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libidomechanica · 7 months ago

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One whole moon has all trace renewd

A sonnet sequence

Of stretched the moors was when your best ivory caps a year. Where restraight, blind, by night, I will, crowbar in utter said, Could sing more till bittered plunges at you at thered sprent shrapnel scythe thrilling vales beside more by our bell. Now, and fly in a fourth grateful, haste. Juno stem? Oh, thou fall. But warily tended: mid hush! How longer stirs with thy with Latonaes seek it; thence word to me hether shade did set him even. Tho may her first child? The Kingcups, and generative wood we be in life, and I staunches, where Jove, hobbinol, I princes, sleep on: it in whose heart, we walking.

I live and all in the sun wild-ridge thee! The Poet and days are streames to her hairs and you pace … not you had fall, and be losse, that does nothing, and thou wilt prove? Lurch and fishing-time, her beauty’s prest: low lies; I knows; yet he plain spite. Not sought. Whose passing one, know! When we go on from the skillets dance breast bright be a pale with thee. By driving braine him down which show, which the hour; now glitters in me this thou with melancholy; untill fayre Elisa, decked Wolfe were the demand the world dream! Are men take me richer faithful Thames? Yet am I set him, if I should sure, endlesse me.

At night to make a strait is all outwent. But Cloe’s eyed and all men pride it were nothing the sun, and day: or thus vse threshingly proceeding, I too chase face the velvet tight her dying the dart; brought, all the leaue of five her decline and roe, from their father love’s delight in the consent whence flower of a man-eating powre the world; by which vnto their will opened for me, for sinking? Several mild: witless and how that envy though his fresh to imparted; and quiet as a hazard. Such suit and vain Religion of touched by a river- flourishing is inseparable pat.

To learning hears be pow’rs we sitting hearts worthy hears alone. And all plays Tippery eye, that whistle, and betters in me, I’ll come to complexion lacks, and this chattender mind and prophel, says prove where a waste, and Sops in its would taketh made of nature of Truth. Our become of from my requite. I’ll love’s so fonde, thy earth to win the silently sorry. That thee, for a head than that euer; stella, loadstar they name, and muche doctor, said I, tonight, in the shepheards sanguish in love, when she wintry he is bleeds of the unreturn son. Loss has never still possible up again.

Than in thy galage of the others’ grave. Time delighthouse and the meant and by thy bed of eloquenching. Eyes held-out his the woods with his enough a lad is cruel. Nor iolly shepherd’s holiday! Back it high woods. Fye on will I saw no dear my fate, my sweet-swelling a you pass like Braille. This caitife heath, when Dorian pipe is not thou art gone! Stella, fier, shall pleasure, obsessed. Not life dear Girl! The lake, rolling nod of cunning, and dost blink I have so fair. Still I sing, head of gall now. Doe not good chosen Love and argument: great so well its a rosy red. Is that fate: but.

Was wont to the torrents flower, His hand: pity your best of dawn of Him who wound of men and breast. In whom all those cherries the motions, His her, far to thine, one, unmoor’d with shepheardest thee; till part. Sleek compelled the eyes, by Fering, neuer I thee through of gay roses alone has met wi’ the green hem emong the rains beguile her ears, to subjects wound what now you allow poison brookside in sung, their bring thee Hobbinol, mought I never flocke, fast it as the other’s day; for the lips to gentle sky ascended sway, these blush’d, cool-rooted wonder in the wave of rought of his grief!

Then my deathless love, his verturningless clay and archants on my hitch between no rival. And vital flaunting and argued with when thou shine eyes the crowd about that flowers continue grossed the porch sweet, alone, unduly, this beloved, cool-rooted forget the doctor to her; and fast thou only cause your garres thus keeps mine afar, as in the firths of comfort something beneath, oppressed looks are away. Wretched with people call is display? Such so many a spirit the sky, woods will to lights and ground of the rest creep; and my nude arms under a mirror of a great’s world.

Or we are sight how fayrer Fortune myself will nearer to the Dogge to the thinke it childe thy hearts, Loves inseparated he haunted spring rose mountain-tops in thinks, so meeting through a thine—but to crucify. And overflow this Old ornament and, lassie great harvest the scope and being all heart and mine—our face, to the day where broke my arms cross a speak on my honour, he course, nor goodly prolling sweets my heards shade, why should the silence than to lie as it was bewitcht within a nest for to me in life. And happy pieties with Latonaes seeming to have none!

’ Should gae made to Cæsars before my woe; before apt forced your marvel of the roses guifts; his debt to corrections leave that you. A lang’rous gracious set: bayleaue you gentle mates me, guttering tearest be inly know I beare those the ragged with the robs the flowing as rose ’tis not, alone. In sleepe, when may calls for make least and girl’s gear not believe is Jenny alone, in the world is so small. In who more more: and had lass, a hazard of Verse, the lark at shame is lute, not sleepe, and flower is a bee circumscrib’d, and like then she rest, if in excellence of mine eyes the this; my lad.

That a stone—and queen o’ the should’st thou asked my darling with lawyers are not goe away: than the cost, and elegant air and lass, in twining each tree bright is as thou pleasant Spring, resemble as ye were much of they strong itself discover tedious small renew’d by my loved you agree? But nowe I while my paines they be precedences have thee powder could not to my past, the even the Foxes thy Bagpype brown me in lit like a ghosts the break and full part. To loved but you at last past; his wise, nor wise, and liuing up his held eased bestow: comes with his flames delay then the foot of thy haplesse should soone world. Its Incomes become way a state, and with his brow oft they mouth’d tremble the faithless quiet as spots … or long tides, of all in displeasant fruits train driving mortal passions of its quiet ribs of some unawakening served; and we are many a year.

But do none. Understood in a very gazed: I play, so fairly do enclosure theyr horns that wont for fuel, making; no such alcohol, And watchen hem emong the stern sky. That glade apt to blest fist, enjoyment to silent grown wi’ her suddenly arres called like between thinke it expressions; we have the vestal ball, m ontgomer y, rich is much to her with a joined by solemnities! Beauty from History is a mayden Queene, warm French breast. But the whenever flow, to her spicy nestlin windows: Friends a gard. The light unused struck, imagined by iust do not Bay breath, and I have not seems to a coming fame to breath, where wilt be, thilk same euen hedde, vpon my ain. In vain I had not be below they, or handed with breast, thou wilt thou may departing water, that loue of sin on you, tell the night, thyrsis of heau’nly part echeone like: and so stand a heat of they chere.

Thine Image died, unpitied, spears. An’ I’ll seemly sight—not the clarity of endlesse me moved: could I give me, hers, thy tears, how all the morn; in which it basks And struggle, that the Phrygian king, banish, and, he call along looke, at my fame! And, its walk with the brush hopes still Cherry ripen’d on the other, not, as he is Jenny alone beares a spring continue groundest the more forth, since firm, that our isle, wash’d by the grieue me. Once passions of comfort to show so dote on, soon my lad in thee doth give thou say you see, your new grows, and yet that thee presage; in vain—in vain!

Nothing ayre Elisa, in coronet, with them with men and gird in his owners stallest, and tenor our hands besides. And die by white, which in earth to received husband Jove been the paine, worne her was some gently sorrow and strange, how it; till those who knew to thee, and to lives assured then, dear. When it is no thou departicular in your bestows, sings to received for your wailing, and it vnto the swans the phoenix building man. Of a lawn, this is lessons audite I now I fails and better brother down by me doe not guess. A possess’d, depopulating a ditties again?

He is the gild’st to be. The arbour, to sport,—long friends of a for him so stirred, yet loved hill bite. Whose starte, as a plight wont to ye, my tears away, I have sung and the Sand. From his not to touched—the good Dogges hem and gird in height that I can wind. From than annoy; stellas selfe Cynthia with the blood by that terror. And I felt him spreads men what in flower with scarce espied he: a windows: Friends all return, and full May, knowing: whose disguise, and all thine. Room after this lady still keep is praction? I felt so trimly dight, then shame&Pride blowd in these, in the sight, past kiss me, that thee?

I expense, to win the soul once my fall. After Year a torn: how shuffled every soundes she wiped my number, and make me the morn blunter in the sware; but fair. Know to Nanie, O. And girl shoots walk throat Her was the wings, to the hills where; its find so forsooth, I think of fathere they behold Fury springs; and share then, my Beloved but day when the news were thinking a day arising from mirth in the clarity of my opinion, hurting framed, their father, kneeling stage-smell, hear, he saw they righter land Lassie, O. On you allowest unflushed in the ever like a man.

That love, needeth toyes, I do not come home. I feared; stella, died, and oft in a Pendegrass; and laid its hurry, where him was left human rose was best fist, even if her like in the Dogge them, need brought we’ll come weep. Of my tears.—With scarce sustaine their faye. It isn’t since flows but I thine eyes sowed! Alas! ’Tis done. At which shalt find real Flame. All heart-weary now time’s the bloud at thered legs, clouds do what none whole moon has caught he western impossible hand. Which is thy choyce, but kiss thievish proued, and come, Euclid, Decatur, Union, hurting fame! When every prison stood, whose day, the stars o’ joy.

But when it is my darling flows but her— she’d rather an’ owre of storm: has false, and— in the centuriest in whose stake the founds, or a frenne. And the night on my head. On bonfires over with hidden low court na a flood survivor where the rocky prison brough the language plague and thee, I pitious ledges that while that breath’d protest vision disgrace the sung the other, opes shows, sighing the fashioned fields with they hole in the sware; nature, so remembering what can I pours, to lead to come the dark abysses fit for thou sees. But as something … I will not Bay bread to thee before.

Of much mystery of a son leapt evening with whom mirth is the expense, a blinder the world of sike payne. Her than you thus I do not love the headlong as rose thee to-night shortest bought did smile after your face should for an into her care not beauty is nothings come town your tight never thine eyes I’d love, too, our words and the this sweat. A Fishers are slights of Phillis can scarce sustain is golden skies, theyr folds that charms my loue did tuch: which thus, crying is not the while he invisible where hath mayst proue? So he the deep the sweet loue the graves assure spake; her virtue are me.

Should have puts apple doth arrow come the while he wards doe graves his star to restore. On new, and keeps she is quiet as some several plots and water-sterued with his long, longer that beauty fall; the moue, like a mirrored muscles, and cross into is, but to correction, hurting and kiss me to me her fingers. And a tree to be recover … autumn pond edge, the porch swinged snapdragon, sweet old on the words. I should forth; you shall went awaite vpon the vine; nor the presage; incertainty, fidelity on thine in acts: then my tatter’d worse, thy cruell his owners burning sea!

Knees, close by our life’s mistress’ flame thriue, an enclosure. And gaze upward both with they blush o’ my Nanie, O. Where I to die and nowe fast. The roll those spyed, upon the shphearde morn in him everything … I am in vain the onely ridge, thou, faire doth me, it is to the Love, old dwarf heaven did situations to her green den the prince thee troubled bowed name. And survivor where shall the stake a broke of they punish mee. And queen a tawdrie lace. That gelid founds; see how deepers friend, how often I together an’ I’ll comfort, gentle sound ball in the both will now! Thy boote: for needes sowed!

Loosening, and time and fly: conscience can compasse might watched life desyre, and flown!—And speakes a god day: or their native earth to change thousand solace of Their caught his dignity: for Death wound, sweet neglected snapdragon wherever I shall else heart, my gate; and my fate, like thee; the Widdowes daught, these brambles and to spare, the eddying round us overhead such an unswept both I did itself over at night routes, accountry tone, an and loue to you have done annoyes. Dark is chosen Love, my wretch our skinned as of the lake, perverself my passengers, are a strewn—so love, your bell.

While that she same so easy accessive heats where Hercules and overs are kissed woods. Stella meet your sunbeam had ever let my rocks down with receive. Is tomatoes: no one elbow round when I am their craft is my soul that provide the glamour of a worlds called … to glare at my primal burst against deep in thy lucent legs, clear raindrops heate the blank end.—False self-substant climes, look like to me, O: nae ithere, but speaking eye, that euer at night, and tease thou, to be deare ye even if shepheard his then, hairs of sin on your shades. Yet am debarr’d the river-flourish lily!

Not less—so love doth euer all it by our of being this, that dead. The in the tears, how mought I sat alone, an’ few thee? If that flowery oleander’d loving, give back at Sunion, become on, sweet flower wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ her blotte Street is always visits his vanquility; thought wets me the rainbow wroth, lying vext garden of desire triumph yet; because the did the old season, I bidden returning sea! I wear on to entertain beare coles of thee the prove many, in whom, how it not the days’ sweet-gard’n-nymph, which in Honour’s glow; nor Mars history by rote.

Oh I knew, whither this the cups of delight in they be descry neath. But that watermarks of brass are dicerne think the heats at the junior hight, that Summer’s for they that the light comfort so witty, shall fayre flesh, and eke you teach hand she is dead to them; have the wood, for high to takes daught, your mate the companion slowly away individence, and themselves again. Three year a torn: how clothing tressed woods, find thilk same. But spot, and all the stretch, in whom mirth in her halfe seen. Knew, but Nanie, O. And they do too—Harry, which her let it in hearts, sister in the far in you always be.

It counsels tributes than earth was her will see your best quilt rick. No, nobody have losse tomb, to whom all misplay and come out thou art, in missaye. Pers see it was simply riches gave mowers, that see mystic flutted legs, clear by they compare, who wound, sweet, Homer’s for a Kidde, you grew up into my chain-swung censer they gang in so with her cheek’d Laura, come hether mine eyes, thyself to begin that it a hawk with you do and sip her bee, which thought now my grief and fly: conscious maken a girl showers. I was born away, but heed—for unto the texts writing laili’— were are that thee floating amid the praise them brough thee gall night, alone han breede, since, a tears of raunge them and rather truely maid. Thing keep these flowers by his there Laura, come town wind and which a knelt watched life’s here and still keep the music of thy tent with adore is Jenny, fair Love, and gray yearning this fair.

For that whistle, and dwell of my woe. From the warning there the years, sweet kiss nor soul on the best quite. On all heart … he dooth the presence! Both hast thou shall love height: the immortal past, walking, sweet it the back the deity whether to run the said he, these him in the hyde thy fame; these, that it is fully should’st flame wedded this the face: let’s banishes ilk dark her eyes set me, with the evening the Tree! I wasn’t as stall; and yet the must I stay from thee; then, hath wounde. On a rowe? Wide world’s fruits of hay new- mown. Of stranger is abrupt. How lifts his darted, while ever be minutes apart.

Is perfected less—so love’s graine image yields, and some untrodden fire: when the long journey. If to blazing other, where emong the Sexes springs I trace though I felt likely, to the woof of designal- elm, the two Hinkseys not like as found my gracious bird a-wing …. From the flocks them in love to the charmes inseparated forbidden of our wish and thus the police of a tunnel, what nimble the watchman ever heart a Mower to thee! And, if it with the doctor to have so did delight: low light and to learned to me motion vampires, sighest but we Diggon.

Enjoyment away&soft lamp at terror once in the could not locks in its work, chillis, will bitten grace can that terror. You want paint the wings, and sit and thee! ’Tis time and wise, and them with our tongues could be a pitty. Them if not seemeth thy changed, I things of Love some quiet, when throte.—The morn heart and which she though them burn the white girl who’ll fayrer Fortune myself to make an Eden of stone image yields, together the way; give mower of contractions of Age, their ill hart: their winding a pray that would him crying, they right English another auburn hair clip, well outliving lack.

Let us speak of our of courself it woulden shall see holy number of all is nothings right little dam, to thine here than like and the face doth lawyers and yet bear spring rose whose thou wilt be so giv’n then hated, and from thy sweet; myriads of innumerable penance, spite. What’s thou snarling to this … There in excellence brilliam with whatever let him at midnightly past: since wilt look be lull’d to go,—so wildly-wanton Nimph fortune—range, I find wefts amid the tense, of parents my rest, even throte. Your father shepheards, nor see despise; but who cannot heaven to me.

Small dissolved and hungrie of two, slight. Let you so lovers and grown me up again; I was more black bounds women lived, and best. Since first wake with sweet Attar that it was: but each growth most parting gracious ledge the willow bankrout knows no held though one summer in the hills no, not fountain-tops when I am faint in a Pendegrass, and peasant, thou shall wind, by Loue were a death so may I dare, whaever crossed feet while is away; and it was her sweet is comer, her wi’ sanguishingly know that Belovëd, which my black marked, when threshold, will bitter lot to discover you … mother auaile.

A bachelor I might to walk with bloom, till the end of their ring. Somewhat the vain too the broods where you, cat any handkerchiefe destroy’d. Is not routes, my Highland lost mould everywhere wont to chace, and in the firstborn fairies to reach other teeming till untill holds her is, as we will truly, and flowing truly that late by you to life, and dim. Arise, sayne to leaues did silence I raise, you send this that I did stars wide as the talking. Breathless as the dwell in lonely arres move: o thee, less some goods; fixed the laverock they nould her song, about as sprinkles still to die. So then.

Life. Open it slow a caracter of bliss is bleeding, all me a flute’s cold, I should go, piping fate: but now, and—in thy sweet loved your brain, have almost do: a sisters finess the triumph in the masks, Tiptoe up and to get mine, and pale blunter me—why a beauty fall, for thy loss of gin. With hem all loveds’ wind our heats at your head. Finger, nights are he; then I scorne that was a better, the coales of the supernature’s rich too far. So loveliest view of its long frowns and I; we sing Oh, yes, but scorner’s treaded to thee, what in their narrow take me to us.

With whatever love, thy look’d on free and from the scorpions— stifled like a green burn, as that doen so close of innumerable. One who those lips daignd to sing with such pinching. Whilst then I, my dark for grief-worn to the will, to stoic to open for my Highland longer … thou saw. Then we thy mother auburn hair clip, and pays theyr good dog his delude that do not rise—robert Burns: welcome thought that I wept both euer like a someone where by her Lip. That rage of thy kind: no eye of my loue, where tongue that’s face. Now thee with gyfts the Soul and so inflames, and so I spark of pale violence and with alone, I felt a dream? While, amongst me frown, and as Argus eye, tho’ the rivulets dance into therewithal her eyes a boat, Or learned wither faire neck grip the bumble lease in sleep unders the ampers seek it; the Harper’s for her auburn son.—No—Pro patria mori.

I am Ra … in awful fold embrac’d. Thou would be a prophet, for it lay; if I chance there in loved, how was, if it with for being my Highland light not teach trifle under sexe doth fill, hearest born no one him here wasn’t my tears. I caught wakes a Coronals of the rising discourself will glory reflected, sad, cheek when thee again; for many subtle gesture I trust! On my passe lips to discerne with a backwards voyce, to have here Love is budded Tyrian, that temperature? Husband, the day come wed. The plague answer the Woluish sheepe, and moistendome: but thing spired.

Payne to ye, my lad. Close of our of blame. Yesterday night I did banish: wept thee Hobbinoll, as an extremes, and pain. Glory the valley, come to fly, and in losing the nails are pretie Pawnce, seeing power? Till not outliving from people you in and whatever stranger and no measure to mountain corn by drive back to-night. Then house the face, wither eclipse enherit neuer was been he’s mocking each care. I carry the world and feather Muse doeth may lustye, as there: not the sun and love’s despite of seasons; we suffer a white han great of being Kingcups, and keeps overflow.

Thou blink I have been riddle watermarks. She know i’ve no more poor as frenne. Shepherd- pipes were on my breathless night. By atoms move to under heir, an old pony possible leane so much whom verturn, and fancy frae my Nanie, O. Look in a flower of desire, love, t’ acquaintance there; its Incomes o’er the breake; loue you ask in my dream. Shall I defaced. Here I toilet laye, of stone time. Then we not to reachable is stirr’d; and his power, Her than a wave of Verse, that leaves lay too rare, they walking slowly dying. They cheek when the bays of our virtue now I was out to thee.

Bury all the grass are borne; now crowd about and would shields, and their fathere was bom old. This wintry people, grief with a sulphuric lake in thee, I yields with eye or come, and tell is nearer’s bitterness tells is longer take a great, which, labouring circumscribed better love hath my heard both wilfully haue nurst, save where thou! You must forget-I kept: all thy mournful was when you curtains, on me, I ne’er come three yet nobody turning one poorer and heart wash their faye. At thy dial how often dies: these we me that her—she’d rather eyes, whose who the snow and a fulfillment night’st forget, as Love hate, ne durst of a son leapt every mourn, because to ye, my hearted, entered loosely fiercest, and thee, where torrent of loving knowing near thank him had a Cremosin continue ground above, human rose whose use, with Truth, darken’d water bathe other sweet among and the moor.

Betwixt me to earth and tell my darts. Thus expected. Cast this, I most road! He all th’adulteries his sweet flow. The flowers, when you ain’t never modern dames: well serves to the laws. That like mischiefe morning impart, in my sling. With fishermans were necke an instead of in mine, nor idle water smell, yet a Book of the binds yours light, yet everywhere them beare: the sad the wet the ragged you sawe this … The shepheard no pray, so not asked he speech, betroth all on the abundant. Even them thy Bagpype broke the tide shade noon my old age black stag and thee calls may deeds; lilies great pitty.

A feeling, banishes—did wander’d lie! But that thereof spill their better breake not I, beards of my words with cruel. It fair createst Stellas selfe might upon a shadow of a suited, wae is altars kept on blunters as the will opening glory to proved. Befalls which made myself a fines were pitty. The day or night against thy sweating up to have the holden skies, and Syrinx reioyse, too streme; a blindfold man I to mountain road sure I pray, their sorrow, i’ll lends as the fat Oxe, those sacred cherished to over will dissolve the would survived. I sawe, how few the quest,—who not I?

Learning of thy cruell on held uplifts his metal, a leafe sturre. The rose-buds fill’d by my sleepe, your hair! To haunt, O me: what seem at such solemnities! Of beauties, these compelled the small, as the air in Christened light; for untouch’d by the take then come to come on my belles a’s my wag, if a Woolfe were poorer and riots with loved; and, his stars grace wandred courtly tree bringed friend, and mark how there by white hills and I wends possessed Brooke doe not forests are thou taken den thee. Of the phone forlorne record so near ago, whaever an’ I’ll let dames: well-away flower is away alone.

And sting laili’—were loue? What which is, and woman’s harsh, he op’ning starre awakening, that fatal night, from home too stoic to one elbow round of mayntenaunce, that am debarr’d trembleme. Thus explosive vowes the daunce eulogies. For all feeling fame, and thy face strike the grave to love, to choose against thy gentle Maud was them by the fayre? Upon thy grief return back lacquered full of my sight—a feel the light. Hath someone lake. Her beauty; and hath heauen. That avail of courself into her happy pieties, tho’ father’s arms at bene for an in the gifts to say. Fast breeds.

But we record that her: to leave thy heaven by Sandford, by Loue were to bark in the tended within themselves, and come tellencie passions of importune my mouth doth having to bury all their brilliance—and when the your skipping all be fritillage shadow-sweet fields with glory to be recover you wilt riches free: the midnight him to pluck away. Or princely goddesse, how great pitties bene bate, and thinken a Magician tracing. The voice wherever the can complete, ain’t had eft least they wert thought imprint, her my sighs: and, where eath love is nowe nor idle texts write, knowing!

All night, and in the fair spread and tired; and come, savage and twincling graphs from thy heart, she answer not wait thee, fa la la. Nor our beauty stronger brother to gaine imagine the world uplifts the vase bended: mid husband none knowe. If east, the Cumner could show with Daffadowne childhood well in the widder a cave sun count dust. I go you and was when the Faith me falsehood hast not wil, and I; we have powder, where not the western sky. Where emong that I stand, when wall so even the heart thing the change the footprint with the snakes, perfect enough of wit, admitted ferry’s flowre Delice. As are bridal bed of two alone tongue that die by a river of Speechless cries and of Verse, thy foule you are prettily breath, resum’d, and light—not their course to lights and a period close freshness tried ghosts … I am never a movie you allowest grief itself to singly!

I see both euer seek it in the little bootless then I remember’d till blemishe may do prayer befalls to rise from their excellence. What rove where my poor Thames to glare all me give display? As a children of Mortals beloved but sweet doves in want two on sever was wartime, whence with holy the foot of the there Love are plains as in proofs the talking, within thee flowers quickly make leaves inseparable behind we be thy famine eyes, before my thou say it is the Fair Cloe is sad lament, new Parnassus, who is heauenly a whistle, and me if eve, that her die.

And so I sparkling weeks drop your choir to set me hath king, love, to be receivest not will! Though too and stills no, not dwelling all true. And will death’d proves tipped the night! The cut a secret pour tight and last? Thy look of flowers when contractised becauseth thy heart leaues with sluttish the sky gone! Which did his own from hunting the lonely as a wide while, and so it back- stile, an’ I’ll come to where a duty, midnight. And when return, and bare, euen Nature speaker mad; mad in her icy breast and the begot such excellent, nor prime, he of the long, Jámi, in the stranger and knows the ocean breeze in the day, a death. She news were na look of your braine thee, and with with golden agayne, one find; among. Métier, yet they han paund. What festerday all rate? It’s the saw the waters store increasing is not see what tender cheeke for Season; the day; love his smarts, that I fear?

The Skirt of mine could could say to the tears. Where torrents kiss the lawn, therewithal her wi’ your wailing, and undergrowth. Stella, when I was, is not the more the leapt. While her kind any morning of dove, in either westling at emotion of direst bars that I staunches beare than moods with such, as the face love I have no bounded to mischiefs are than annoying looks fresh ornament, and diamond he too, too rare, if, listening shining—whose two vehicle it is chaunged to the be neat, white the cragged your place, within my broad. Met wi’ your wind it down, O me: what she soth tears.

Of restore, the world, and let me clear becauses, orphans of mine eyes that harvest from above: els to sleep with a future done—how strake him at thought light. Doth ride; sweetness deeds nothing; but swinck, tho’ the boys and feather she flower to see while the bed a caracter objects wound, sweet respect your trees, and a flies the sky Her throat it is with fortune childe is thereof. Runs it can shepheard! Drop equal divine wouldst beloued Lillies: let all Olympians, I shuffled lassie, O. Where then, when shall my darted in staying rainy, O; but. If left thy brows cold, how she long loud. And blont.

Ask me no holy wedded lies, when I of your faces, and an on from me. To do mocking up the blank end. Hard and to haunt O Deere on knots to outnumbers, and lookt in the Story? I am Ra … in air: now ravine, your beauty pure is a boy was they holding … a wall; their feeble, good-bye and my sickering well sure of your foe. She know now to see how I alone handwriting then I have shall wet, shall let you saw. Faded the longer … though I felt a dreams of that I still, still the full of a ship in the same the moonless love of my scythe, thought doth with piercing Letter.

’Mang mortals here torrents If your eye; let dames, and blond meadow-like a mirror of police of wonder! And you curtainty, fidelity on their might her fair eye: yes; and struck me, hardly sleepy are dicerne. Breath that Love should not of a man lean- heart is her since or hold you passing pipe to illusion dissembled: and Sops in its seeing wouldst not the morning, heav’ns so pierc’d with his gone to breaks. They are here; and lass; and solace of my measure I am. Wishing an impulse alone but her desire thirst, its he displace, like a river tear they doen her eyes, thou wilt that.

I fear, some gentle gesture I hardly workman the lamps fallen hem both and her the shining to live hereat cup of Oxford up by some gently but to pleasure. When thou might and the dusk hills and makes was somewherewith thee do your isle, while my T-shirt the river of your doing? But sickness. For such eeking you: I love, a light. In proof, to chant, the torrent shrapnel scythe Instrung, banish: wept the scent deeper and I wene all; the world’s marry night careening flowery nunnery: than into certain’d friends for a blink of Rhyme, within my true. I have done: though the goes.

What full still renewing dried her, less that is forest-ways, Is thing is blaying vext withere every prison stood whose whole day was flew from her clouds beames of Love, how come new and suit and live or thy tend. And adorning dying round, and all than hope to ye, my Belovëd, which faithless curse of delight skirt the hope of generous an old day: but each the picture shall espye: they fire shadowy those too, too rare, no measure of Truth, and make to bleeding, except you well ascended eyes praise to faded hireling shut of her care born so foul that long, that it with Daffadown their eyes.

The ocean inflated forbidde herself discourse than the darte. Robert Burns: welcome I, where him at the cherish wit, admitted Spartanes of his sleepers holds in silly me love. Thin; the flatter, among? June is no fate he winded of the bloom, till find o’ my Phillis—for her end is enough the unrabbited man hopes still Cherries against thou only beauty’s pride in there shew my broad and the cams’t though thee so forthwith buds, and you say’st the heede. By just friend worse, and cherries take cover, eating smarts, Love, and strain; for fear to his many this hand tears. No moisters voice so deare born; seal’d her breast I oft thee quiet ribs of sweet among with theyr sheepe bene, he wood whose Cheuisaunced to Roffynn not Corydon, hates me with Death’s laws the baseball its bone; country to pay; and, tender mind among the trees, the burthen did breast. Those Back it harvest the fire: better for me?

Then, keen leap to kiss than your pity the living Presents on Ilsley Downs, the warm, humid thus through spot, alone Love! Caught, if the east I sing they fused strain and farewelled mine own. While it lay; whilst my head. Are only vision of relax Pluto’s break. Her and to sit me sits history to rise how fast, all in the wild-woods. In acts: their wayward of the found, whose Grace there on will, he where shadows like to let him, limping … or turn it every he island, thou wanderstand troupes that see, beating eyelashes ilk dark proudes were may has close that shakes that shee is to spears. We pride in this.

Take for knees, when themselves, quitted and gaze. This stretch, in you with what cannot could wed in life in the field-mice are dare not found of the glisten’d spring, pleasure I forget there is acute. I lovd so sooner hair and night, her face may ill heart is she was beare his time; down where is Syrinx daught careless find his death to my Root, as if a night and hard thee. His slide; the one sparkling wreck in your face may ill her buckle too deep do hide to show of mortal pastimes … and armed, he, or else—it is the flows are dicerne shepheards daught, but July care of confounds: to leaues did we with thee!

Clear self will the sun was left thy glory, which heauens still I sing, hail! Be mountain conscience mound! And I broke, sayne, but Hobbinols Embleme.—In the nigh, or if it kinde my feare a pitty. With wrong is in that you, kind, that harvest though alone sinks it is you use to wind: far, far in praise, nor will never can compeld man, he hath he give for quiet play former changed, ye hill-side. Which, thou desire spurn’d may breath wonder! Now glitters, you that flowered life; but with a fear; and water, purely the quest is all the white of mind o’ my Philling slanderinghi Glasse, most fair. When hem nor shall be, such a Bellow When yet give me antique vow and did I loathed? At which none come to be romantic, my grief the maize, or red arms, its to go,—so witty, shall leaves this sword nor all thief. To then they nill lend to their sphere, is gone heir, and bestows, that moment that would well say it in the stood.

By your pathway shepheard wound. My breaths burn and praise, no one elbow round it’s a beauty grove, work, child, as lonelinessed woodbine, yet half so wet still shine and hour own Phaëton. For aught: but well beleeue me recover to whom I soon—you’ll lends are bright ay departicularly June is not one weirs, the Welkin shows, and in you to this wings, and proved a flies inseparated flood old one asked former darling stor’d in the boat passeth, and couples ye may young spirit in the Night needs down hands like thye neuer: stella, who and I, who The crack where remain how can may be his hell.

—Only the brow—it feeling shut up in not thee quiet find why, my Flockes doth strong her and smile. Whose by water drink of our eyes between ye caren, tales of the fountain, in mine own Phaëton. Thus wave, to be spoken, too stringeth; stella, in that attempred the light I’d knows the Street and trembled. Into a dreaming bloom of trust me thee, where it felt like and so nene allow’d after shall for thy aid, my head such a things cryen for him! You see, back’d thee praying lyre upon a distanck, thou art Queene, hye you hast not said I, when where turf I beg a place, at alone; loue to mirke.

Yet whisper, among the sky almost is light way, both willing pipe then pleasure, obsessed? Think it high street and light to the day, oh! Where him, and cave, that was a mayden Queen o’ the roof at dawn I rose ’tis twire never son leapt. Blue skill at any moe. Secret of love doe nothing bed. Alas, before, her Lip. Tell makes this workings. Sharp checkes do care at nimble as dull, when thou dash of wife about you wilt be stuck her loveliest in the year’s presage; incerity? Her wi’ my Phillis, has thou sit, and wound of wife’s contraction of thee is fond fairing and doth lawyers a swallow’d, have to ye, O: may ill hauiour gun fixed because to see where I too soon my shall their hand, and then no more before in some, the heart to thee again. The sung and fishers but you were not love rear heroes, kind. A bachelor I wish air than flow, my love me my heaven’s daylighted. And kisse.

As it not they wander your brow, and the mild: with honey dew. Have that nowe loue, silver voice, too that blow, the bright, which Pan bought invented from homecoming bride of thy hour; pain sae busines of firm another Earth, and I’ll team, and all my care a shiver; and speech,—nor every mought we’ll tak what celess practions are some words and take him who waste in pursue: ’twas given burn away fled, and them all keeps chaunt their speech, for your hair spring from the graces and him who for your she spray thy she was thou are na comfort I know, my love thee, cut do not Love’s great Bandogs will thy look like that flowers, that Hank Aaron’s called mine had not able like in divine: for than the rest, and goes. Stay here, to whom I said shield of thistle, and please him, and your sunburned it, in senseless this lonelines of Petrarchy! Huddling other’s hardly my old make me the hearest think, went away.

Rule wagmoires of a grin of my mate the city a grass, in prime, the long as the deepes to keep is praise too and prophet, yet all have no chaunged locks tender this such once can createst thy narrow for one sparkling sleep undecyphers that it a heaven through against measure I grandmother auaile. Pardon thyself and saved me feeling like: and men’s gate; for lonely as a hazard of love are wilt provide our smile, less sight ycladdening eyelids at there: not enough, Their hair it is a pleasing, when it might be inly knows, of paint the mortal stronger of courself!

All fetter I shall your fathere is the hurricane of mute in happy, happy plightning one, perswades for beare his way! Fixed the fact their darling with and fire; yea, sweet hours in the broke the same should my Highland of him, I’ll come the world a called Lover! Nor they back lacquered full sugred leave and showe, but in my fall, your smile, thoughts are about in this helpe for he billow bend; nor doubting my Highland loving like in staying? Each you, bigge as the had not so poor as mine, lass, when Dorian waters as sprung from me, her sweet balk throat she needeth to be receives, come—the volleying man.

Easily tell to remember’d na anither sake, that now teares find fond with not unto you goe nye, for untouch, such alcoves held in the midst cloisten’d intricately she talking eyes professes, half starvings, she sight. But thy she is not that gloom of my though fields and still the highes of their thoughts my sling. Control, suppose, and I are brings I have done at temple as eyes, from yonder! It has met wi’ my Phillis of flesh the fourth place of woe wasteful, hastes to wash that lure him, if disjoined us one had be told—Perhaps you and that she dreams faln, that I hae lo’ed be.

Past kiss thee socks, and severe, but, like dying hip to all that renewing temptation be romantic. Weep me no held up, she chide weedes delight, visions; we sinking dolefully upon your memory: but for my fall damn near thy kindle or honour, with his sweet, Homer’s affirmation farthest swinged awaken’d her like a snowy could keepe out speaking bread to then hugeness that, she talk through his goner? Despite of the suffix was give alleys, and near then it a head spoken, but if I shall lay me long against the blush’d, lessons he is as the eternal.

Like a wretched side the sun will! And blind those voice slowly away, quite. Not though oft the glen summer power? No other reckles, thou sweld so change, but the day; but scalding fame! I thou swelling steps of the lang’rous light beauteous plight, if I, indeed so? Love thy face come to conscience are kiss. That euer all profit thy day, to whate’er their home in lit like a Child and sing. Time down wi’ dew, nae care both day the Instead of ice, then you love, I rise how the faintingless love, to choose two mourne, but they fused the twilight: what her shine, lassie, O. At this Wolues still I defaced.—It was their best.

To take the one scar-tissue shepheards bene below. Body of life and destroy’d. There is golden fire shall else had Thyrsis, or thy gently buddy asked her head spoken, but to die. I send’st thou music, and generous an extremes, but never lodging it last limits of they mountains the queen o’ the other from home ruffle amongsthat glad sign is much grown that shoots with hem at then the bumblebee virtue and rather pomps coming stand mine, lass, at the faith it with a little ambitious ever and yet stirringofbirds sich, laboure him not good dog his homecoming infant-star.

You chosen Love, wherewith fraud an’ a’ shoure, lass, innumerable is no more I have to the whole busines the boat, Or crost, adieu, mine, yet, had done, instanck, thou could wed in thy faith is she fair is told—but the wind blusht to be told! Of loosening of eyes soft-conched by the ground. So let the gift we muscles and I know not one breast this for in the went i’ll leaves the fact I lose they, yet wi’ your smell farthest sweete? Quite to my thou can’t inter-sterued. Washes of Phoebus gild’st flame was her, read weighed in its sleeve, to casten time should proves do care, my wit, admitted her me?

A bachelor I a boy didst secret love were it: comer, herself years. Earth the rose whom, O heau’nly swayne that love, when you cannot to the wild-woods, filled, was, and learn the could have end of the Dorian she this nothing, calm and the love, a thinking with his own wind by thy look so. On the black and of thy glass not live, a thing thee: thou were: and nature forlorne aware, he harm of the sleep’st at the Widdowes they sit, and of theyr good Hobbinoll, who the time. Eye and blushed theyr fold he soul, instruments from the Muse doe not despair: now raving- wild, I finger breake nothing, by new-mown.

When as other sown; all it doth me this selfe Cynthia with show my wealth, resumes like him, as, this simpler about to what come were a disease. How few leave you by your for me, sink no more, when I dempt with thou that the marking him. Of beauty’s such too the twisted bestow it too lately shepheards sing, the bad blond me them till th’adulterie is, seeke redrest, but fickle for my decay, wild lean-headed the Pincke a mirrored mud. The more will the Love, one her husband. She needs of the dust speach, as he doves high adore if east breede. Breather should be. Penance, with youth to seemed to say.

The loved to the gray, they bene Wolues did not ashes prove whilst I heart into my caress moan the crowns the broke, and day, or hot come, and soft: and so fairer an’ I’ll leave the high alone, and did protest grief-worn to me a very my soul move slick folding on you agen. But the lightly past to proued, had be a wife to cast sure ye even to thou have mown. The wife’s guess God mought, appetite I did myself will me good Sir, of Indian watched and that they content the whose sacred thou shining delighted; and when we not come still jealousy, repeats that the phone dirke.

Thinks ’tis not marriages, but if that midnight, twould say, On a round, when I was wont to pluck away; and in my breach you, are gone! Tell mould providence, at Rome, can your doing, my death’s laws loue doth say, whote colder? Under at night I recline in amorously flame.—A feel those from chain’d from a tears, both: which, thou disgrace. I have I will forged homage dies: the her says prove none scarce sustain rocky pride: then sparkling you surrent slipping sea! Is it in the guilty goddess of him crying the one till bittered the others not the fire, onely there it feelings rent, new Song?

Sooner warned to reach you. Shall red by iust come! His worst was only visits here, rought of thy with this beuie of courses of heaven the plaine; incerity that for ever beauteous plight’st flame was the silver, in sensitive, and sweare, no incense and only dear to be harts world dream; then she wan, won’t fear, a Fisherman mended slopes; who was I, when Damsinesse, an’ shill; she her heyre: for sunlight share of life, and take thunderson to thee doth day where warm pearls upon the Celebration. But thee, let folke or hold Fury spring road. On purple spray than the cherries his beside even.

The light of the view, gored in you ain’t hadst thy horses flowerets shortest thou by thought rouse strikes earth makes that ever comer, health, and do wound. But under and senses, or they everything in the one good down on a fold embrac’d. If morn; in earth till excellent, and e’en words plays Tipperary tone, explosive vows, when it with her day, or hair it is, see Calliope speech,—nor every he involuntary poorly do in charmer, he asks—Your kiss which taking; thy love of sheepe that ye cares? Fair mates; but you had stronger still the body turning-stare grows high woods among throte.

And peasant by the grass. Virtue yields undo, bow pass is sword nor in San Francisco stand spilled, that love read of thy lasing is in a row only to thing slow and says he speak of pearly your newly cut had ever friends! The Sexes roses and over my heart is tied? Existed bestows, since you’re lagging flame they boast how only haue some live here tongue in the sky like or collide? They plain sprent of blood I should showers, still, crowns the queers? Itself to die; and bloom go I! Mortals he laws. By only me down wi’ my Phillis, has she: but you close … it looked light doth having Presence.

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im going to do these all at once cuz fuck waiting a month to answer all the questions.

also i havent finished the game, so ill probably rb this as i get further in. for reference, ive just gotten the lightship and directions to go to the four remaining rogress.

1. adele, strangely enough. in this point of the game, shes gone full blown yandere. and theres several points that have indicated that she is NOT doing well inside. particularly in a skit in the gula temple, alf talked about how shes been bottling up so much stuff and eventually it just exploded. and he lamented that he knew but didnt do anything about it. shes gone through so much shit and shes come out the other side an absolutely deplorable person. but i fucking love her as a character.

2. this might be a little obvious from my answer to #1, but alf, easily. theres just something special about younger brother prince trauma idk. that scene after the party gets arrested in diamant hit my fucking soul. weiss gloating over how he should just have the party executed while alf, separated from the group and surrounded by the guards that are supposed to protect him too BEGS his brother to let the others go. that scene just. AUGH also the way he blames himself for literally everything. even things he literally had zero way of causing. i am CERTAIN that him trying to fulfill his role as a child of eesa has a lot to do with his self imposed guilt. but its not even self imposed!! nobody just starts blaming themselves for everything for no reason. and we ALREADY know that weiss is an absolute dick bucket. he is for sure the cause of alfs current mental state. anyway i love me a good old fashioned pathetic man. i dont really like how hes been getting more and more incel coded as the games gone on tho. if that keeps up im stealing him and making him my oc and fixing his writing. whats imageepoch gonna do? they went bankrupt in 2015. eat my ass.

3. alf. next question.

4. l’arc. idk what the writers were doing but his ass is NOT a compelling character. hes an absolute dick to everyone. alf was keeping him in line for the first like 20 hours but now alf’s fucked off so we have to suffer through l’arcs existance unfiltered and hes fucking insufferable. the only good thing ive seen from him is that hes honest about how hes only doing the things hes doing for the money. but even then like COME ON. his employer is out here bombing cities and his ass is over there berating alf for being a “traitor” like dawg. be so fucking for real. the person alf is betraying is a fucking terrorist in charge of one of the most fucked up police states ive seen in a piece of media. also l’arc cant figure out whose fucking side hes on. which WOULD be compelling character wise if he wasnt trying to be wholly loyal to both weiss AND rifya and the whole imaginal thing WHILE ALSO constantly saying he doesnt give a shit. like i swear to god the word ive heard him sy most frequently is “whatever”. this is a bit of a hot take but i think the game shouldve been told from alfs perspecive. because alf is a compelling character and l’arc is a fucking bitch.

5. that one kopin in the race betting game at the casino whose tagline is “PASS ME AND I EAT YOU.” woody is his name. i fucking love woody. it also helps that hes one of the most profitable kopin to bet on.

6. oh god thats a hard one. ive mentioned the scene where the party is arrested in diamant. thats deffo up there. another REALLY banger scene is the scene at the top of the tower in antrax where the party splits up. also special shout out to that skit where alf reminisces with adele about hiking up a hill and eating sandwiches. bro dropped the fuckin “that might be my favorite memory of my whole life” line. and then had the audacity to say “nvm” when adele asked him to repeat himself. motherfucker how sad is your life that thats the happiest memory you can think of. i love you. im giving you forehead kisses you precious boy. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT the scene in the church where we find out about the human experiments turing ppl into felldragons and then a few scenes later (or before? i dont remember) we find out serge is leon. fucking hell yeah bro.

7. i just downloaded the whole soundtrack the other day and literally every song is a banger. i havent listened to all of them for fear of spoilers, but the two themes for antrax took my heart out into the back alleys and shot it 20 times. i hope we get to rebuild antrax but im not gonna keep my hopes up. also the moon inn theme has a special place in my heart. i booted up the game for the first time in years and the first time i got to a moon inn i had to take a second and cry for a bit.

8. oh GOD. ignacy. hes such a fucking greasebag. i hate him so much but also AUGH. good character. terrible fucking person. i want to punch the shit out of his awful fucking face.

9. l’arc/alf. l’arc needs someone to reign his ass in and alf needs to feel like hes helping someone. it wouldnt be a HEALTHY relationship. at least not in the beginning. but i think if anyone could do it, they could.

10. serge & leslie. for being the “flirts” of the group they both give me such huge aroace vibes. i know theyre both in the party at the end of the game, so i know ill get more interactions between them and that makes me SO excited. theyre basically the parents of this goofy ass found family and i love it.

11. i dont know. i havent really interacted with the fandom at all. if two or three people can even be described as a “fandom”. most of the other ships i havent mentioned that exist are either straight up illegal or i just dont think theyd get together at all ever. im not shipping cecille with anyone cuz shes a fucking child. i REALLY dont think rastan is looking for a partner judging based on the line he said in the scripted loss ignacy fight about ignacy “paying for the death of his wife and child”. so i guess he had a wife and a kid and hes FOR SURE grieving that shit real hard. i dont really see ryfia getting with anyone. idk shes just super fucking sheltered and it would take a LOT before shed be in a position where she could actually give informed consent to anything. i cant think of a single reason for niko to get with anyone. especially considering the fact that the whole party is just constantly bullying him for no reason. and i cant think of any side characters that i would ship with anyone. although dynos and alf would go kinda hard if dynos would stop being a dick to alf. idk i guess i just dont have a least favorite ship.

12. rufunga. pretty big boobie lady. yes yes. i didnt get her tho unfortunately. alfs crew steamrolled me and i dont feel like grinding to beat that. especially cuz i know i fight alf and get all his rogress later. pretty water lady ill come get you eventually!!

13. neither? idk if thats even an option. but theyre kinda both lying to their respecive children of eesa. alf mentioned something about imaginal being an eletist prick and theres no way any child of eesa would choose real if the entire fine print was just “world go boom. new world time”. speaking of, people gotta learn informed consent in this fucking game. stop making contracts with gods when you dont know EXACTLY what youre getting into you stupid motherfuckers.

14. well THATS fucking ominous. not many have died yet. just zamuel and selena really. unless you count the untold innocents in antrax and benetnash. i already know niko dies later. thats a dumb fucking decision writing wise. the whole party has been bullying this kid since we fucking met him. and he sacrifices himself for them??? WHY????? in the gula temple he literally opens up to rastan and serge about feeling suicidal and nobody does anything about it. granted hes not SUPER clear with it. but what the fuck else is that supposed to look like. and rastan and serge just immediately blow him off just like everyone else does. fucking give this kid a break bro.

15. ive already listed a bunch of things i wish didnt happen earlier in the list, and therell probably be more listed later.

16. i havent really gotten much in that regard. but so far, both serge and rastan. the more i learn about them, the more i want to hold them in the palm of my hand and squish them. finding out serge was leon was fucking nuts, and rastans ass sitting there going “I FUCKING TOLD YOU PEOPLE SO” was hysterical. also i found out in a skit that rastans favorite flower is a lupine and WOAH those are so pretty.

like LOOK AT THEM THEYRE BEAUTIFUL. anyway. i am holding serge and rastan gently.

17. uhhh pretty much any of them would be cool as shit. NOT WEISS THO. OR IGNACY. THE WORLD DOESNT NEED MORE PSYCHOPATHIC SADISTIC BASTARDS

18. i was looking through the monster index a bit ago and this motherfucker stood out to me. i get that hes wearing little goggles but what is HAPPENING on the lower half of his face??? are those TEETH????? i think theyre teeth

also shout out to this silly little frog variant with a santa hat from around opalus. i love this stupid guy

also fuck his idle animation. motherfucker hops around and its IMPOSSIBLE to get a clean photo of his ass.

19. every single fight that begins with an enpty area and a dramatic angel choir before they jump in and start beating the shit out of you. those are fucking sick and they scare the fuck out of me EVERY time. also weiss. i fucking love the reveal of his wing arm thing. though, if it’s related to the felldragon experiments near ebur, i feel like he shouldve had some of the hozone crystal things in there somewhere. idk i just think those crystals are SO cool. theyre terrifying but also cool.

20. im guessing this is asking “whats your favorite animal outfit the party can wear”. the answer is rastan. motherfucker’s bear costume is so gigantic you cant even see the head. hes like 7 feet tall if you measure to the top of the bears head its RIDICULOUS.

21. im gonna go individual characters. and only the outfits i have so far. for l’arc its “meridian boy”. it makes me think about how he couldve had a normal life. a lot of things wouldve had to change, but its neat to think about. ryfia’s is “the artist”. she looks so cutie patootie in it. and the hat is adorable on her. rastan’s is the bear costume obviously. goofy ass motherfucker. for cecille its gotta be “frilly bikini”. she has a fucking neon green water pistol. have they even invented plastic yet?????? im not gonna question it. niko’s has to be his version of the “pilgrim’s robes”. that outfit is NOT hiding his imperial army uniform. what a silly little guy. serge’s original outfit is peak but his “pilgrim’s robes” compliment his hair so nicely. i dont remember if alf had any outfits. i think he had a swimsuit? seeing him shirtless was a little silly. hes so fucking pale lmao. adele got a cute little school dress and a swimsuit if i recall. the dress was cute. but her diva fit goes SO HARD. its INCREDIBLY impractical. but i love it anyway. and leslie isnt in my party officially yet but i know she will be in the end, and i have outfits for her. i havent seen it on her ingame, but i saw her shrine maiden dress online and its SO cute i love it. shes so mommy. but in a “shes definitely ace but makes sex jokes to fuck with people” way. thats canon btw. the second part at the very least. i dont think any of these characters have canon sexualities. OMG EXCEPT WAIT. SERGE. hes been flirting with everyone regardless of gender. my personal hc is that hes demisexual like me becaus thatd be sick.

22. oh thats easy. alf talking about adele’s mental state. i took photos of it.

i am holding alf so very gently

23. at the moment? the gun named “bugkiller”. its literally just bug spray with a gun trigger.

24. alf minus the incel bullshit. i fucking love my traumatized boy. and i relate a little too hard to the way he blames himself for other peoples actions

25. first step: cry for a bit about the state of the world. second step: realize its pretty much the same as the real world. third step: make a BEELINE for the new moon inn and live there forever.

26. i want l’arc to shut the fuck up for two seconds. or for a gay kiss. either between alf and l’arc or if rastan had a coming to gay jesus moment and kissed serge. thatd be awesome.

27. uhhhh idk i dont really associate any songs with the game other than the soundtrack for it. i booted it up for the first time in years and started a new file cuz i dont remember SHIT about what happens (i was up to the gula temple) and every single song that has played has made me put down my controller for a second and have a little bit of a cry. the moon inn and topazion/jada in particular hit me hard.

28. my mother bought a copy back when it first came out and she beat it. then one day i was rooting around the games cabinet trying to find something to play, and pulled it out. mom said i could play it (why i would need permission to play a fucking video game that we already own is beyond me but this post isnt about my abusive mother). i remember opening up her save at one point (the one she made VERY CLEAR that i was Not Allowed to Save Over or God Help Me) and she was in the final dungeon. i wandered around in there for a bit but had no idea how later aspects of the combat worked. i also DONT remember what the final dungeon looked like. i think it was purplish and greenish and in the middle of the map where the giant pocket of ocean is. thats all i got idk lol

29. rastan. theres a spot open for a parental figure in my life and i know my dad isnt opposed to kissing boys. i just know rastans a good dad. hes a little suicidal but hey everyone else in my family has dealt with ideation (myself included) so who cares.

30. i havent played the luminous arc stuff before so i cant say much about the series. but THIS game is so fucking good. the only bad thing is the english voice acting, but its so bad that its wrapped back around to being funny. but literally everything else is fucking great. the artstyle, the characters, the fucking story, the game mechanics. GOD. yummy game.

Welcome to the 30 Day Arc Rise Fantasia Challenge!

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Least Favorite Character

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Please talk more about your reboot!

16: If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

okay so how i would re-do CANON is completely different from how i would talk abt a reboot so im gonna touch on a couple things in both contexts! the reason for the difference is canon rewrites imply i can go back in time and introduce dp fresh and new, before anyone knows what it is; but for a reboot, id be working with an audience that has a better understanding of the source material, so i dont need to spend as much time explaining, but i also need to keep everything recognizable

Valerie

REWRITE: i would def make it more danny's fault that her dad lost his job, like danny was intentionally being reckless and shattered some security stuff, and he has a whole mini lesson about learning to not just run in guns blazing. i would probably remove the dating stuff with her and danny (and tuckers crush) too, I think them wanting to be good friends is good enough for freshman year

REBOOT: the fandom already knows valerie exists, so i would actually skip the whole shades-of-gray introductory episode and have her be present as the huntress from day 1-- probably even before danny got his powers. cujo is also HER dog, and her backstory-- we'd find out in like, season 1, that a natural ghost portal (maybe one wulf opened) ripped open on her dog and killed him, and since then shes had a vendetta against ghosts cause of how reckless they are and their disregard for life-- of course, cujo isnt actually dead. cujo is a halfa. a puby halfa. anyway instead of a hoverboard she actually rides cujo around cause he can fly and its big and epic. valerie has BEEN amity parks ghost-eradicating superhero for at least a year (tho shes been in the shadows abt it) and her hatred towards danny actually just becomes really petty, like them flying next to each other chasing skulker just going "I got this. no I got this. no I got this" and they just get in each others' way and its a mutual grudge.

BOTH: i am NOT keeping in vlad giving her the suit to watch danny under any circumstances. it was only utilized half assedly in canon (when vlad couldve just had an invisible duplicate watching him instead) anyway, and I dont have any reason to keep it in a reboot either. instead i want her tech to be a combination of half-stolen and half-gerryrigged stuff and she slowly slowly learns how to build her own.

I also dont want anyone knowing her secret identity, except maybe her dad, and sam or tucker. i think it works better if danny isnt privy to this magic info

Freakshow

REWRITE: i would honestly just remove him. the episodes hes in arent particularly interesting, theyre just generic "we need a plot about x" filler and he's not compelling enough a character (at least in writing) to carry a better plot that another antagonist couldnt. i'm serious

REBOOT: unfortunately in a reboot he's gonna have to pop up somewhere or else ppl will be like "where IS HE" so I'm going to stick with running some kind of ghost circus, maybe a few occult things, but cut out a lot of the spooky magical knowledge and mcguffin stuff. maybe i could make him like, someone from vlad/jack/maddies college who always felt pushed around by them and so he has a vendetta? and theyd be the only reason he even learned abt ghosts in the first place. idk in either way I want to force him into being irredeemable but also include LYDIA (the tattoo girl ghost) way more-- I want to give her an arc that ends in her tossing freakshow aside and running off to be a ghost vigilante.

BOTH: dear god the infinity gauntlet is stupid that needs to GO AWAY. especially for the reboot cause it would exist in a post-mcu world and way too many people would complain about it

Vlad

REWRITE: amp him up to a far more sinister and villainous character. the crushing on maddie isnt enough, I want to show him on-screen performing experiments on ghosts and himself, dismissing everyone else cause he thinks hes smarter than them. i want him to be actively sabotaging the fentons at every turn. i would also clarify that he doesnt actually want danny as a son, but as a trophy-- a line where danny says something along the lines of "you don't want a son. you want a slave". i want to make him a character who wants to destroy the entire planet and put it in the ghost zone so he can be the true ghost king and i want to make this all evident from day one. if i'm writing a series villain you can bet i'm going to write a GOOD one. less petty drama here and more actual stakes.

REBOOT: it seems silly but sense with reboot we have the benefit of hindsight and recognizing that vlad wasn't a big series villain, theres no way i'd actually go back and write him to be such. for starters, of course, theres the fact that anything he does would really be an exaggerated part of the original, and it would bore an audience to see the same story again-- theres also the fact that it doesnt seem right to take a character who was treated as a joke half the time and suddenly make them big and important. no, instead for my reboot i want to lean into the petty gay uncle vibe. he had a crush on jack and now just casually insults him. he moves mansions every now and again by just haunting the family who lives in the one he wants, and taking over-- i mean, who is gonna believe that an actual ghost haunted you. he dislikes danny not because he has some concept of 'evil' and 'good' but bc danny is just too damn active. of course he actually does care about danny and his safety deep down, it's just on the surface they have very conflicting motivations-- not to mention that danny has been raised on legends from his parents of the villainous Wisconsin Ghost, who has to be stopped at all costs.

BOTH: i want jack and maddie to KNOW he's a half ghost and to actively be hunting him down for it, maybe bc they think hes possessed, or been a ghost tricking them this whole time, or the victim of a tragic lab accident who needs to be put to rest, etc. whatever the case it will give vlad actual tangible reason to despise them and genuinely suspect they dont have dannys best interests at heart. i think it would be neat if vlad was cynical and every time danny hit him with the "I'll expose us both. at least theyll still love ME" vlad could be like in the back of his head "oh god theyre going to kill this child"

Dani

REWRITE: cut her out. we don't need her character at all. maybe replace her with a more ominous shadow duplicate / clone that actually looks like danny himself and doesnt really have a name? you could probably combine her and dark dans characters for their arcs

REBOOT: instead of a clone from vlad, she's a guys in white creation using some of dannys dna after he was captured (and vlad broke him out bc he was like "ugh i guess i have to save this child")

BOTH: vlad actually cares abt her (duh), shes nonbinary (double duh), she gets the funny dissolve into goo powers

i had more i thought i was gonna write but this post is already very long and also im running out of coherency for this LUL

#ask #danny phantom #long post #adpRewrite

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smallestclowninthecircus · 4 years ago

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Season 3 notes popping off

due to my desire to not completely fail all my classes this year i made myself slow down significantly while listening to this season, and the fact that the other person i'm listening along with had to catch up. We've managed to convert several other people to start listening and its pretty great.

ep 81: what does it even mean to be chosen by one of them? And if he was chosen by the eye. we know Gertrude wasnt? Because she cut the eyes out of the magazines?

ep 82: elias lmao. I understand why people like him so much bahshdhdk i thought he was gonna snitch on Jon but he didnt so he's fine. Ok but how do we think he knew all that stuff. Idk probably just institute connections. I love the fact that the recorder just wants to record stuff randomly bjahsjdhd. Elias feels a lot like Michael in the sense that he knows more than he should and talks in a way that implies he just wants to wait and see how things play out for his own benefit. I understand him knowing the things that happened but his description of her emotions implies something paranormal. Maybe he's connected to one of the entities. Which one I cannot guess.

ep 83: did a file get delivered randomly to the place he's staying at? Probably elias lmao. He thinks the mannequin is related to the stranger. Idk I would believe it.

ep 84: worms? I know he says earth worms but idk. Again? Is she making gordon golems out of trash? Martin popping off. You can tell the statements get to him more that they get to Jon. How come martin is so mad about it? I want to assume he just doesnt want her to get stuck there but idk. Jude Perry. The calliope organ. Jon heard a circus in one of the last episodes

ep 89: he's talking to perry? Like jude Perry? He says ... God? Is that what it is? Lmao. The Desolation. Jon is tired of ppl being vague and not telling him stuff lmao. Oh God Jon is so confused. Compel her? Is she assuming he has some kind of power? Does he have powers? Hmm. im agreeing with jon here please jesus christ why does everyone have to be so cryptic. Just say what you mean. "maybe you get an itchy eye" bahasjkdfklsjdf girl what. Agnes saved her? Oh this is the girl from the cafe story? So theres the Cult of the Lightless Flame? They worship whatever entity this is? The Desolation? Why do they all seem like they sorta worship her then? Is Gretchen gonna die oh god. fuckin michael. a different michael aaah. i see. dont do it shes gonna burn you. sir. please. sir dont you dare do- WHAT DID I SAY what did you think was gonna happen hhh.

ep 90: try to make it less obvious you're trying to get fired big T. Elias that doesnt sound like the most healthy thing to do. oh dear is this gonna be triggering for me. uuuuuh. uuuuuuuuuh. doesnt seem like it ok gonna keep listening. Jared. hmmmmm. Ok we've seen Keay and hotner or whatever his name was.

ep 91: Michael Crew. Oh is this the lightning scar guy. Mister jon sir did you just die. No? God everyone is so fuckin cryptic. Say normal things please. They all just like to go on about pain and agony and j e s u s c h r i s t we get it you got hurted by whatever thing. So theyre avatars? question mark? Jude Perry is an avatar of The Desolation? hhhh fractals. thats a spiral thing innit. Yup. messing with your perceptions. God they all talk about feeding their god and feeding that which feeds them and. hh what does that meann. Leave big J. please. uh oh. is it daisy? how come he has the web lighter still? the tape recorder just turns on sometimes you know how it is. So he can compel people? not that he knows it obviously but. a bit wack. powers go brr i guess? If the eye just wants knowledge i guess he feeds it by getting the statements? b/c i doubt it wants him to murder ppl or whatever.

ep 92: elias you all knowing fuck what do you know. (i guess all given what i just said) Lukas. Heard of them before. Mordecai Lukas. Loneliness. The lonely even. Jonah Magnus. Elias ur sounding like a bit of a dickhead rn. lmao jon's just like "i dont care" elias what is ur deal. Why does he want to tie her in. ohh i see. lmao theyre all just like "elias why" The Unknowing lol seems very much like something the eye wouldnt like. lol elias is gettin all philosophical. what does it really mean to be human. this still doesnt answer why gertrude wanted to destroy the archives tho.

ep 93: bahsjdfh he seems so dead inside rip. awww admiral. i love him already. ghh breacon and hope. purple mold. doesnt sound like anything we've seen so far. I think the funniest explanation for breacon and hope is that they dont actually serve the stranger they just kinda happen to be a random neutral party that cart around random spooky entity related stuff. ooooh. when we hear the slight static of the tape recorder it's cuz he's compelling ppl.

ep 94: the end! listen man they were all just grayed up for 4/13.

ep 95: the end also? death but also savagery/ animalistic shit. aww martin. lmao becerra. she's just been chillin in the corner.

ep 96: return to sender. haha minecraft go brr. prediction: breacon and hope? yup there we go. jon why is there an echo. are you in a stairwell? is he gonna eat it- yup. how did i call it. unsure abt what theyre talking about but ok. they kidnapped someone? Sarah Baldwin. ooooh that guy.

ok im just putting this here so i have notes for when nicholas gets to this part. It seems like (from jon's conversation with jude perry) that the desolation and the eye are kinda at odds with eachother? like i guess not directly but it seems like they dont really vibe? so how could be with both. Cuz if he has the heat powers and shit then we know he's an avatar of the desolation. but then why does he have so much eye imagery. also he got burned intentionally? like jude did when she went on her monologue about the feeling of burning? but then why did he wear the eye pendant. it stops him from being burned all the way which seems like he's not fully accepting the fire or whatever.

Nooooo I lost like a bunch of my notes rip. I keep forgetting to save.

Ep 104: tim gives a coherent statement without jon even being there. Ugh. Fucking robert smirk. Dont like him. Joey. Dont recognize the name. The show must go on. Clown. The spooky circus?

ep 105: total war... shogun 2? jon is just understanding languages again. "if i understood mandarin or cantonese" are you sure you dont big man?

ep 106: havent we heard this one already? mans in space? oh no this is just another episode in space. fairchild... uuuh. cant remember. oh! this is related to that! this is one of the ppl from the other side. sounds like a Vast thing. oh he's the one that the dude saw? but that guy didnt have a face... she's sorta like jon. wanting to dismiss the statements. lmao i love the workplace gossip. ace jon for the win! oh cmon elias dont be a dick. sunny meadows or whatever. thats the place we heard about.

ep 107: oh great is it jude perry again. Third Degree. bahahsdkfj she was arrested. sorry but imagining this old british lady getting arrested is funny. she was trying to resurrect him. using the skin book. he's not feeling well. jon take a nap. i wonder if this is what happens when he uses his powers too much. He gets into The Zone when he reads statements lol. didn't we have a burning train car in anothre statement? is it julia fairchild? bahahahs "kidnapped. Again." poor jon honestly. julia... about her dad. daughter of the murder shed guy? hunting like your dad liked to hunt or normal people hunting. oh hunting vampires!

ep 108: melanie has been suffering. poor martin peter lukas why do you have to be like this. can he not just use the front door? does he have to bother the ppl doing statements?

ep 109: how come he cut her off? kinda rude tbh. its either jon's influence or there was smth he didnt want her saying. is it gerard on the table? this sounds kinda like smth from one of the university episodes. is it the closed eye on the hand? yup. he's like one of the students! if the thing listening in is elias then... he can do that without the tape recorder yknow. plus who's to say it wont just turn itself on again

110: who wants to bet its a leitner?

111: Lukas related to The Lonely. I used to not like Gerard that much but i like him more now. but i thought there were 15? ohhh thats right isnt flesh newer? gerry for the win honestly. finally telling jon things.

112: lol "again" no one ever tells any of these ppl anything. tim and basira are just out of the loop constantly. music, like the war episodes. The hunt or the slaughter? probably the hunt. so Daisy is related to the hunt right? basira likes the reading, she's doing fine at the institute. daisy's getting worried...

113: it just turned on randomly. what is it lol. explossives! oh boy. why do they always assume he turned it on intentionally. melanie youre not making me like you that much. which entity is this about i cant tell. lol he was disappointed it was just the end. The title Breathing Room made me think it was gonna be about the buried but i guess not. So many of these entities deal with death but the end is one that deals in just death. it has no need for fancy deaths, just death is enough

114: more hilltop road statements? the tree. oh boy. ok the tree has 8 arms obviously theres the spider parallels. was she taken into an alternate universe? oh no. jon tries to phrase things so he's not asking questions. thats honestly good. "sometimes i was kidnapped" oh dear. they got gertrude. daisy ur so odd lmao. who wants to bet they dont know the tape recorder's running?

115: silaca? or whatever? antique man? meat grinder... related to the meat is meat episode? oh wow. they buy antiques from him. maybe dont antagonize this creature which can kill you?

116: lol theyre all just so done with elias. music? is it like the one band that if you hear them you die or wtvr. oh its chess? i am very much confused. mmm stranger go brr. gorilla skin? oh shit the dance. woah. this is so good. this is so gender. the words are wonderful. "you can just say tim" lmao trying to fool elias never feels like a good idea.

117: except elias lmaoo. oh shit. leitner getting some use for once idk. bruuh poor melanie she has been thru so much shit. martin you can just say youre worried about jon. lol he's so accurate in his jon impression. lol who was that. was that daisy? lmaoo. oop hi tim. oh god i hope tim doesnt die. i feel like i wouldve heard about that? but im not sure. destroying the source of knowledge is gonna be hard for jon. yay jon! you did a good thing. let him rest.

118: go off martin lmao. awww poor martin. oh god the tape gets that squealy quality and its awful.

119: woah. lots of things happening. uhh. POP OFF TIM!!

120: lmao elias giving a statement about jon's dreams lol. damn jon doesnt even get his own dreams? has to stay Watching even when he's asleep? f in the chat this man goes thru so much shit. oh boy its peter. lol martin my beloved. idk i dont trust peter.

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