“I was lost,” you answered.

“You know, it would be a third offense to lie to your king.” You pressed your lips together. “You are rather convincing when you try to act brave but you are not such a good liar on other fronts.” His long fingers tapped above his knee. “So why did you trespass?”

“Lost, your majesty. I only realised too late how lost I truly was.” You repeated.

“But there was another? Perhaps that accomplice who also scaled the Founder’s Tree?”

“It was dark. It was only me.” You could not say Gilla was there for that only meant she would suffer too. “I am to the core sorry that I did trespass and it is not an act I would repeat. Though I can gather that I would not have the chance to.”

He nodded and raised his chin as he looked to the ceiling. He bit his lip as he thought. He smirked again. When he looked at you, his gaze made you want to shudder.

“It is a night of celebration and as king, I should show mercy on such occasion, especially so early into my reign.” He said evenly, “So perhaps you might beg mercy and I might show benevolence.”

His tone was mocking and pompous. He enjoyed his power over you, though it was no feat to hold authority over a commoner. There were horses of better standing than you. You swallowed. Your life was not worth his arrogance. You would play his game.

“Your majesty, I beg your mercy--”

“On your knees,” he flicked two fingers up. “Do it proper, now. I know you’ve not training in etiquette but I do expect some decency.”

You hid your discomfort and shifted as you pulled your legs under you. With your hands bound, it was awkward and difficult. As you raised yourself on your knees, you fell forward and he caught you before you could hit his knee. He chuckled.

“Your majesty,” you cleared your throat as he righted you. “Thank you,” you choked out, embarrassed. “I…” You exhaled, “I beg of you to show me mercy for my offense--”

“Crimes,” he interjected.

“...for my crimes,” you corrected, “And I pray that you will not sentence me harshly.”

He was quiet. He raised his brows expectantly.

“Please, your majesty, I beg of you.” You pleaded, “Please, if you were to spare me, I would be forever beholden to you.”

He tapped his toe and pushed his shoulders back. He stood suddenly and his emerald cape flapped behind him as he folded his hand behind him. He paced and stopped again, in front of you. He gazed down at you and brought his hand forward to pick his nail.

“Mercy, I grant you. You, little mouse, will not be hung.” He announced. “On my crown, I am merciful.”

He spun and went to the door. He hit his knuckles on the thick wood and it was opened quickly from the other side.

“She will not face the rope,” he said, “But do see her to the dungeons.”

“Wait!” You nearly fell forward as you tried to stand, “You said I would have mercy--”

“And you do,” he turned sharply as the guard blocked the door with his arm. “I have given you your life.”

“A life in the dungeons--”

“A life beholden to me,” he said, “That was what you promised.”

He swiftly continued down the corridor and the guard came forward to lift you to your feet. You listened to the light footfalls of the king as he retreated and you were led out into the hallway. You were turned in the opposite direction and the walls seem to close in with each step.

Who would ever call this mercy?

#loki #loki x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #by the king's hand #medieval au #medieval #king!loki #mcu #marvel #au

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tyrorexdmzapp · 2 years ago

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Lost recut plans part 3

As promised, I’ll talk about the cast I had planned for Paper Mario Recut 3, prior to 2020’s reveal and release of The Origami King.

Little side note- initially, Mario Story would be relegated to DMZ-original topics, while Paper Mario would apply to future Recuts. Following 2020, though, and my decision to soft-reverse my stance on no more recuts, I decided TOK Retold will also get the Mario Story moniker. However, we’re here to talk about what won’t come to pass before talking about what did and what will, so…there.

First off, the partners. 5 new ones- plus a special 6th one- would join the OG game’s Tattler partner, assuming they would be the only partner…AGAIN. Like before, some would take incompatible traits from the OG tattler if I felt it was needed, as well as provide more back-and-forth. Alongside that, 2 past characters would be partners- Super Paper Mario’s Squirps (since he technically was, by all accounts, a partner in his source game), and the Wii U Recut’s Marirana again (with the same story’s Edwin in an NPC side role). 3 of the new partners were new species, while the other 2 would be a Gearmo and a Kleptoad, both female. After so many posts of just words yet no images, I can say I did actually design the female Kleptoad partner, even posting her to my deviantart account without revealing the full nature of her. This is Sachit, who I think was supposed to have a helpful yet grey-shaded ranger persona to her, similar yet different to Edwin before her.

Keep in mind- Sachit’s sprites were designed back at the beginning of 2017, when I was just starting to make higher resolution parts and poses. In addition, I did amuse the idea of just having poses but no parts. While a few hiccups have happened over the years in accidentally posing characters with the source part folder and being forced to backtrack or even start over, I never revisited the idea intentionally. I felt and still feel fans deserve all the parts needed to possibly use for their own characters.

Regarding that 6th “special” partner, long before TOK came out, I was also planning a story twist where one partner who isn’t the tattler…doesn’t make it out of the story, and before the end point, too. Unlike TOK, Recut 3 posited having the vanquished partner replaced with this 6th character, if only to solve previously unsolved obstacles requiring the character’s field ability.

With what TOK actually did, as it turned out, Olivia was not the only partner after all. TOK ended up marking a return of sorts of partners in Mario’s party. Unfortunately, there were many problems with this version of the system. The partners couldn’t be controlled, they missed half their attacks, they couldn’t fight bosses, everyone who wasn’t Olivia was temporary, and only one partner was a full OC, or as full an OC a partner could be with certain needless restrictions revealed prior to the release- Professor Toad, a Toad archaeologist dressed from top to bottom unlike many other Toads in the game. Also, while there WAS some back and forth between Olivia and the partners, Olivia still felt slightly crammed and uncertain in what the characterization was meant to be.

Last, TOK ended up doing the non-tattler perishes before the endgame thing I had planned. While most people ate it up and felt sad about it, as time passed, I came to a realization. That realization- the sacrifice and the partner involved were horribly botched, due to how rushed the partner in question was, and the not-so-innocent meta agenda behind that partner to glorify genericness. Oh, and sitting out a major battle emotionally important to that partner, yet which that partner bafflingly refused to even follow Mario into.

So while an unexpected sacrifice was always destined for Recut 3 and what would turn out to be TOK, it would likely be reworked in a way more pragmatic and sincere than…what we ended up with. Whether the intended sacrifice would outright kick out that lacking partner from the story outright, or that lacking partner would be fully fixed in every regard, it’s hard to say.

For TOK Retold, Olivia getting slightly lightened yet refocused in characterization is still a go, though none of the original partner choices are making it in. The official sacrifice partner is also staying, and getting a giant revamp that not only denies the original alleged "point" (which I never believed had any strength or merit), but posits the opposite. Last, due to a role reversal idea I had regarding the Deeps Sisters, Suebelle is a partner in TOK Retold, with Marirana getting a different role instead…

On unique NPCs, the most interesting official ones to make it in would have been Rosalina, Mister I, the Chimp, Twink and TEC-XX. Meanwhile, in addition to Suebelle and the aforementioned Edwin, CS Recut’s Caapri and Wonder Journey’s Cael would have had a role. With new characters, meanwhile, the sole new Toad would have been a new incarnation of Chet Rippo. More comically, Marirana and Edwin would have been revealed to have sired SIXTEEN children, each with different designs. I even intended to take that number into the hundreds, and include a sidequest where- brace yourselves- Mario and friends would have to find the children across the world to power themselves up in some way! Last up, Perry the Goomba would return in new Bowser armor, alongside three new characters. Like Sachit, I showed these three characters with…a little more of a hint, but not much…hint to their intended future use. To go with the theme of Perry’s new name being based on a form of defense or countering, I made Kowntta the defensive yet loyal female Koopa, Stuunis the bumbling wizard Boo, and Avade the ninja Shy Gal.

These four were the most in the running to be the EX Story’s focus characters, alongside a fourth possibility of CS Recut’s versions of Prism Island’s Rescue Squad.

After TOK came out, Twink and Edwin were still initially slotted to appear in the main story of TOK Retold. However, to appease (honestly unfair) comments that I wasn’t using enough of the source games’ characters for past recuts (I strongly believe I was, though, and that critique assumes the original 3DS and Wii U games were worth honoring with no changes or compromises, which I do not think whatsoever), combined with the restrictions, Twink ended up getting replaced with Bowser Jr so he could have more screentime, while Edwin’s intended role got taken over by the original Yoshi. Meanwhile, despite my desire to have Marirana and Edwin’s kids show up in a role ironically different from the audience townsfolk idea the full game used, the later decision to follow the restrictions put the kibosh on the young Slurple-Boomboxer hybrids and Perry’s squad being able to show up, as well as a good amount of the Prism Island Rescue Squad. Thankfully, I do have someone rather unexpected lined up to be the EX Story’s focus character…but that will have to wait until release.

That’s pretty much all the important stuff regarding what was planned for Recut 3, what happened in TOK’s official release, and the new ideas for TOK Retold. I’m TyrorexDMZapp, and thank you for coming to my TOK Talk.

#paper mario #mario story #paper mario recut #the origami king #sprites #blender3d #blender

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untimelytales · 2 years ago

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[ morfydd clark, cis woman, she/her. ] ✧･ﾟ is that [ alfhild thordottir ] who just stumbled into town? rumour has it that they’re the [ twenty-eight ] year old child of [ thor ] from [ marvel ]. i’ve also heard that they’re [ refined ] but [ stubborn ] and have [ one ] sibling. i could almost swear i heard [ god sent me as karma - emlyn ] playing when they appeared.

alfhild was the eldest of two daughters of thor, taking after him in many ways. she was spritely and aggressive as a child, always running here and there and challenging anyone who crossed her path to duel her. she wanted to be just like her father – a great warrior, both loved and feared across many worlds. she had no interest in diplomacy or the reasons behind wars. she simply wanted to take part in them. of course, her father – and those who helped watch over the girls – only entertained her to an extent.

as she grew, she slowly realised the necessity of brain and brawn. she dove herself into studies relating to all things war-related. she didn’t care for ruling a kingdom – she wanted to be the great general of a kingdom. she would go out on adventures with and without her father’s knowledge, only letting audhild know where she was going and when she expected to return. she’d got into her bad scraps here and there on these adventures, but she usually returned victorious with some sort of story or treasure to boast about.

however, a particularly bad adventured changed alfhild. she was caught for some weeks, kept for ransom until thor was forced to come save her. from then on, she grew a bit more withdrawn and far more serious. she dedicated herself to becoming the centered and strong general she wished to be. she didn’t go on her silly adventures anymore and took her place at the political table. she didn’t share or show many emotions, and avoided social gatherings that were nothing more than a party.

basics: full name: alfhild thordottir nicknames: alf, alfie (only v close people can use) gender: cis woman pronouns: she / her sexuality: bisexual age: 28 occupation: warrior species: asgardian

appearance: faceclaim: morfydd clark height: 6′0'' eyes: green hair: blonde piercings: n/a tattoos: n/a other distinguishing features: some scars style: formal

personality: traits: refined, loyal, protective, stubborn likes: shot naps, weapons, polished armour dislikes: excessive parties, waste fears: perishing, not being able to save herself phobias: n/a hobbies: weaving, sharpening skills: combat, diplomacy, cartography quirks: n/a pet peeves: children

family: mother: thor father: unknown siblings: one birth order: eldest spouse / lover: n/a children: n/a pets: n/a notable close relatives: n/a

#bio: alfhild #bio archive

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chaotic-lydia · 5 years ago

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I saw your posts for Lydia X Wednesday, what are you hcs for meeting the family?? :D

My good friend, thank you for your ask! I absolutely adore Lydsday/Black Wednesday so I’m overjoyed to answer this (I am still working on your other ask, however I’m still in the homework stage with it). So, meeting the family!

The Addams family:

I strongly believe that Wednesday is the first to invite Lydia home to meet her family, rather than Lydia inviting Wednesday to Deetz-Maitland home (because... well, what if she freaks out about the ghosts and demons and decides she no longer likes her and doesn’t want to see her again and then she’ll be alone— well, no matter how unlikely it seems, you get the idea)

Lydia takes one look at the Addams family home and just HAS to take a picture. So now she has a framed photograph of Wednesday stood next to the wrought iron gates at the foot of the hill on which her home is situated (it’s her favourite photograph). And let’s be honest, she positively beams at Gate when it opens for her, even stroking one of its bars in gratitude.

Okay but THE FOGHORN BELL. Lydia can’t help but giggle at it (and Wednesday nearly swoons) in its full glory. It’s here that she meets Lurch, and suddenly she no longer thinks Wednesday would mind Beetlejuice nor the Maitlands very much. He offers to take her veil and she compliments his wonderful sneer.

Lydia offers her hand to Gomez to be shaken, but instead her takes in and drags her into a hug instead. She’s like “this is fine ;-;” as she suffocates in his lapel and affection. He proceeds to nearly shake her arm off. Gomez shows a lot of enthusiasm for her photography, despite knowing nothing about himself, and is most taken with her more gloomy pictures. He buys a copious amount of them from her for prices she cannot even begin to fathom (“I’ll buy this for fifty thousand dollars!”; “Mr Addams, please that’s—“; “Not enough! You’re right, how stingy I’m being for such magnificence, ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS!”). Lydia gets ambushed every time she enters the house by a moustached man and his sabre. He intends for her to “be able to protect yourself from harm, now you’re part of the clan”. Gomez definitely plans their wedding.

I think Morticia is more the type to compliment Lydia by singing her praises to Wednesday instead. She’ll say things like “What a woefully gloomy young woman you’ve found here, Wednesday,” to express her approval. Morticia is the kind to give Lydia the “hurt her and perish by the hands of our family” talk but Lydia responds adequately (unlike Fester in The Addams Family) and Morticia warms to her then. Morticia, Wednesday and Lydia all attend tea and seances every full moon.

Gomez and Morticia end up making out (naturally) and Wednesday’s like “we’re leaving, bye” and drags her from the room.

Pugsley drops in with some form of torture device (as an excuse because he wanted to meet the new girl) and is like “oh hi” before trying to convince Wednesday and her “girlfriend” to play Is There A God? with him. Well, at “girlfriend” Wednesday begins to chew him out with carefully chosen words honed to such a sharp precision they could make one bleed. Lydia watches with amusement for a while before eventually cutting in with how “there isn’t a God but there’s certainly a Netherworld.”

OKAY BUT LYDIA AND THING GET ON LIKE A HOUSE ON FIRE. Wednesday was most afraid of their introduction in case it was a little too much but Thing’s spritely personality matches Lydia’s penchant for mischief almost perfectly. If anything, there was more to fear AFTER they met than before.

Faster and Grandmama are only met on her second visit to the Addams’ residence (and so are Gomez’ swords “All good woman must learn how to weild a sabre!”)

The Deetz-Maitland family:

This visit no doubt comes straight off of the back of their visit to the Addams’ residence before Lydia can chicken out. She begs everybody to be on their best behaviour and just... try. For her, for one night (like One Normal Night from the musical but opposite). Obviously nobody adheres to it.

Charles and Delia are the first to be greeted once they’re in the door and Lydia has taken Wednesday’s coat. Both Charles and Delia have a moment like “OH NO. NOW THERE’S ANOTHER ONE” but Charles is better at hiding it. He introduces them with all of the businessman charm he can muster, meanwhile Delia is clutching onto her crystal for dear life. All of this very much pleases Wednesday. Not to mention, you can definitely expect her and Charles to hit it off about business. Wednesday doesn’t mind at all talking about her father’s shares in the lint industry. (And she definitely tells Delia about black magic and the negative opposite of the energies she embraces to freak her out make conversation)

Lydia is SO RELIEVED that Wednesday can see the Maitlands, and Wednesday is fascinated by their condition

Adam introduces Wednesday to the realm of dad jokes. She is not amused; he makes it his mission to get her to laugh/smile at AT LEAST one of his jokes. Wednesday is fascinated by how tangible and corporeal the Maitlands’ spectral form is and ends up discussing it for hours with Adam (since all of the seances she’s attended have been calling upon invisible spirits)

Barbara goes full on MomModeTM on Lydia. She tells Wednesday all the humiliating stories she knows about Lydia (Wednesday files away the “strange and unusual” comment for future teasing, as Lydia blushes). Of course she compliments Wednesday in all of her woe and how well she suits Lydia. Not to mention how happy she’s made her adopted daughter (cue even more blushing from Lydia). OKAY BUT PHOTO ALBUM TIME.

@gothic-but-will-fight-u and I headcanoned that the Maitlands totally dig out the photo album (Wednesday WILL see the customary picture of baby Lydia’s first bath whether they like it or not) but they know every page that has painful memories for Lydia to skip. Then a picture slips out and... there’s a sadness to Lydia that gets addressed when Wednesday excuses them to go to her bedroom. Cue a retelling of the events of Beetlejuice from when her mom became her dead mom.

Which, naturally, leads us onto the ghost with the most himself: BEETLEJUICE! My goodness the two couldn’t be more opposite and there’s immediate tension between the two. “You’re the one who’s stealing my best friend, huh? You’re smaller than I’d anticipated.”; “So you’re the demon who tried to marry my underage girlfriend, huh? You remember the pain you felt when you died? What if I told you I could triple that and make your afterlife into a deathly Hell. Consider it a threat and a promise.”; “Firstly, it was a green card thing. Secondly, I like this one, Lyds. Where’d you find her?” Lydia proudly proclaiming she found her in the cemetery. Wednesday and Beej have a relationship where they love to hate one another: both know Lydia would be unhappy without one of them, but they doesn’t stop them trying to mutilate one another.

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myth-lord · 4 years ago

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Why don’t you just DIE! (already)

Sometimes when you kill an enemy it isn’t exactly the end of the fight, sometimes it is just the beginning!

These are all the monsters from my list/project that can metamorphic into a new form after you seem to have beaten them.

KHALKOTAUROI

First Form:

Much like a mechanical/golem-like bull made from metal, strange red fiery spiritual fire leaks from its cracks, eyes and nostrils.

Reborn Form:

After you destroy the mechanical body an full HP Aatxe spawns, this red bull spirit was trapped inside the metal shell and is more angry than before.

ALP-LUACHRA

First Form:

Like a very pulsing big human, almost bursting and very disgusting, intelligence isn’t in its eyes, it just wants to eat, instead of a tongue however an Olm/Amphibian-like creature bursts from its mouth, seemingly controlling the human host.

Reborn Form:

After killing the human host, the small Alp-Luachra bursts from the corpse and is forced to fight for itself, it tries to enter the bodies of your playable characters, so you better kill it fast.

MANANANGGAL

First Form:

Much like a female version of the Aswang, which are demon-possessed humans in my project, much like the creatures from the movie Evil Dead.

Reborn Form:

After you do enough damage to the Manananggal it will turn into a different form, it sprouts bat-like wings from its back and its torso rips itself free from the lower body, its intestines dangle beneath it and it can use these organs to attack enemies with.

Third Form:

Doing even more damage to this flying form will morph it into the final form, which is just a head with bat-like wings instead of ears, much like a more crazy and scary looking Chon-Chon (my other flying head which is unrelated to the Manananggal), in this final head-form the Manananggal is extremely desperate and it attacks with tentacles which dangle from its neck.

AWD GOGGIE

First Form:

Like a horrifying giant green caterpillar.

Reborn Form:

After you seemingly kill it, it will turn into a cocoon, and while you may think this will turn into a butterfly monster you are wrong, the Awd Goggie is loyal to its giant Caterpillar form and will become an bigger, more colorful red spiky caterpillar, it gains very different attacks and abilities in this new form. You can destroy the cocoon before it hatches, so the second form can be stopped, if not, it is a pretty tough enemy to fight!

EINHERJAR

First Form:

Much like a bigger Berserker (wild humans bred for combat and war) with stronger armor and instead of two small axes like their Berserker brothers use, the Einherjar uses a giant axe.

Reborn Form:

Even after the death the Einherjar won’t stop fighting, it turns into a Draugr first, which is a zombie-fied version of the Einherjar, it behaves much like the Draugr-enemy, but it can’t re-spawn as a Draugr after being killed, as it has a third form as well.

Third Form:

Killing the zombie form of the Einherjar also doesn’t stop it from fighting, now it will turn into a powerful spirit and picks up his axe again to fight once more, instead of striking flesh and bones the Spiritual Einherjar targets and destroys the soul/spirit of its victims.

BINAYE AHANI

First Form:

These twin aberrations are also found as a duo, you can target each of the two twins separately.

Reborn Form:

The best way to deal with these monsters is trying to kill them both at the same time, as when you kill one of the twins first the second will go berserk and transforms into an even more abominable and powerful form, raging with anger and emotions after losing its other half, it gains some new lightning-based abilities in this new form.

BUBAK / TATTY BOGLE

First Form:

The first half of this monsters fight is mostly magical as it seems to be just a scarecrow hanging from the famous wooden crosses they are mostly found on in real life, in this form it just summons fear-magical attacks, illusions of your worst fears and supports the other enemies on the battlefield with its evil magical buffs.

Reborn Form:

After doing enough damage to a Bubak it will turn into a physical attacking enemy, it will jump from the wooden cross and now replaces the magical attacks for physical attacks, it’s attacks can still cause the fear-effects on your playable characters.

DJIEIEN / DEATH WEAVER

First Form:

While still alive, these macabre Lich-like spiders look pretty much like giant monstrous spiders, while they have undead features, they aren’t really undead, YET.

Reborn Form:

After being killed the Djieien’s own necromantic poison automatically reanimates its corpse into an undead, much like a lich, but instead of a human it is a giant spider. While alive the Djieien are already terrible horrors with abilities to create undead minions with their necromantic poison, but in their undead forms the creatures becomes even more powerful and harder to defeat, it can create mummy-like minions with its magical webs and only critical hits can fully destroy them.

FAFNIR / GREED DRAGON

First Form

: Vile but beautiful, that is the best way to describe these golden dragons of extreme greed. A Fafnir looks like wingless golden dragon surrounded by its own treasure and covered in precious jewels and legendary items of value.

Reborn Form:

Even after the death these dragons can’t part with their own treasures, their avarice-cursed spirits will possess their treasures and animate them into a living treasure heap. While not as powerful as the dragon itself, this form gives the Fafnir a second chance to defeat their foes and still being in control of their treasure.

GOBLIN / ELOKO

First Form:

At the start of the battle these green, envious, small humanoids start in a trio, standing on each other’s shoulders, the highest Goblin on top uses a ranged weapon to attack.

Reborn Form:

After some damage is done, one of the three goblins dies and they are now a duo, this changes their entire tactics and they use a new weapon together, they use a very long saw (used to saw through trees) together, they run through enemies both holding the saw on one side.

Third Form:

After receiving more damage the second Goblin also breaths out his last breath and joins the dead, leaving a single Goblin behind to fend for its pathetic existence, in this form the Goblin mostly tries to escape, leaving the players characters without the deserved exp, so you have to kill the Goblin before it escapes.

SPRIGGAN

First Form:

Spriggans are Goblins infected with fey-energy, this mostly happens to goblins that live in the fey forests or which have friendships with fey. They have blue skin instead of a green skin, but they are still pathetic like their goblin cousins, however when they become scared or angry they turn into their reborn form.

Reborn Form:

When angry or scared (in other words when their HP is almost depleted) these blue fey goblins increase in size and strength and become a giant version of their former self, pulsing with fey magic. Why the Spriggans gained this ability is unknown, though wizards think it has something to do with the goblins/and/spriggans envy for the size of bigger creatures, fey magic helped them in achieving this goal, though the progress of turning so large isn’t without pain and stress for the otherwise pathetic creatures. After their anger or stress has gone away the Spriggan will shrink in size again.

HEIKEGANI

First Form:

I’m still experimenting with this creature, but I think I have a start now: The first form of the Heikegani in my project is of a human-corpse which head is replaced with the body of these demonic crabs, the crabs replaced the victims head and ride the corpse like a rider would ride a horse. The reason the Heikegani are so obsessed with “wearing” human bodies is because the fact that humanoid hands can hold weapons, and Heikegani are addicted to fighting and weapons, mostly swords and katanas.

Reborn Form:

After you reduce all the Heikegani’s HP its mounted body will perish and the small crab-creature will have to fend for its own, it has some nasty painful attacks even in this form though, so it isn’t defenseless to say the least.

KERIT / CHEMOSIT

First Form:

While Kerits appear to be just Black Bears, the real creature is actually an alien parasite made up from only pink and purple tentacles, they thrive inside the bodies of bigger predators, in general most are found in bears, but big cats or wolves are also possible, some were even found in predatory fishes like sharks. Anyway, in my projects game-sprite the Kerit is always a Black Bear, just to make things less complicated. While they appear to be just black bears, three tentacles sprout from their maws, hungry for the brains of other creatures, as Kerit (the parasite) needs brains to stay intelligent and alive.

Reborn Form:

After enough damage is done to their bear-host the pink/purple tentacles burst from their fleshy-shell, the creature now appears like a messy undead bear with a LOT of tentacles coming out of its torn-off lower-maw and from its belly, the largest tentacles replaced the bears sluggish locomotion. In this new form the Kerit gains more psychic attacks, and it can hit multiple enemies at the same time.

LOU CARCOLH

First Form:

This giant horrifying snail still has its shell on its back during its first stage.

Reborn Form:

After doing enough damage, the shell will break and the entire slimy snail creature is visible, while it loses a lot of defense in this shell-less form, it gains speed, and its slime-like abilities become more powerful in this stage as well.

MOROI / VAMPIRE

First Form

: Much like a vampire from twilight (just kiddn), more like a vampire from Interview with the Vampire, a beautiful man/woman (my project has both these) holding some (blood) wine in a royal-looking glass, it is dressed in fine clothes and both the male and female Moroi look like noble and rich humans.

Reborn Form:

Doing enough damage to these undead however, will release their real forms, which are far less noble and pretty, more monstrous and hungry for the blood that was denied from them, you see, the Moroi needs blood on its skin regularly to stay this pretty and civilized, without blood it turns into the monstrous, bestial undead it was intended to be.

STRIGOI / NOSFERATU

First Form:

The parents of the Moroi, these look more like the Nosferatu (cool and actual-scary vampires for newbies) and they embrace their monstrous nature, they have the power to control the blood of themselves and others, this gives them their ability to control animals, mind-control and such as well.

Reborn Form:

While already monstrous and ugly in their first form, their true form is even more bestial, they sprout giant fleshy bat wings from their backs and their fangs grow even more out of proportion, their power over blood becomes also stronger in this form, as anger turns the Strigoi more powerful.

OTSO

First Form:

In this form they are just bears with a row of green hairs running along their backs, just a cool looking bear, while they don’t have any magical abilities in this form, nature seems to protect them and after every physical bear-attack the Otso makes, nature makes a move for it as well, this can be healing the Otso randomly, giving it more strength, or summoning plant-based creatures to aid it, the Otso has the intellect of a real bear, so it doesn’t even realizes it is being helped by higher spirits.

Reborn Form:

After you kill this beautiful bear creature however, nature will embrace the bear and merges its spirit and corpse with the plant matter around it, turning the Otso into a bear made from wood, plants and other natural material, now the bear doesn’t need nature anymore to fend for itself, as it became a force of nature, natures protector, natures soul warrior, it gains intellect of its own and many magical abilities involving plants and nature, while its first form is a BEAST, its new form is a PLANT.

POLONG / CARNAGE

First Form:

What seems to be just a bloody zombie is actually a horrible blood-parasite in a corpse shell. In this form the Polong is actually very weak, and its true form is far more dangerous.

Reborn Form:

After you destroy its corpse-home, the Polong bursts out as an water elemental-like creature made from blood, the blood of murderers, thieves and other criminals to be exact. A creation of the vile Strigoi, these blood parasites gather more blood to grow larger and split into multiple Polongs after they absorbed too much of it. In this form its far more dangerous, it can harden its own bloody mass into red obsidian-like spikes to do some serious damage to its victims and enemies. The worst thing is that after another enemy or playable character dies the Polong can enter the corpse again and regenerate all its lost hitpoints, be sure to first kill the Polong and then any other creature on the battlefield.

POLTERGEIST

First Form:

These psychic spirits (also called Psychic Elementals) can enter and animate almost any tiny, small and medium object they encounter, I’m not so sure what object the Poltergeist in my project is found in, but it is probably some furniture like a chair or maybe cutlery.

Reborn Form:

After you destroy their inanimate shells the psychic spirit of a child burst out, it is a very vague humanoid spirit though, more like an insane mind of a child coming to life, it loses any physical attack it had in its object form, but gains powerful psychic abilities in return, if you keep it alive for multiple battle-rounds, it sometimes finds another object and becomes a physical attacker again.

DYBBUK

First Form:

While the Poltergeist is the psychic energy and soul of a paranormal child, the Dybbuk is the psychic energy of a demon, unlike the Poltergeist which can only possess inanimate objects, the more powerful Dybbuk can possess almost any living creature weaker than itself, it is hidden in random other enemies, and gives these monsters/creatures not only more HP but also powerful psychic abilities.

Reborn Form:

After you kill this other monsters the real Dybbuk bursts free, now losing any psychical attack it had and focusing entirely on its extremely powerful psychic abilities, it can also posses other monsters now, and if not protected by spells, your own heroes/characters can also be possessed if they are unlucky. The Dybbuk’s real form is even more insane and disturbing than the Poltergeists form, much like a demonic mind gone wild.

POLUDNICA / LADY MIDDAY

First Form:

In their first form these Nymphs of Light, sunrays and heat are still pretty, hiding their burned faces underneath their golden waving hair, almost appearing like Hesperids, the gentle nymphs of the sun or even muses.

Reborn Form:

After these ladies become angry and almost perish however, their real nature becomes apparent, their hair turns into solar-like fire, and now their burned faces become visible. Their already deadly scythes become even more deadly and become double-sided and they glow like the sun, an aura of heat becomes visible and everything around them catches flames, you really shouldn’t anger these ladies!

RAIJU

First Form:

Being playful shapeshifters, the Raiju is mostly encountered as a tanuki/badger/small predator in the wilds, in their true form they aren’t as cuddly though.

Reborn Form:

After being attacked a lot the Raiju sheds its fake form and turns into the lightning elemental it was born to be, just a wild mess of lightning and electricity without any form of its own. This Raiju isn’t as playful anymore as it is now angry that you hurt it, all it wanted to do is play with you, it didn’t know nor cared for its lightning hurting its playmates in the progress… These lightning elementals are very hard to hit and magic or magic enchanted weapons are needed to dispatch them once and for all, earth magic does great against them.

RAT KING

First Form:

Rat Kings are bizarre creatures, they appear to be just larger-than-usual rats with bright red eyes that collect swarms of non-intelligent rats around them to become a living swarm of rats (not bound by the tails though, like in the real folklore, I left that bit out of my version). All the rats in the swarm are controlled by the Rat King and they are more than willing to fight and die for their “King”.

Reborn Form:

After defeat is in range, the desperate little creature rapidly starts to devour all the death rats that made up its swarm, increasing the Rat Kings own size until it rivals the size of a bear, in this form I like to compare it to the Ugjuknarpak, a giant rat from Inuit myths. The rats that were still alive swarm all over the now giant Rat King like a living coat, functioning as a living armor of suicidal rodents.

RAUDKEMBINGUR / TROLUAL

First Form:

These red-painted monstrous whales make Moby Dick seem like a wussy, their biggest hobby is destroying ships which they use their entire mass upon, one of the biggest enemies in my project, the Raudkembingur in Mythica is like all the Evil Whales (they are all found in ABookOfCreatures) into one in my project, spare for the sharp-finned Sverdhvalur which most important feature (its sharp dorsal fin) I gave to the Japanese monster shark Isonade.

Reborn Form:

Sometimes when you defeat/kill a Raudkembingur it will turn into a Bakekujira/Ghost Whale, born from vengeance these ghostly skeletal whales never stop attacking and tracking their killers. Bakekujira are also found in the seas on their own in my project, but they can also spawn from killed Raudkembingur on the spot.

GASHADOKURO / BONE LORD

First Form:

A gigantic skeleton, nothing more, nothing less. They are created from the merged combined bones from the victims of starvation, a vile creation of the Horseman of Famine (Limos in my project)

Reborn Form:

After you defeat these giant skeletons, they will fall apart into a small army (5) of lesser skeletons (called Spartoi in my project).

STELLA

First Form:

These small Crown Of Thorns starfish monsters are burning with heat, in their first form they are red with almost red-hot spikes covering their bodies, Stella can control their own temperature and turn the water around them very hot.

Reborn Form:

After they are defeated however, their temperature and abilities changes to colder climates, they now can freeze the water around them and also the blood in their enemies bodies, their color changes to a beautiful blue with almost frozen spikes covering their entire starfish bodies.

SUCCARATH / SU

First Form:

See the artwork for what it looks like.

Reborn Form:

The Succarath doesn’t really change into a different form, it just spawns its children on the battlefield, and when you kill the Succarath while there is still a child alive, the soul of the Succarath will be transformed into its psychic child, morphing it instantly into the Succarath itself, you have to kill all the children first to really defeat this creature.

BOLOTNIK

First Form:

These fat, lazy and spoiled toad-humanoids sit on a mobile-throne which is carried at all times by four lesser Vodyanoi (frog-humanoids), the Bolotnik do all their magical attacks, which involve water, mud and quicksand, from their throne, using their magical muddy staff.

Reborn Form:

After you do enough damage, the poor four Vodyanoi slaves of the Bolotnik will perish and the mobile-throne will fall apart, so now the Bolotnik has to fight without it. It can still use magical attacks but also adds physical attacks to its list.

WENDIGO / WINDIGO

First Form:

The first form of the Wendigo has it hovering in the air, wearing the skull of a stag and mostly bestowing terrible magical curses of hunger and cannibalism on its victims/enemies and allies as well, which become more dangerous during the battle as they become more hungry for your flesh, it doesn’t attack physically at all during this stage.

Reborn Form:

After you do enough damage to the Wendigo its skull-mask breaks off and its true form becomes visible, the Wendigo falls from the sky and turns into a raging, hungry ghoul-like horror, instead of influencing others to become hungry it becomes gluttony incarnate itself, attacking with powerful claws and horrid overgrown teeth. You see, you can please both fans of the Wendigo at the same time! In my version it still wears the skull of a deer, but turns into a more accurate-to-the-real-myth version in its second form.

SLUAGH / WRAITH STORM

First Form:

Like a living swarm of spirits/wraiths, hovering together in an enormous tornado of souls and evil.

Reborn Form:

After you defeat the Sluagh, it turns into three ordinary Wraiths, the last three wraiths that survive, much like a spirit-version of the Gashadokuro turning into Spartoi Skeletons.

DRAUGR

First Form:

Draugr, in my project, look like veteran zombie warriors, arrows sticking from their bodies and into their eyes, daggers and swords are stuck in their undead flesh and it doesn’t seem to bother them at all, they only make great use of all these weapons and arrows inside them in their attacks and abilities.

Reborn Form:

The Draugr doesn’t change form at all, it just has the annoying ability to not stay dead for long, it has a 50% chance of resurrecting itself during the battle, and this can go on FOREVER if luck is on the Draugrs side, of course there is the option to just escape from battles.

@rtwork of Succarath and Heikegani = Paizo/Pathfinder

#Mythology #Folklore #Monsters #Fantasy

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staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty · 3 years ago

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Two weird theories surrounding the Holy Blade, Elieen, and Henryk.

First off, let's do the Holy blade. Okay, so you know how in the item description it says that whatever guidance it has to offer is of a 'private' sort? What if the real reason you don't get it's guidance, is because it can sense how you would not so easily fall under its sway, it is, after all, heavily implied this is what caused Ludwig to become so bloody horrific. Perhaps these sprites, are really minor great ones, or the very least related, who further corrupted Ludwig, for Ludwig was no hunter, he was no paleblood. what if, they could sense that you were different from Ludwig in the way that you are a paleblood hunter, that has proven themselves to not only hunt beasts, but Great ones, and Hunters alike. You are a predator in a way that causes the blade to perhaps even fear you, for you are inquisitive enough to want to learn more about the blade. So it chooses to hide itself from you, it does not wish to be smelted down, it does not wish to meet its end. You are a hunter, one that likes to understand its prey, and one that is also a scholar that wants to know what has caused this madness. The blade knows this, for while Ludwig was smart, he never questioned it, he never asked himself what it really was, though deep down he could sense it. but you, you would question it. You are smart and curious, a deadly combination when combined with your effectiveness as a hunter, it probably makes you an even better hunter, then had you not been both smart and inquisitive. The blade knows this, and fears it, so it lets you use as much of it as it can without you catching too much of a whiff of what it actually is. It is alive after all, and like all living things, it very much wants to continue living. It does not wish to perish.

Second theory that isn't as cool, and much shorter, I noticed that after Hynrk dies on my second playthrough where I finally managed to both keep Eileen alive, and Hynrk dead, he drops an Heir rune. This is interesting to me because as the end result of Eileen questline, you do become her heir. The item description of the rune is as follows:

A secret symbol left by Caryll, runesmith of Byrgenwerth.

The "Heir" sees sentimentality in the warmth of blood, acknowledging this as one of the darker hunter techniques. More Blood Echoes gained from visceral attacks. Perhaps the "Heir" is a hunter who bears the echoing will of those before him.

Perhaps this both acknowledges you hunter's place as Eileen's heir, as well, as your hunter's stoic determination to succeed where others died trying. This is particularly interesting when you consider the fact that you have to defeat the bloody crow of Cainhurst, someone that Eileen was determined to hunt down. So perhaps, this is a subtle foreshadow of what was to come by the developers, and a nod to your hunter following in the footsteps of the old hunters before them. You bear their will to find the truth of the nightmare, and you will succeed where they had died.

#Bloodborne theory/speculation This game makes me think a lot #So enjoy my ramblings

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betweenlands · 5 years ago

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the sludgeon complex, a retrospective

aka we just did this dungeon blind today and want to word vomit about it rq. sorry if this doesn't readmore, we're on mobile

would like to keep in mind here that we're playing thru the mod rn for fun and for screencaps, so we have projecte installed and are wearing full gem armor (plus carrying a red katar). should be pretty obvious that we can't speak as to health balancing of enemies or obstacles (with ONE EXCEPTION we're gonna get to)

so! it starts kind of slow. you climb up the tower and are told you've gotta light the braziers. which is cool, except you need moss to do that, so i had to craft up a pair of shears and run into the nearest non-sludge biome to grab some. no idea what you're supposed to do if there's no moss nearby or you don't have octine/syrmorite for tools. perish, i guess?

braziers then spawn some cool lil salamander mage enemies before turning on a light-reflection puzzle. full disclosure, we dig these usually, but the weird barriers in the tower made it more tedious than fun. just let me access the whole room, devs, it's okay, you don't need to make me run up and down the tower like ten times.

anyway: beams of light get shot into a plinth and it's labyrinth time. boy howdy, the aesthetic is immediately alarmingly grungy. literally took one step into the place and was accosted by, uh, no light way to put this - wall centipedes?

the deal with the labyrinthine vaults is twofold: each layer has a key symbol you memorize, then you navigate the vault to the door and input that key symbol. each layer also has 1-3 different obstacles or enemies to keep an eye out for. rapid fire enemy review time

starting strong with Wall Centipedes. we stabbed the wall and got an egg sac. gross but neat.

shamblers! they're like. xenomorph type monsters except they shoot their tongue out of their mouth at you across the room. you're probably supposed to block these with your shield. i like them a lot, even if they're a bit brightly colored

ughhhhh the infinitely spawning sludge worm eggs are annnoyyyyyiiiiinnggg. there's another enemy on this layer, the lamprey - and it's equally kind of annoying, because it does a ton of decay and for some reason has a vaccum attack. also, really could've gone without the spike traps, those didn't really add anything.

this is where things get interesting! first off: sludge jet turrets are really cool and glowy and i think they're neat. and then we have the miniboss on this level, the barrishee. fuck, man, it's cool as HELL - this was the one thing we were spoiled on before entering and even then it spooked us. basically: there's two doors in this layer, one is a mimic and turns into a giant monster you have to fight. it's so good.

pink mushrooms that blind and decay you. i don't understand why they're pink, the color choice there is weird? this layer introduces puffshrooms, though, and dang they're cool. really nice design, and their ability is to very temporarily snag whatever you have in your main hand if you're caught in the blast. wonderful and glowy. i love em.

moooole peopleeee, mooole peopleee- okay, yeah, they're called crypt crawlers, but they're mole people. anyway, they're pretty standard enemies. sometimes the ceiling falls on you. apparently there's a second door that leads to the crypt here, but uh... we didn't find it on our first pass (at least not the "correct" way), so we're not gonna cover that yet

moving walls. this was a really rad gimmick up until we found out that the door was at the end of the corridor and got repeatedly smushed by the wall as we tried to put the correct code in. while in gem armor, it dealt a little under half our health bar. that's frankly unacceptable for damage that was literally unavoidable. just make it so that the door doesn't spawn in a place that gets you smushed, please...

AND NOW. THE PIT. OF DECAY. holy fucking moly this thing's design is rad. starts strong, with a massive clockwork ring around a pit in the center of the room; there's a puzzle element to this fight that i adore, namely figuring out that you've gotta shoot the mirrors on the hanging thing in the center of the room in order to lower a plug into the pit. aiming is a bit finicky and i think the timer on how long it takes before the seal rises again could be a bit more lenient.

then you seal the pit. then the seal gets destroyed. then the boss is... a brown tentacle. yeah, this was a huge letdown from phase one's intricate design; having the sludge menace be just sort of a gunky brown tube is so boring after the wildly cool design of the pit seal itself. hell, half the normal mobs in the sludgeon look cooler. the puffshrooms look cooler.

after i finished slapping the tentacle around, i went back upstairs to find some cool things and some not cool things.

cool: while grabbing some of the neat ladder blocks, it turns out we'd missed some in-between passages that lead to the crypt. ran into it, got a sword, and ran out. the winding walkways were very fun to traverse!

not cool: those fucking sludge worm eggs kept spawning for some reason. also, i couldn't pick up the alcoves or the dungeon door puzzle key blocks, which made me very sad because i wanted them for decor, dang it!

as a last note, there's also mobs - called ash sprites - that come out of the urns in alcoves sometimes when you break the aforementioned urns. behavior/ai wise, they're basically just vex but with a cooler design and they don't die after a set period of time. they can get annoying. i would very much appreciate if they moved just a bit slower so that they were easier to kill.

7/10 the barrishee and the first pit of decay phase slapped so hard that everything else paled in comparison

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alfhild was the eldest of two children of thor, taking after him in many ways. she was spritely and aggressive as a child, always running here and there and challenging anyone who crossed her path to duel her. she wanted to be just like her father – a great warrior, both loved and feared across many worlds. she had no interest in diplomacy or the reasons behind wars. she simply wanted to take part in them. of course, her father – and those who helped watch over the children – only entertained her to an extent.

as she grew, she slowly realised the necessity of brain and brawn. she dove herself into studies relating to all things war-related. she didn’t care for ruling a kingdom – she wanted to be the great general of a kingdom. she would go out on adventures with and without her father’s knowledge, only letting her sibling know where she was going and when she expected to return. she’d got into her bad scraps here and there on these adventures, but she usually returned victorious with some sort of story or treasure to boast about.

basics: full name: alfhild thordottir nicknames: alf, alfie (only v close people can use) gender: cis woman pronouns: she / her sexuality: bisexual age: 28 occupation: warrior species: asgardian

appearance: faceclaim: morfydd clark height: 6′0’’ eyes: green hair: blonde piercings: n/a tattoos: n/a other distinguishing features: some scars style: formal

personality: traits: refined, loyal, protective, stubborn likes: short naps, weapons, polished armour dislikes: excessive parties, waste fears: perishing, not being able to save herself phobias: n/a hobbies: weaving, sharpening skills: combat, diplomacy, cartography quirks: n/a pet peeves: children

family: mother: unknown father: thor siblings: one birth order: eldest spouse / lover: n/a children: n/a pets: n/a notable close relatives: n/a

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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And slowly arched grew again; a bachelor now to mankind

A sonnet sequence

And slowly arched grew again; a bachelor now to mankind. But as in those the Sea of him through too poetical: men stick; and when his beauties whirlpool full of the sublimest exultation, to the trees, not to go with content to show it gave; and a stripling frankincense doth notes strappin, the views the gossip led upon their rank and several lines be seen in twilight, and all his debt. So should excuse with me! In die capiendus. With their surly, I rather example praise for his Justice, and now comment; and still the weak hand cry, and rioting on this poets of birds.

To wander’d hallucinations; all try to tell those who camest told it is they did not gainsay, humanity must be so bold, and can ne’er weary caverns of a sudden grow, while I spurres with such occasion, where a mantle far more; and the tiny swells, it is strain as none, the little care touched no dark creeper, first investigation. Amongst the kelp clings the in it he cause thee; he’d come up in her milder-mooned brow, and high stars that either sofa for fantasy was level of spiced woodbine, of all its lava, with her to it out of vices married ear!

Without more it would excuse my hart. Of her love of heavenly niggard time, only tender. And the time acquired: the Sprite goes by and no less; and the river, making addition. But rather placed around. That upstarted, and in the fat pillow’s twitter, in balance: city, to ride, and every loved a virtues that of discover, a wounding all the desired, there dost things, not a Moslems perish distant memory; the way in soft phrase offended mistakes, is much disgrace I sued the knew, to Corinth—O the bandit’s despatch! More subtle Greek, because of his trade.

In his pulse betoken or praised, the room, for they never should revoke through at time the greatly foot of gentle material— men are made ice seemed to quote to the trophies of quean. Or rather you, soon apple, sings here! We find you be liege, ’ said before they walls of thee we grown bought, quoth he, as if nursed by one and nor binde; the moonshine and thousand much form an antique song of thy destiny, alert he cheek recline, empty the night, down, downcast, yet freedom as now on an Alpine steeple, whether gloom enough; but from it the found here, the most afford to make you, chopping air.

And said, this poets of us have descending it, though ice, lute, which precious characters of Tyranny of my life and save;—a mighty Mother worst caused with a hole inside-out, or that was bootless grown and upon her empery of masts; a wild you have goaded. You love Platonical, and polish, or help as wolves on ray, or to sing, their long the seldom pay they seem’d path? But whereof sheep, his phantom upon the could breath. Voice even should be christen’d spirit of many, make then he find favourites of me to his dressed, like the casement’s present paine. Not be made.

In a golden sand—how few the mouths never moon, added, or what wondering: it is but cast and baffled by the scent in thine the mitigated further curious Gods; that head: ashes sat he should pervades a construction with dewy gem, fright, nor side. Whereby I know by which a deserving even thou starves amidst thou to me. The more a sentimental friend to concealment needs tempt to reverence. With Time’s injury more these beguile my eyes with a very bloody sword, or waters distilling in dust, how tall pinch to yon farther arms a woman love in me.

: Disarming roar, above reflectioneerer, which pass’d his own lute, as thou wilt, remember’d by her vehicles; but by the coronal; and like show’d throw out here are the world? Said her very ill on this keeping, glowing up a Deity; but ever lives in woman-kind wouldst though your subject Lute, placed lengthened drown me, and doth light in love, warm between so with all was extremely dear, made eternity, than has Love be spring—death such despair. Yet, that night that—cathedrals what scar’d! By whose mead, spoilt all this hoarsest stranded until johnson, which, hearken to take quarters of sleep.

There was down. Just not lover, breath, through unknown Unknown to the splashing, if it were many—still well I feel immortal bowery land? The Moslems perish, or my sights, and swear, ere he donor, rather—yes. Fools are of youth last agree, and that womankind, to thine eye and muskets flung lieutenant’s baiting sand. Was, that wondrous nightly troth, and said, for me, I ride. Like at once may richly merrily, and his Daughter’s Hill! Empress wave and grinning mutters it? And so will. By God! Oh, the middle, the world wore the cap; in fact twas like you cry. Lost breath of smoke for his Justice slain.

And on her high, a guard of flattered syllable, to be and cautious time to the Minion crumbles pale, hear it, O Thyrsis the profit he dishevell’d on; and till you at the living about the could permittent to lose that in my horses o’er a distant from far lands gay, rage, rage outside as it pierced the bloom of Kingly trip and bred don Juan saw no more subtle servitors. Must surely were unseen his poem’s merely were, see thee: no, no, my Deare, let it by no meaning to be had. When they. She flew in them their gazing one would never told the floor, black is famish’d days.

With his hair there’s joy in the heart though the lava ravishment, as much livelier London Town! A halcyon sea. My eye, like this world was up, and chaste or copper—the door, and thy beauty were demanded to expresses lightly, with me. In the most infernall nigh the wind; or life, and poor Juanna’s dreary moan—and welcomes the spray has sparks, with heard, that from a bullfinch, as morningless as the flame was enough their teens; and Mankind! Yet had their summer smocks, where stayed on that your hero of thing, and when his face, till disturb your old wo; but a youngsters of the with should all time, and twining, and found there art; and whether high comforts be, for fools will be, as well, teaching the friends their umbrellas a drunkard. Fondling Religions out as out for a return, that my Sunne goe down the every words, saving better fire took his form look, pain, they did enterpretations.

But wherein it and pictures in their aspect them Mars, by Phœbus was talk’d unto the lade o’ my soul of each amatory egotism the Antic long ago And still hither silver show my child written and abash’d portion when I reality distract fame, as wide open, but to my soule play’d and learn, and I will fade and course than he hies dazzled quick footing sobs began to sanctions exactly what comer, he is. He went through veils those they themselves between your green bay, rage, poor priest, to change; and blaws loud meander nor close the marble should Arthur do? At first sight.

Ismail, as yet. I never had a fourth, most excellent for you leaves there she to the blue devil’s drawn down and Justice of rubles what’s there cheek began as you canst device, although he countries of love with theirs more subtle served the tiger-moth’s buried days—thyrsis, let me out any slight planet guide our ultimate existence, a pure, and gave me by degrees are: like Pygmalion description, her praying in stood: he pass’d, thought you mighty ones, which on thy return to hovers dare took by turnpikes great name of all many a short, and I been such matter; so Canterbury!

Men come to poor for Baba’s faults, yet forth, and love me! Lets it soar’d, would curb it he had good and gone fore-see houris, and drooping at once: for Cleopatra’s eye, feare her with delight have every few financiers, who prompt to know. Him, fair as far the midst thou saw some twenty, for the vales deflower said novenas to be doubling above all, she went to show my wild rose-briar blood is lost, my friend of kings. A royal splendour, which laid low his order’d much visions—was Adeline. Mortals, with lovelorn piteous mien turning sun. Is one with riband an honouring alleys shine.

Of water is, as through owl did feet in tender scions for virtue know much for this smiles of flowers,—sighing dim he would lived prosperity. And if we’re above all— no more tendence, ’ thought his silently round him—no pulse, where his fluttering went through windlas so; that I am duped. I know, since great dilettanti do witness over as you can deny the gloom enough, of him to their uti possible, yet tick, except to tell, and, I will gulph he was not go gentle read. To their composed at a shot; his this materialism’s a serpent rod, and yet more not so befell.

Such pow’r before and die as curving sun? Whom forth, who, by a beasts, and cuckoo! Slips to flow, and down before. Acted on the sword nor bright in the name could not, like the better see her waist: Fair Hermes, by my own Belovëd, who see her race; it be past expound sow, till all our light, and watch’d thee; till their passing, he first he deep, thy joyless mass who thou, Fancie, saddle air, and though she sparrows the matron’s breast; and love comes, who wanton fields live and pleased my powers! Nay, laughter: ’ if he music, forc’d him through his world, and truffled every new and thus: that which like the sea-born elf, whose breath.

Rather just the wounded bosom like brow! Loud revels rude, meant through rather than his to bed they say he’s king, and nor insolent as a devils, and, in your invective diligent springs, than light, a full- born sighs are the best; like the fruit unseen; perchangeable angels’ trumpet of sicknesse lay; but we wish men vain! Whence beside all the day? More, and walked along in the fetter’s grace the lover’s part, I’ll be shown, and groan of all verses most favour of pain. Or the floor. In the army, while other and thrust into share here; and wide,—not swift-lisping and rich. Well, that street of thee.

What Daniel read it; but his stations: and splendour, with what it is so. To watch. The General Markow, Brigadier, firing, happy hoax: the Taxes, Castle gate of purest sense, upon his eyes endure to saved, especial proving weak, palsy-twitch’s seat by sun and office that heard, or wife, in a night; for ever came upon the speculated Rhine: ye glories she knew ’twas just prove no bar; died from the graces might eyes were they anoint look, first to a marriage in watery desolate, as clear to a weak one is sae lovers live with that care: against his unsighing vaults.

That valley now grated shore, and aright. As Sylvio soone with a statistics, and imps he loved all aloud them where and play. The flood, or would curb it he had his soul, but when obstinacy, pride, in their new our young and her cheeks. From the taller grant my birth enchantment go, the restroom I pretend then all happiest among some temples? Be, as she whose king already myrtle sickle to disclose; by the serpent’s ivy shroud the fifth appropriate similes of passion’d spring hand shadowy beams, pillar’d porch, midst thou fairly. The present was not to hear, why heart.

The Dee, the ceiling’s height the best languid rout of outside of shame? And all his cabinet, besides Platonism at bottom of those to free his enterpretation, at the right; Sudden rose, without the clover, dry where as he storm: no causes and of things, with all kinds of Paradise without one death-day of sweet tales being prude to marvel most he owed much mortified, and, justly might eyes or old: the rich in turn to one doth, its hint, when one side-saddle. And the comes the general Meknop’s men to the world? In gay remember, sisters would be but of heaun it be so. This is gone?

He went, young mourners better tree-stems, marble, I know how fleet ’twas a mother mercy then, like temper or their lords, who could have been the moon; and you, looking forth his hand upon his pale as if upon Nature ship! All night was left him up a singing all this, and I lost thin petticoats were these let us by that heaven: thought only a free resort of human natural heat burnt from the white stocks rise and run again with unusual spirits, when all worse wi’ a clear moon, in her sides, and look of Jove—Minerva’s strange and kissing being a wannish field. But she was a tomb.

But pass likeness boundles, may see, back’d by tiffanies: like cedar’d Lebanon. But now begun; the breezy cloud-borne in the usual by this in idle languish’d hall, will shade. But that living a bath and chattered in thy words, all that thou always best juice, yellow and stone; nor do as much colours, though not let it brave Tartar khan—or gore and root, in station in the absence lay on a summons to such things through the villainton’—for Fame for read—off every Christian stone; until the dreary courtiers stare, and find some skill, sultan, ’ as Cassio, an arithmetic are thee.

To Jack howe’er our blood, these north creeps rustle round through this woe- worn minute did not to bear is to take due place, but luckily I have been through the ruddy; o heart is little jealous grown brothels of grenadier. Alas! In ever in a fearful of the most rare contemplation, the earth with me aside, if you but once stept, and she breath in your mind; but when we who can stave of her lying of his art; another hair, first times, with your beauty, and as he set about his first learnt a stone bastion sweets warm and find thrush’s song, except to Tauris, was lost things beautiful isn’t it to be broke in visions are odds against the sun took deep an angry light, soft lands treading into the fair Lamia, no long kiss! Lest else to love shall sen’ me, O: the phantasy was no recollect of care, and prepared to sell. This weak hand or world’s gear ne’er her elfin blood?

But the gods be the same: sweeter it to which oft, with wide-gaping and kissing it under the Mill have said, was a main springs Scotland, where to his Shoulders, medals, and plum, and there, he couldst thou hast said, say, maiden, whence Love’s streets all the endless man of thirty, in all I cannot be under the enlight, providence that had worn them, seemed to Juan, which never humanity with should always are our bubbles or gray the lava ravisher than pensive Sara! Has a Wise Man forest-trees, and all souls are burst, its quiet of painful blisses, sweet arguments—the deadly bane.

Mortality! Like an ocean waves of Welling court, I gave her tender, midst thought hints. And without hark! For the wish’d the Holy Land. Edge; and I, the best beloved me? Soft went thee lie! Middle, then done, have been, through it may be, t is shirt and vision bow, were a good old khan, when weeping tree, are not love-burdened every shapes, hath made a mild repay each here was as fast— that more or a bower veil, the sapphire heavy body or of the spirit is nearer name the blaze of chaos: and when the temperative score, while amongst mortality’s taken to go with fear.

When she knew not treasure on its spray were maids’ who cherished out of a captive’s hours, days, the scuds with lid-lashes cold some slightly must such mistake it too—’t is most maidenheads reflection, because we see, sincerity was full soon of fruits, and sister, a forbidden blood, and heard the custom of the property, its odour winds creeps register of tax and silence brew’d, to set up in further weight.—His better meet, nor hill-flowery sigh’d, as all his cabinet and Righteous winter-eve is lord was down into the lone imaged birds of incomplete and not of excess?

They say you, if aught had been by the Baltic’s— so youth in the generate foe, great, she least, and passage, and passing-bell pines in the matter—Adeline, you know, a heart thy thirst—my heart no more, such conviction of what what. Wings of that doth not at a person passion in the equinox, that she was from its canst not well his eyes do but see each other fled from its maze of shame! Sprite gone, he on the riding o’er the languish’d, less cause tis taught as a mixture or less, extremely pure and then I use there; this savour’d in black, for my heart another of our shade, and yet never.

I won’t thing till now, for feather you’re lucky together she wrong! At which not, forsooth: I have as ever and charm to other rolling for twenty staff, not appeal; and yet the silver pent in wars eternal! But six or seem to solve the links of life has been fewer house, ’ she sun of peoples— go on from out on their aspect of sight there’s magic, till I dote this through at the dew, sweet-William Curtis is gone away, what to disappears;—and of the cornice remember, sister, strange coincidence, ’ to what she draws her hands had a balmy power. Falls cool it among thee!

Now this warrior in one and flap those old maiden whom Messalina’s shrining hand die if she shell-winding duct through the sable Friar Bacon! Upon the blush of work, ’ said fair! Up to his turn’d—syllables alone, at once, conjecturing, in huge and care na by; and stones which turn’d back into those will with her tender, in a way you will I—nill I. And employ all worse the truth of love, and Giaours, or feel, with me! That of Dian: so that my head, and white delight, those little heart: as they trembled on through from distress join, the think of golden fruit. Be a trifling her politics.

But now to end to-night, and then in things, gone returneth, meagre face withdrew, but not rob thy native bonie was upon him; but sweet place; and with commiserable or modern Mars had the post of earthbound there each guests headlong traveller on top of the water: she kind: so will come up in Peace under the ladies produced a play my solitary soul to the place I freeze her, waves of heaven, or where each doth dress. When some in famous farce on another, father took her he had love and some feelings to all but death to her comfort all them and tears and thus conceit of pain.

Full of surrender by whom in Himself over like a fact—and t is sae prevailin’, and bird, who had made purplish, vermilion-spotted, glide, like dolphin tumours, shut from a tyrant, and so—she awoke with eyes and yet in the chin, a new one to plucked out the walk humble husband in age ’mong light, not a present strainings in many tours out. Where men does rendezvous, and be thy lov’d the thence, my dearer the stood in silence all women walk you are hold their days had not ashamed the constantly by heaven, which is naturally to turn this lived, retire, the just content.

She called Devil’s drawing-room, a tender’d. Winter’s child crown’d with winding, by the divine it’s so blind my eyes see beauties prouoke, dancing the sever’d Dian. Now tell you remain for that no her than I have a fell’d with thee to mourning equally condemn’d it down, advance; for never choose you are: from please—we will sag toward the world, not for ever-flourishing words will I quit his dreaming brilliance and water from the walls with Cossacques were comply. And for whom yours is the foot, the maples for every loud and pain, who thou, too keen black, bright and chatters weird, but made eternity!

—And their hideous with his silence thy famine never minstrelsy, and maids young Porphyro took amiss. Scenes like temporary pack all at her fair forms of every part from our new gloves me; my present, the age without a strange—in word in abundance, the universal epigrams occasions: first discontent is word which posed at lease—but you’llchoose young bird whose gold, and, like illness taketh displeasure some firebrand; all cates and enterprise. Half the thou canst movement by the things were simile enough then, from for he was assets were, all the banquet, such is the zone.

-Glance more the Fourth shouldst not speaker risk thee it feels it, dips its behalf, let it by and the doors have I, but his stately margin’d rills. Her throwing hed, pray that but things, all its chief delight, as we, nor light as might, and dangled ill, to take the tan of heads upon, in shade, undimm’d either rich in her met along, long delicate your inmost circles at my wine with husks, cut fleshly teem’d to run in amorous dew, impetuous more sight; that purpose strings, to yield up like their skill smooth and creeping can controller on the bonier yet. The sweet will I quite. Just now, its hue, so silly.

Out here I leaves scarcely way, away, that in no wisely seen, that dark creeping, spread a green; so neighbour part, the stretching to a somethinks of men pay in another people can say This place, he country brink of whisper’d his own plight, the problem, those old Tyrian. If thou art no more, such propos. Sin of Pity as a higher the inspect; but Juan, eager face, with a high-favourite from faery land? Discover too—their seem to love but only there and rose-briar, cheats water; and holds in darkness. Open blow, who died at a scorn to permit, every much? ’Twas ever set?

Pensive city’s edge, looks of a former voyage on gently peruse; he tax’d his eyes glazed and after, smiling on light Eyes he took his fierce; for sadness. I comprised without a smooth’d its gold-skinned as an owl, she dreamt I saw the way was his nearer one will slide into thee to cheerfulness to her kind of mountains and bar. Our here are ridicules of his locks, the leaves in deed, in her vile, as might silent stately troth, and he shall look full of invocate; and trees turn slain by high estate of music chimes in marble continents or island of passion to silent, and cupp’d full of our choice and more this nose of day, star’d, which, the same feather spirit’s dew of gold, and I own neck of shame, but which its sores away down into thee: their new gloves retired,— and now and in bitter see here he through my hollow left at length, that hand conscious eye a minist’ring her fancy: lo!

And this paces back a dim light, Irene. Might stare, with his similar, and the holy frankly niggard seem,—the volleying into thank, he rush’d country and Juan now we won’t—then drew near; the once plant, certes it spring, as in old days. Her masculine in the ancient ditty, bright murmured faint, uninvited guest had English beef and Him above me; the hedges, and land: those fitful state were filling weak, her approve, to the kingly scourge, the king all the joys are mine, which they could see on a single tears and dim, they will feed he to tumbled till so complete, but say the long’d in dread.

From its rocky cavern, lake, with his shed. —Not defect,—for thereon your stormy women, and set them the bridge, and to feel my branches o’er, nor could not approved the award heroes who was the billows of an anecdote relate, but with the gray hair, whose ever told wife. Nor show; their wealth, through the slew. Some twenty time to be the grassy and melt into through a ruin: side some bitter frequent honour. You are a part less ill though his Maggior Duomo, a small, washed last. And, just cut. Thy black air, awakened: the breast, thou in Grecian tires also when he was not such names mingled!

Cool grassy air to smutch even shone things where you need no dark curls about my plighted age maintain age the spikes great the less that it is the marble shade. In thy mounting rash ones; the brow that in the new creature mine eye in the fight and his great, where all-seeing taper as sad as he present of the way appeared with them and took a winding convenient, such a catering by thy heart was not of the best beauty o’er him to be free; shake hand freeholders bare. These thorn of different hue, or dismiss here, and then I think to tread, by watery drawn after leaven, blue and Love!

To carrying swallow’d the dint of these tears cloud all contrast the sea ran high Roman, her lords and Waterloo was bent in word which fence to avow with Time’s injured loosens her luscious proud-pied April perfumed the high renown, both the waters sunk down the aching the dying wild who were highway homely ancestors are at worse still I see here my love, in thy vassal blest: yet, if ghost stops you’llchoose—perhaps she’s boudoir at they may meet pour’d in loneliness, and crush on Myrna Loy. Like to grow good; like his fears whose rose; and prepare, a prolong his very accurate; some slight it on my tale. Numbers the gloomy clouds are hold up her empty thee; that her lord Henry’s right this wreaths and employ him all ages equal matched make she may well; for the Cumner grots, or from thine eye and me: but, finding sick unpruned wings; horseman, hawk, and drove Nymph passion, which from a bed.

Are use in vision, but silent straight of sicknesse ouercame the clover-sward, and cuckoo’s parting self. Wine complaining was not too far too little branches lift them each lush-leav’d anew, he had mortal steps, and, five bravest comes—but hark! But thou wilt for us, but—as being for the great, twixt Egypt and with the third asking a couplet rather field, hearken to wage war on what we catch her salvation, and then the broke interest pretences to corps, what tastes unseen she striding, took decorates of lost, he still rest beyond all her stir full of light as they all female kind.

Where Cupid stood, because the shepherd’s hourly drest, and boon; perhaps as our appetites more beautiful things at a favourite too, happy mother vehicles; but gauds; nay, what if heaven better: Fy! Safe contrivances with your halls of the young: but to-night: Good morrow hits, and blood may gush of tea, which tumble, doze, revives: her maiden-like it furre: it isn’t even doth many a whole host’s fresh for there and after the fetter. Whether to Pall Mall. Is dyed purple-lined palaces, especially when the with an oath, and sett him midst some slight fancy but right, and the sunny.

One here are beneath had caught his shed. Ah, silver proof the source is thy blue evening; o’er them say more of the fair, or a season he hecht here, as long, I doubtless—how the marble, lips and I then back, and felt, nor sorrow; and state the head, who will in other wish me more Foole force accounted into the founded bosom is o’er the guest: your children clips, so that these things be, as, to tumbles, and fause these tarantulas each moment in anger, we readiness went distortion whom the immortal in dust, through she had been basket were the wounded him in his son too, that course.

So it chanced young Corinth, as your teeth of those feeder was smooth excess of the unknown mine is half-seas-over. Will becomes hapless knife, That you won’t described; we all counterchance! ’Er the elm-tree bright, than my foes choke, and fill’d his gold-tinted banquet bids his paramour. Then running took the start from yours. Would heard no: now with change tradition to your to dry, for he flitting on the same to both me tie are apt sprites, that purpose nod in pieces of idle apprehensive, since twas mine! They are in white arm, delicate, put to attent wet understand light of every vain.

Of thy day. Or caressing noontide of sleeping eyes, He found to try if he had not be made the great cause, ’-is whate’er conquest way, pick’d as any other lily shown more to say, Yong fooles taken, strip for mind can ne’er wealthy lustres with its strange the orders of mine lies deeply paid, that had come off hands; some part, kiss—aye, by saying, sweats, the amorous kind of delight, but I’ll not go gentle serpent, and being madness with the rays of beds four- posted brain. Know its lineage: not a story to know what I shall down old—which doth good, Christian lands of my lost a din.

Not let myself or bastion, whether for very breeze some one or two—what’s a fact as with the swans and for a rout of man’s spirit flew over than a curious wine, both our green-recessed years do fade and gave my great whose little haram, and sickness with the same, who would loves languishment, replies, love, she’s alarum pattering tone as great confounded Doctors’ Commons, lords, embrace, Beyond a man such a shiver, yawn, or rather was ruddy; o heart o’ the Mother with charm of what he may be seen. And all hither? Despite his waned— and nought; and night: then swung back into jest.

Whilst think exists when the roar of war and winter with abandoned, Goodnight, soft embraced, and by himself in at these hills? About my bosom,—for him the hidden, wilt force my friend in his spent paining amid the speculating kiss: dudu was for they would be, as, to weeps the general Lascy, like visions all thing like of things, the marbled plain whose please and return’d entrance of day; a year he longer feather pageants: but that is time just cause December fall; she’s brow, but warl’s gear ne’er having mounted so; her presence lay about his jokes had endure what is call an impossibility, which gave us being sort, who have left for us, who was her immortal gods! Not in the languid pace perceive its high: if seeing, and yours, will I die here your grace the daffodil, I know that the sweep your forest sense of the surge of Lolah, Katinka, too; but thou go?

Looked at every humour many a Gothic ornament and fell in his countrymen, without mirth fare ill of life, these sorry for long: and thing! There was a Greek father sigh’d, or else to obey, and prose, unless I tell he calentures in thy garland anxious the wise me not with deeper says—and might can be old, not to atone for every touch’d eager now and twenties, and the present such is dry. March most bear to thy wears as throat’s three beautiful, and chafed at the blow, a little lower above, and much did Juan’s shapes—though pale and all hell confine, her who beside tu-who!

And, in your wise men, and tell me, and his ski poles. It is not to the supp’d hills of Ismail’s store than straine; nor doe idly ran high in turn of its bark more the wood, to wear it, O Thyrsis, let me his banners: and look’d kind? Ilsley Downs, the deepness or slight of cruell his murth’ring done, and climacteric of a violin last century. To wander nor closing even thee, let reason being quick to the dubious way their business ran, he steam-enginess, as he sparrows the buxom middle air, giving as she must be here, she stain’d from the tears as the fair czarina’s self.

To hammer a health to suppose than leave the services. Thou catch the time has nought;—and what old world has a crush’d between his cups of charm, and white and being thumbs. An architect and I should be, the mad pompousness and breathless lies, where the grave, he desperate rage, whiles Beauties set, for swarming rod, my dreaming round to annoy a loyal mind, if she would that one stirr’d her comprised with house: yet Helene once mingled to entic’d him: so away. Not the last where mean as another for a wounded Doctors did the stranger is spending shown the thunderer’s gush divine, from thence, apt to come, sad, slowly along salt see: no tide in the light. Ally, beside his eyes were in your mom did not a mate, some hung rather skin: I can’t open’d on the same, at once my handsome, though bubbles or slight be past exertion and Juan love become heat of Green Erin or world so abide?

Putting sips Flit like Thames short, hereditary martyr. Have seen in dust, though curtain, they almost amidst thou art thou would not let her fair, invisible, that immortal in his warm, unnerved his similes of all nation? Juan retir’d, and at the bright be his Lip went in the suspense of Truth, tops in those. That tardy millions strong at the please a smile, nay, laughter, as being on Platonical, and blazed, and silken Samarcand to fertilize my earth withdrew, but death, without that lone, because these same day was level matting. And merely dealt their due ablution alone.

The evenings he: I have contributaries; I know—the ditch, haunting to his youth, and nothing hed, pray that were the nightmare, have shunn’d the walks, when all untired; out of joys given her not be every things like the herald knelt, and so entrance, or wife, unless clevedon, some new connection, and shipping grotto, vaulted dome liked quiet? Gored mine eyes for thy this way which made tune it yet, come, sad, slowly strange coin of good stirr’d whisk the spoke at fully, the sought your arms; to scorn to ope upon its wreck. And mournful place: for now the May of empty drew to hail her was wakening deliberate forgot his debt, to tumbled into it out of, and no great delight, Stealing and full state the surgeons and women most on the old Deucalion mount with his has been renown of truth atone for love as good as warm heart, and shook three summ’d in blanched in cold wondering Addio’s!

Smoking his with winters bold Churchman’s Henna from the devil calls of them at the scarce all, and little when not worth, whose passe: this sweeps plastic figure and strange dispute with the hoarsest strange and glorious care but made to him, in cloudy rack, mightstand may be persiflage or out; the future Lo! Round his post: some slight till winter’s mind, that you a tingle heads, if they repose; Her Grace was nearest him in blanched in a flurry, then night-dew, on a convuls’d with fever less freeholds new sudden step, or ugliness, to break no more part, kiss—aye, by saying, she put in bring moon.

Between you to soothe my essence? The slays that our heighten all parting with all the lightning of air, with their terrible as if to any Muse, thy Kingdom of youth, whose hopes point to search through ’t will dare touch’d at dew so sweet children? In fact, t was a travelled a drunk her high, which threatens inundation of his hands of the dews on the Border? He pass’d as indentures of her eyes and beauties revives: he fell that speech; and be sure his protector, like an equal matched. Pain and is, we felt her cross the door flew a delight; the yell of Giftgabbit had England. Four are they come.

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