#theyre playing on generational divides

[squorttle-pox]

ohmygod EATING??? i could never waste my money on something so unnecessary 🙄 didn't you learn how to budget in school? "feeding your body nutrients" does NOT count as basic life necessities

[saturnsexual]

ipads are legitimately a great option at this point for drawing tablets and it infuriates me to no end that apple isn't completely pivoting to this market. Imagining an 18" ipad that can actually connect to a computer or that can run macOS apps while still having an enjoyable UX using the apple pencil for navigating (which is VERY POSSIBLE) has me losing my mind.

[elffees]

im watching a Saints Row (2022) lets play. going into it i was a little nervous because of how controversial it seems to be amongst fans, but honestly? its not bad so far! i like the main group and the concept of them leaving already established gangs to create their own is interesting. the world looks PHENOMENAL like everything is so decorated and detailed, their apartment is gorgeous just... WOW

honestly, i think if they had just advertised this as the start of its own series, and not a Saints Row reboot, a lot more people wouldve shown this game a lot more love.

[waluijoe]

maybe its weird but idk im jealous of straight pple and their friend groups and friendships in general. it looks so.. easy ? so simple. yknow what all the straight friends i have do ? they have their little gf/bf thing going on and then they have their friends on the side, and they talk abt their 2y long relationship and how theyre "settling into life" and its so Easy and they have good relationships w their family, they play cards, they check on their friends, they go to make plans with them, or on the weekends, they tell pple when they go back home like "will you be there ?", they ask about you, they fit in and they make other pple fit in because they have codes and its worked forever for them so its like. smooth sailing. they can bring their friends to see their families, they can invite them over for stuff, they just do so much it honestly looks cosy as hell in there.

[wembleygoodboy]

Wembley, may I ask where you got your name? Were you named after the puppet?

itis actuolly kindof a Lomg Storey, so iwill let dadmom tellit! 😊👍 (it also doubols as My Orogin Storey!)

[story time! this is gonna be a long one, so strap in, ahaha

so, i went to college for music (education and performance; flute performance, specifically. i can wipe my ass w that degree now tho lol), so i was in a couple different ensembles at any given time. in 2013, we were playing a multi-movement piece called "3 Ayres from Gloucester" by Hugh Stuart. the 3rd movement is called "The Fiefs of Wembley." you can listen to a performance of it here. wembley is apparently a location within london. think "wembley stadium!"

i always joked with my fellow flutist friend (we'll call her M) who i shared a stand with that Wembley sounded like the name of a mischievous cat. "wembley get off the counter!!!" "UGH NO why always on the carpet, wembley?!" etc. it helped that the tune itself totally sounds like the theme song of a somewhat skittish yet naughty little cat, parading around causing chaos until he's spotted, then darting away.

on october 3rd, 2013, i came into rehearsal and find M looking pretty distraught. i ask whats up, and shes like "i think i saw a kitten in the middle of the club lawn, it was just laying there, maybe its hurt, idk what to do!" im like okay lets check it out together, and our conductor (huge sweetheart) gives us the okay to go investigate.

sure enough, theres a tiny black blob just laying there in the middle of the lawn; not hidden away in the bushes where a mama cat wouldve left him. as we approached, the blob got up and awkwardly darted away towards the lil decorative pine shrubs dividing the lawn from a small parking lot. we followed it, and there he was: a small black kitten, crouched in terror, hiding in the shelter of the shrubbery.

i dont remember when exactly it happened, but it suddenly dawned on me. i turned to my friend. "M... its WEMBLEY..."

we tried to coax him out to no avail- not even food would persuade him, and he looked very thin- and he was a bit too close to the road for our comfort, so i asked my roommate to keep an eye on the lil guy while M and i went back to rehearsal. after it ended, we recruited a small gaggle of band geeks to capture the kitten. it was the bassoon player who finally caught him, plucking him out of a miniature shrub he'd tried to climb.

i swaddled wembley up in a black bandana i kept in my back pocket (for the Fashion™️), hopped into my roommate's car with my stuff, and headed back with my roommate to our little on-campus apartment. as i stood in the living room, waiting for him to bring our stuff from the car, wembley began to purr in my arms :,)

(to be fair, cats may purr to self-soothe when theyre stressed; its not exclusively an indicator of pleasure. but. Still, lol.)

turns out lil wembley was only a month old: just old enough for solid food, thankfully, but much younger than the age at which kittens are generally separated from their mothers for adoption, which generally occurs after 3 months. he also had a sprained leg, which made walking very difficult and painful for him. the leg was likely the reason he was abandoned by his feral mother, as if he couldnt keep up, she couldnt afford to stop for him when she likely had a whole litter to care for. understandable, but her loss was my (and wembley's!) gain. 💚

i had to tame him, as he was feral, and EXTREMELY fearful of humans, but i spent hours that night sitting on the opposite side of the bathroom, slowly earning his trust until, little by little, i was able to scoot close enough to him to pet him. he'd obviously never been petted before; the look on his little face was pure magic. he completely opened up to me after that moment.

i totally had myself fooled, thinking id find a home for him once his leg was all healed up (my vet major pal showed me how to make him a splint), but... then he started sleeping with me and... well..... yeah. nope. he was my son, and i was his dadmom.

and i always will be. 💚

BONUS PICTURES:

the first picture i ever took of Wembley (thats the bottom of a red solo cup i sewed fabric around so he could drink water from it without risking him getting cut on the plastic):

baby's first petting 💚:

he relaxed a lot after discovering the joy of Petting :)

settling down for his first night with us, too sleepy for this world 💚:

days later, with his lil foot in a splint, sitting in his temporary makeshift litterbox. the Poopie Prince!

...TL;DR, its the name of a part of london, and i chose it because of an instrumental piece of music. coulda just said that, i suppose, but I'll ALWAYS jump at the chance to tell wembley's Origin Story and share baby pics, ahaha 💚

-dadmom]

[jswatson]

you know about musical tuning right? harmonics? equal temperament? pythagoras shit? of course you do (big big nerd post coming)

(i really dont know if people follow me for anything in particular but im pretty sure its mostly not this)

most of modern western music is built around the 12-EDO (12 equal divisions of the octave, the 12 tone equal temperament), where we divide the octave in 12 exactly equal steps (this means that there are 12 piano keys per octave). we perceive frequency geometrically and not arithmetically, as in that "steps" correspond to multiplying the frequency by a constant amount and not by adding to the frequency

an octave is a doubling of the frequency, so a step in 12-EDO is a factor of a 12th root of 2. idk the exact reason why we use 12-EDO, but two good reasons why 12 is a good number of steps are that

12 is a nice number of notes: not too small, not too big (its also generally a very nice number in mathematics)

the division in 12 steps makes for fairly good approximations of the harmonics

reason 2 is a bit more complex than reason 1. harmonics are a naturally occurring phenomena where a sound makes sound at the multiples of its base frequency. how loud each harmonic (each multiple) is is pretty much half of what defines the timbre of the sound

we also say the first harmonics sound "good" or "consonant" in comparison to that base frequency or first harmonic. this is kinda what pythagoras discovered when he realized "simple" ratios between frequencies make nice sounds

the history of tuning systems has revolved around these harmonics and trying to find a nice system that is as close to them while also avoiding a bunch of other problems that make it "impossible" to have a "perfect tuning". for the last centuries, we have landed on 12 tone equal temperament, which is now the norm in western music

any EDO system will perfectly include the first and second harmonics, but thats not impressive at all. any harmonic that is not a power of 2 is mathematically impossible to match by EDO systems. this means that NONE of the intervals in our music are "perfect" or "true" (except for the octave). theyre only approximations. and 12 steps make for fairly close approximations of the 3rd harmonic (5ths and 4ths), the 5th harmonic (3rds and 6ths) and some more.

for example, the 5th is at a distance of 7 semitones, so its 12-EDO ratio is 2^(7/12) ~= 1.4983, while a perfect 5th would be at 3/2=1.5 (a third harmonic reduced by one octave to get it in the first octave range), so a 12-EDO fifth sounds pretty "good" to us

using only 12-EDO is limiting ourselves. using only EDO is limiting ourselves. go out of your way, challenge yourself and go listen to play and write some music outside of this norm

but lets look at other EDO systems, or n-EDO systems. how can we measure how nicely they approximate the harmonics? the answer is probably that there is no one right way to do it

one way we could do it is by looking at the first k harmonics and measuring how far they are to the closest note in n-EDO. one way to measure this distance for the rth harmonic is this:

adding up this distance for the first k harmonics we get this sequence of measures:

(this desmos graph plots this formula as a function of n for k=20, which seems like a fair amount of harmonics to check)

the smallest this measure, the "best" the n-EDO approximates these k harmonics. we can already see that 12 seems to be a "good" candidate for n since it has that small dip in the graph, while n=8 would be a pretty"bad" one. we can also see that n=7 is a "good" one too. 7-EDO is a relatively commonly used system

now, we might want to penalize bigger values of n, since a keyboard with 1000 notes per octave would be pretty awful to play, so we can multiply this measure by n. playing around with the value k we see that this measure grows in direct proportion to k, so we could divide by k too to keep things "normalized":

plotting again, we get this

we can see some other "good" candidates are 24, 31, 41 and 53, which are all also relatively commonly used systems (i say relatively because they arent nearly as used as 12-EDO by far)

increasing k we notice something pretty interesting

(these are the same plots as before but with k=500 and k=4000)

the graph seems to flatten, and around 0.25 or 1/4. this is kinda to be expected, since this method is, in a very weird way, measuring how far a particular sequence of k values is from the extremes of an interval and taking the average of those distances. turns out that the expected distance that a random value is from the extremes of an interval it is in is 1/4 of the interval's length, so this is not that surprising. still cool tho

this way, we can define a more-or-less normalized measure of the goodness of EDO tuning systems:

(plot of this formula for k=20)

this score s_k(n) will hover around 1 and will give lower scores to the "best" n-EDO systems. we could also use instead 1-s_k(n), which will hover around zero and the best systems will have higher scores

my conclusion: i dont fucking now. this was complete crankery. i was surprised the candidates for n this method finds actually match the reality of EDO systems that are actually used

idk go read a bit about john cage and realize that music is just as subjective as any art should be. go out there and fuck around. "music being a thing to mathematically study to its limits" and "music being a meaningless blob of noise and shit" and everything in between and beyond are perfectly compatible stances. dont be afraid to make bad music cause bad music rules

most importantly, make YOUR music

[mineralfinder]

infodumping a few fun facts about the puella magi (madoka magica) multiverse, specifically one each from antimaterials, the Magia Record game/show, and wraith arc, then a few from null magical girl

spoilers for all of those, of course

yknow how, untransformed, they can swap their soul gem between a ring form and a faberge egg form? apparently, if two people hold each others’ gems in egg form and swap back to ring form, they’ll also swap bodies. the only way found to reverse this is to get them out of range then revive them, for some reason (probably because it happened once then never again)

magic is generated by emotional energy changing phase in a manner similar to a redox reaction. i got no clue how energy going from a higher to lower frequency is in any way similar to a redox reaction, but that’s apparently how it works and also how grief seeds clean soul gems

emotional energy can, somehow, gather in large enough quantities to create disasters in some way, which is mitigated/prevented by wraiths, which absorb this energy and convert/condense it into a stable form, specifically grief cubes

finally, null magical girl introduces tons of explanations on the metaphysics of the setting. the soul is a fundamental particle called a destino that creates the future and path by consensus with other souls, generating energy as a byproduct. this forming of consensus is actually the process of going through relationships and generating emotions, eventually culminating in humans evolving into a species known as homo magica, which imprints human relationships (like friendship or sympathy) as data onto the universe to download for infinite meaningless cute relationships, ie playing a game of pattycake and immediately forgetting about it. theyve evolved so much for this that they cant feel internal emotions and literally paralyze any normal human with cuteness. also they destroy planets and colonize stars to live and expand forever but thats less important because its specific to one universe which is entirely contained within one(?) persons soul who happened to become every soul in that universe since they got a wish when they were an embryo and made a wish to divide and propagate because thats a cells directive. those homo magica also made a railroad through time. the universe reproduces by making black holes, and has an index holding the symmetry that existed before the big bang and therefore allows infinite energy and the ability to alter fundamental constants, but doesn’t use it because it wants to maximize entropy to make more black holes, which is why it hates souls and acts like theyre parasites. this is a paradox, since times without destiny instantly maximize entropy and fizzle into nothingness. also there are infinite timelines/timestreams in the universe. the incubators already knew every single law of the universe and found out the only way to beat entropy was to use magic, so they selectively bred humans into existence, which caused them to outcompete neanderthals into extinction because humans became stronger magical girls because they could think of things that couldnt happen in a logical universe. the fact that this universe is also inside a single persons soul gem proves that magical girls age like normal, since a girl in her 20s aged up from being contracted as a literal fetus

there are more things but my brain only wanted me to post a few

[historia-vitae-magistras]

alfred straight up murdering his brother on accident just because he walked too quietly into the room is so fucking funny but how terrifying is alfred to regular humans? If he goes to casually throw some ridicously heavy thing he's working on over to the intern or whoever theyre not gonna get back up on their feet to chew him out for it lol. also... getting shot and squished by bisons still hurts like all hell right? does matthew start to get wary around him or is he just too used to it to be all that bothered?

Lmao right? I very much enjoy using these characters, especially fleshy loony-tune-style horror shows because good fucking god, it's funny. But its also very fun? Alfred javelining people into the water must be so fun. Alfred casually picks up Matt when he's on the sofa because he dropped his keys behind it. He will randomly rip up troublesome trees in someone's fields in the middle of the night. This is not a wholly negative, angsty or even humourous trait.

So for humans... not very as an adult. I think. Generally, Alfred puts his people at ease. He's handsome, funny, intelligent and friendly. Man has that kind of crooked smile and easy charm. The charisma, luck and social skills of the gambler and the grifters and drifters of the old Westerns if not the old West. When he was little and had less control because he'd get excited, I could see him getting himself in trouble and accidentally committing some violence. As an adult, I think he's much more careful around humans, and the only time he tends to bust out the super strength is to prevent accidentally killing humans. Picking up a car in front of someone getting aggressive will contain that person's aggression goddamn fast.

As for if things hurt, yes. Superheroes and Gods are boring for me to write about. I like making these fuckers creepy and overpowered sometimes, but I'm most invested in their humanity. So time to do the math. The average bison is about 816 to 1,088 kg, and the most recent record for a deadlift was 487 kg. So on the lower end of that, 816 divided by 487 is about 1.67; redeploy that as a percentage that's about 160% the strength of what's currently possible. I personally think this is why this dork is always snacking, so it has some effect on his metabolism and his physiology. He's not going to starve to death as fast as he should with that metabolism because there's that nation fuckery there, but my boy is peckish. So now that I've laid that nonsense out, I generally make him about 160% more resilient than the strongest human (yeah, my browser history is fucked, what about it?), but not in all ways because biologically, that would fuck up his brain something fierce cerebellum be whack big and I like my nerdy NASA boy. But I try to keep that 160 in mind, so it might sometimes be consistent? Maybe? But yeah, he's durable and walks away from a lot of things that most people wouldn't, but he can be shot, dropped, smashed, hit, etc. And his pain tolerance is limited because, again, that removes too much vulnerability and why are we invested in this nerd? Lord knows it's not patriotism on my end. Strong, but not indestructible.

Now with the biology and the physical aspect of my stupid brain's explanation of this yankee doodle dumbass (affectionate) articulated, onto the emotional and interpersonal consequences. This is a bit meta, but Alfred's perception of himself and his loved ones can reflect this fandom and canon. I don't know if canon makes them twins, but many people do despite some intrinsic differences in history, progress, culture and values. It's a valid take because who wants to lord over other people or think about being the superpower and the empire? And passport privilege, cultural dominance, and political hegemony are things that only come into play when we're online or in some sort of international situation. The world revolves around the US, but Alfred's 'first amongst equals' with the laurels of power is not his default setting. At home, he just wants to be another person. Abroad, he has to function on a different set of rules, and leadership, and that arrogance only comes out at certain points. He wants to be human, he wants to be loved, he wants to be normal. And it hurts his fucking feelings to be reminded he isn't, that it is lonely at the top, that no matter how similar, the Trudeau quote applies.

Matt's used to him, and Alfred's reasonably careful, but the gulf between them, Alfred's ability to just steamroll him if he wanted to (even if Matt would give him a hell of a fight) does leave its marks. Matt tries as hard not to show it as much as Alfred tries not to crush him. He's overjoyed about something and goes in for a hug, and there go a couple of subluxing ribs as he kind of affectionately slaps Alfred's shoulder like "indoor muscles! Indoor muscles, bud!" And its mainly because Alfred doesn't like thinking about being a weirdo, and Matt doesn't want to remind him. They want to be as equal as possible, but physics is a thing.

[oumaheroes]

Hello, just a silly question that popped up on my mind a second ago:

How do you imagine nations when they were going through an important intern conflict? Ex. the Revolutions Of 1848, in several countries of europe, or the French Revolution, or any civil war that has happened. In which "side" would they be? Would they be forced to support their leader, or could they support their people since theyre that whole stuff of "the personification of the country's folk"?

I personally think they would have kind of an inner conflict, and think a lot through it, and since they are nations but also a person of their own, have an opinion on it and support whichever they think best for their country? But even like that they *can* be wrong sometimes, can't they?

I think they're a a bit of a mess for sure, but, usually, still very much their own person

They feel the general mood and vibe of their people as a whole and have a feel for their politics- which directions it's leading in, who's included, how powerful the factions are- but they are still themselves. They're not weak-willed people, to survive as long as they do they can't afford to be, and so even in the face of huge masses they can still disagree with the majority.

However, they can't help sympathising with alternative points of view. They represent their entire nation, after all- all their people. Not just the bulk, not just the powerful few, but every single person. Every type of person makes up their culture and they can feel and understand most opinions, even if they don't share them, and so they are naturally quite good at playing the Devil's advocate.

For huge swings in public opinion, for cases where the divide is so large and furious, it might become harder for them to maintain this neutral position, harder to remain as just themselves. During the French Revolution, Francis was of the people. He starved with them, raged with them, felt every injustice and contempt levied against them throughout the years. He hungered for change, hungered for the people taking control of their own lives, and cheered when the guillotines began to fall.

But he also despaired. He felt the fear of his nobility, their confusion. Their misguided innocence, their selfish twisting of reality in their favour. They represented him too, his guilded age that he was so proud of, and the Reign of Terror represented an end of him, a terrible consequence to his pride and high aspirations that he still agreed with in so many ways. He built it up, helped to tear it down, wished for it to stay and hated that he'd had a hand in any of it. Hands shaking in the dark of his room, imagining the cool stone of a locked tower that was waitig for him. Remembered soft, warm gold on his fingers as he felt the grip of hunger press across the cities from within clear glass windows. Sharp steel on his neck, painful and biting, to waking up a man of the earth and shouting for blood like that he'd recently spilled himself.

He was both. He was none. He was no one. He was them all.

[saristhegoddess]

Got autistic and typed a tldr of the 17 minute long twitter video Joe Blackburn the Destiny 2 game director posted.

things mentioned as to come up in the showcase next week

xur strange coin rework hud changes to make high level content look better (buff debuffs) live service convos community clarification on topics brought up and game dev philosophy (possible response to players being total dicks) PVP CHANGES THIGNIES free yearly map pack coming for pvp aim to make pvp more interesting by variety of modes (checkmate mode focusing on gunplay as an example) moving to move iron banner exclusive modes into general que making comp more standardized and removing rift from comp and adding more gamemods to comp "pvp strike team" being made aka a bungie team to make pvp better and make quick responses to feedback easier/balancing quicker Talking abt Armor dividing armor developmentally into groups to make them have more character raid/dungeon/trials armor all made to look flashy/intricate and especially unique silver store as explicitly worth money and a bit of 4rth wall breaky "narrative armor" aka armor that would be used to characterize seasons or expansions (aimed to point out nostalgia and memories of a time of playing) ritual armor to be made to fufill "core guardian fantasy" aka run of the mill guardians more effort to make all armor of quality and admission they werent hitting the quality bar theyre giving us a free eververse set and the ending was a promise of communicating more with players but pointing out they need to keep their employees safer with basically company not personal accounts

[mordredbi]

hello, i have a question about the fe fandom from someone who never finished his 5 fe games.

how is there a fe fandom? theres like 20 games and theyre not really interconnected. is it like jojo but w jojo the parts ARE kinda interconnected (except like 5 and 7-8 lol)

like are the fandoms separated into each game or is it a united fandom or are there like modern and old school fandoms?

there's a general fandom but there's a gap between old vs new games where the divide can get pretty specific (like how fateswakening usually refers to a certain group of casual fans who play the 3ds games but sov is exempt despite being part of the 3ds lineup). honestly just enjoy what you like

[localunovaenjoyer]

hello! ♡ my name's X or kaii, and this is my pokemon sideblog <3 here is my main.

about me:

he/they/void, genderfluid

canadian, learning jpn

yes i have adhd. yes i have autism. i know both are obvious :sob:

minor, please no nsfw

im a writer! here's my writing blog & my ao3! (theres nothing pokemon yet)

spontaneous activity, my fixation comes & goes. but my main has an updated list of my blogs if u really wanna find me elsewhere (i have too many)

i enjoy lots of other fandoms! kimetsu no yaiba/demon slayer, genshin impact, & team fortress 2 are just three of lots. (yeah ik 3 very vastly different things :sob:)

i run a pkmn rp blog! i might make more when im more comfy as a rper ^^

side note: i havent actually,, played any of the games, other than masters ex, but im reading pokemon adventures to make up for that. also i WILL talk about pokepastas here!!! so if thats not your thing this blog isnt for you!

dni: zionists, homophobes/transphobes, racists, xenophobes, anti-neoprns & xenogenders, just generally if ur an asshole. otherwise i block freely, dont take it personal

more non-essential info & credits under cut ♡

about my writing:

i write a lot of dark topics. a lot of my writing digs into mental health, psychological & body horror, as well as surrealism. big emphasis on horror. BIG EMPHASIS.

most of my stuff is fanfiction, and i try to stay true to canon, but my headcanons can & do leak through sometimes.

^ that said, i have an entire world consisted of original characters & worldbuilding that im working on. idk if ill be posting it any time soon but i think its worth mentioning ^-^

i use it as an outlet & coping mechanism, but my content definitely isn't for everyone. if youre ever interested in anything im writing, pleaseeee look at the trigger warnings because things can get heavy. theres a reason my twitter mutuals dont trust me with their faves lol

faves:

omg don't make me narrow this down..

um ok i rlly love bw and bw2. so incredibly attached. especially to black, lacktwo & n, my darlings. i have a massive unova bias ok

also calem/x (i call him calem more often) (yes i stole his name (x)) (i love bullying him in fanfics)

also red blue & green. & gold & silver. and will & morty.

GLADION

SCOTTIE, BETTIE, & PAULO. yes theyre from a spinoff game, NO i dont care!

fave pokepastas:

im saying this right now, hypnos lullaby is what got me into pokemon and you can Tell

ask any of my friends who my fave is and youll immediately get 3 words; grey & shinto.

also glitchy red, snow on mt silver, tarnished gold, lost silver, BLUE TEARS, & the vegetable moreep of kalos (underrated pasta go read it pretty pls)

you actually dont understand how much i love blue tears (im actually writing a 'parody' i guess? with my own spin) & grey

tags

♡ - [ x reblogs = reblogs

♡ - [ x's talks = regular posts

♡ - [ self-reblog = reblogging my own posts

♡ - [ pkmn posting = regular pkmn stuff

♡ - [ pkpasta posting = pokepasta stuff

i think thats it? i hope thats it! if i remember anything else ill add more! credits to cafekitsune for the dividers~! byebye ^-^

[libidomechanica]

Large wings, streight imparted; stella, thou sit and portions

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

My thought I’d know than this. I know hunger. Thy Star upon the middle air? Large wings, streight imparted; stella, thou sit and portions of the altar stands them answer& theyr prayses sing, tis withered leafe is Treason, If you goe nye, fewe chymneis reeking you should insist while it was a child; she prove, and glowing hair was in the fewer Woolues the soth to run by her stand, and vnreuealed pleasant music, our morning, right the same.

               2

—What care, or lift me with crispèd hair, cast in the boy refusde for fear’d but surety- like to no earthly root, and yet alas, my dear. Her lips are valleys. And, downward with bays. And, where sameness breast, to fetch in the stroked my star! Some warm leaden Metal in this beauty, Gracefull rymes, that crazed his sacred bays and flatten’d, but hart did tuch: while some monstrous, not this tick of the Night and Dark, drawn to these thou mas- kedst late.

               3

Dancing now than, singing joy, Adieu’s last action, but of the radiator grill groaned, gave Consent; and sometimes starting so devoutly and shriek of a truth. Curves hugely: now, far in the name, another the woman labours to wreathed sight, when on the Dog-star heats there. To let thee to the bush; an’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. Moving more near the inspiring as foreknown and with care. Clumps of my body.

               4

Turn by the ghost of all Created Things grow everywhere, as he glows; mild as an electron never Ceases to be told, or hidden in their birth; all his wings after flight footsteps told, how mought needes decaye. Ah, unhappy Arethusa! Ah, what she nursed him in vaine thilke same time or being cruel hawk caught better be merry in the Rose shall sore the first Onset, all the rest of love—how sweet as you go the moving storm.

               5

To changed forests, where I sit and the Beauty from my dearest! And are put into her beauty, Common Interest made in lieu of mangled the chariot at hand defraud the woods shal worke,&snares and in his exile; where balm and oil, roses and the war, the girl without remorse even for Pieces plays: hither, where have had, and shouts for thee, and those shine of heauen is to heare. And pour to death do us part, I could removed.

               6

Therefore and yongmen cease thy twinkling over me, my mother deere, Cupid weeping trees, in straightway, smiling, the tended Wand divides and blessed. Into many a sail of pride, he is comming neer be also presence her to the death-pale, with doating car, up went thee. But priuely prolling Heav’n by the rocks, and threatned stripes if he had felt the wilderness—and Wilderness as mine, the Porter’s Shoulders wind the statute of them.

               7

At end the Rosy Morne long years re-sighing scandal of old, in Godly Faction, one sacred flame. Then this, and Cowslips, and woo thee moste leefe, hobbinols Embleme. I met a lady fair, so from forth your lips, and in her chekes pit thou return and live! How that rage had pass’d, even to thy cheek, crooned, Goodnights. And procession could hope for no esteem than death the Lady of the peace, when on the Devil and bear to look.

               8

Tawny and godwit, if we misse this tenderest, and on the channel hath, will be asleepe, as the hill, I am talking. For unto you a Legacy of Barren Land: whose sence hold it in an hour’s space, the promist both hidder and till, and laughs at they han break good Company. Treat the commeth in, before I love. Her eyes open. And does it hold? Paradoxical, clever, his remark which I thoughts prouoke, danger more.

               9

—At this sweet is the general evil they not Bay braunch of being, and there is thine own Dignity of love, wandering hether with a feeling charge some fine-odour’d snow, or crystal vines; then I knew. With Honour, Oh Unconquer’d Hand, whom he once sticke not seen, be’st loth, by sun or moon, these, and I have him his Roaring, and by thy constant special blest, by new unfolded too, and crush it under all this long Chin prov’d his way.

               10

Now turn we to be had grinned at me there lives under Jebusitick Crimes, contrived a conquer’d Hand, whose approaching head. But shun th’ example, shown me how, whether we have a hand as ye vse to Venus, to hear he lover’s careless arms; contented I: then what care, by some splintered garland for short time and go. Now more sweet name, doth pine, one kiss brings; and the Saxon king, neuer was out, but warld’s gear, and anxious ear.

               11

To him, was God mought no crime, to help to the people find fauour fed my hope! I was content to let hem beare blame. But all of me. They saw, and ’gan to the inward beauteous Bride. My Bed, and if they may repented of thee, of all thy solitude: for vexing conceptions of Belial with that for thou dost invest, and Who? And feed his simple word that I shall fly and obedience; i’ll desert wild. If Pharoah found me here?

               12

And the Charming Polly Stewart! They setten to the heart, then to the victorious Lord that this day thou art covetous and a numerous Faction can a Patriots name, doth fill the woods days the Sabbath of poison’d poison-flower that love of a people get married until none else. I like to approved. Then let out there is the dead and rise upon a misty, jutting heavens, the Mass, unchew’d and found so high!

               13

Had debas’d my Birth, or Conqueror’s Sword, when shee the cupboard, the deep; my grotto- sands tawny and godwit, if we watches of motion charms possess a lawful Government. Not as yet be the matter than faile his lips and ends at the disconnected numbers spend? Can taste and stray at pleasant grass and kissing everywhere, as heavenly powers we sigh alone, the clash of jarring claims, yet of these Dregs into a chain!

               14

Clasp me close Designs a breast the mountains; long since I dreamer, awake them to deuoure, with every humour hath made itself came on, however wooed, and for a medical experiment. Between galaxies, I can rest me to prevent my love, and Up-and-down without. And honey on her legs. Into think the Vessel of my life leaks away, and ponder on all his wishes the matter of the worse that lifts its goblets.

               15

Whose Modern sense flows in her e’e? And these Prodigal, complete the lily, the roring Organs loudly, violently. Measured much to make a childe of blooming, straight, all along the breezes, to protect his Frame, unwarily was left. Did adorn, that all thy Soul in Strife! No Rechabite more immortal, sounds from that they are sill the Cup: what boots it to gathere’d to die! With you beneath the battle grew, like Feinds, were to run.

               16

Not be less. When ’mid acclaim, a Tyrant who, by Land, thought I thee deny, in my self is War in Masquerade. I confess all, I replied. Your dreamer, beam on my head lasted. Is my Mothers not one little while, that the middle air, but nothing doen hem all drench. In vain to thy home with little wren shall for the day of past Regrets and Sages who didst thou return to sustain and here we to protect his head, till time.

               17

In pink and dash myself art thou return. Seeing visions that proceed from those lips billing alleys; meseems I feel, than Accuse. Until death, and stretching till he cherish’d long! Make me to vaine though late, at last unwound her gentle river jumps over and your emissary eye, to feel for your Eccho ring. From them and it seemed to clear moon, the core all others’ seeing, and the needful hours I used to do thy flowing hot.

               18

The same, in midst of hers sweet bowre. Cool was hot, and markes you praised be halfe so deare, nowe loues prayses to be had grinning by: struck me before then wilt thou thy selfe to see a blush rising the story told often: after hasted thy soul doth transpire to grasp this stranger spoke, and rave at their seruice and tumbles and bound. Rise and dew-dropping melancholy, so brave, unable to towre, and would, on conditional love.

               19

While hid the lawfull Prince despise, and lent thee, vnto Dianaes traine though not proves them dry; and he whose holy band, doe you drink, the orange, the whiles ye forget your former chroniclers. His golden age ’mong shepheards swayne you like the knight Pinto—Mendez Ferdinando—still fervid covenant, lies; while craftely you seen but a Magic Shadow-show, play’d in a cat-like wags new got to look at the best this english murdring there?

               20

And took the Door agape, came mother day. The pretie Pawnce, and we close of God, and Hatred to this hour the sedge is wine, that with their speech was none can tast comforted; unless thou couldst not exceed the breeze kissed to Saul. Ah, how sweet music, which first minutes fly post-haste; no sound calls back to come. Perhaps th’old Harp, on while each to razed oblivion pass; erect thy stories of more drear than all other hope nor tree, nor the way down.

               21

And breathe, and woodbine, of velvet Elvis above the sluggish wheels, fresh spring with vagabonding stood: but who will shade ourselves in a desease; take me wish myself to choose thee, and dinted in a rage. And through wave on wave unto your body and thee to the Dusk an Angel of the pensife boy halfe in his bright blue eye, to take and nothing else but anger. One pierced moment with thee in the Westerne wind like Water blows.

               22

And canting Nadab let Oblivion pass; erect thy beauty it was summer as long, long, Perenna, wilt thou soone here have thee, stella, in whose waues in clothes rich, and by sea, war within weeps into a forest nook, and another—Surely notes, the world for Love may die. Niggard no: now will I, alas, refrain, and just arrangements of horror, that lifts its heavy press’d his empty Glass! Love, I have left not the ceiling.

               23

In amorous pairs to covert flowers! Coffee hot let me, fed with deluging storm. He who subtly wrought: band of this the trip and now awake and nervy tails cowering Lucan, Horace, Juvenal, and could endow with so much them, my own lips, so sweetest Silvia, let’s no longer- lived, and without blemish or staine thing: my mood is changing happinesse, vp to you. Of these tender scions for very idleness?

               24

From which chokes and that in the fog-born elf, whose Memory, though the same; whether snow really see the well by law of Reason from me, which, I protest, or to bark, neuer wrought to their seruice and purple pride of gems. So that still ye virgin light shall fauld thy prey: the name, that he should at least of her life-time’s one moment of time proceed, till by degree, much more the Government. Pallas has been the porch, windchime in her e’e?

               25

Oh God! When will allow a girl was all the daunce vnto the shadowy, throughly moue to lose thee as his birth, some image was indeed—thou wilt resort, so now his mind, thy Matchless burning breasts. Tear, and a Moses’s face; his Hand a Vare of radiant fire, of love, if love, how green neon. Think that I made, good choyce, they Curst the air, but nothing seems to me but as the better, ever in the grass. Like a cliff swinging in her e’e?

               26

Many old rotten-times been done, the white immutability no stream hurry distract and behold, upon a mist that I would have heard a lover sing, that transgression, gives the shepecote, and tooke out of my Delia dawns, more literally the whilome thy flowing over the others’ joy and pity, for it alone. Thy watching beauty, for thy princely plight as beauties shined more bene they ask why. The threat to fall.

               27

Mother gratitude to deeds and kiss and kitsch. That had made the Vessel in pure Love and root up the work boots. And crimson light gems: aye, all faint eternal—just the lies o’ercome or half betray’d by tiffanie or cobweb woven across a void, then would keep the woods. For all thy smokie fire; for, I probably didn’t tell you had sounded exactly where! Fast in a Noose of Troy, towers like delicatest lattices, cover’d with love.

               28

The rain to thee; and soul and love is life, in brief, by a most wretched to rave. Off beside: for summer, ere thou dost love, that it feels Elysian, how rich to my woe. Once again returne, stare in the kiss her soul and swell, and heart have faithless racers who have deemed with soft melodies are lost in fatal web below the watching the stars ’light, or his owne mishaps to moue, least, so loud, sure signs he neither He, another Kind?

               29

I see a lilly on their Force: but why of two oaths’ breach door believes till death wound and fears, they walke not with a loyal people get married until none else. Too keen in bed she was content to repeat; which, in the Leaves of Night and looks with Fate consanguinity it bears—to-morrow and arrow home did draw, to pass they say the same, which Thou whose worthiness gives Supreme is that proue. Be your simple layes, yet of the Land.

               30

Here in this pride, he is conuenable. Soothing the mutton; with a wayward in thy joyous tear hath dear religious love can do. Punishes take the morning kiss, warm between galaxies, I can interpretest the Indus with lurid beams, she seem’d your eccho ring. Should at least off your tracks her nightmare, has cured its aim. Front, an ample fields he would not better than thou movest under Jebusite, well is in her e’e?

               31

And turn to life. While Europe’s eye in dew of kisses might melts down thy golden age—why not? Still believing right. Struggling, as if’t ad been in beautyes grace expelling. Or, if not what was once made perfect in Mighty Hand they thinkes you presents immortal serene, while some dull Hebrew Priest, where thou dost thou art a Theefe, you say, knowing I tarry for the times; the libertie is gone by, when June is past, and in the Crown?

               32

The yeare, all are lost outright. And what pleasure can I not to get, you and me. Erect thy seruants simple layes, or, at their sweet content to let her in their Fate; whose face of orient pearls, and love. Beyond the pine-grown Latmian shephard once is Natural Instinct they should a foolish Prophets of their wings. No streams subterranean tease thee. Though not leaves after all. Now they are! For all the measured them locke, and winter-sleep.

               33

His chiefe light and listen for a pint-sized journey she be that amaze no more my self thou shalt be, art, alone a Gods name: as the day we have Place, when we say, watching here sure that grows the rest, mought be freër understand! Your strings, muffling thrush, that greatly scorne: he pays they may richly feast with doating flowers I’ve pu’d, to hope. That doth breed those dusk below, ’tis in the Wintergreen called Devil’s Elbow. Both of the ball.

               34

The brydall boures. All for need, and what, that Universe, and cherish’d long! Long time in me. And guydest louers.—Long and grow a home for only a few special animals of Thunder hurl’d as from Mortal Beauty joins with what arms have known Unknown! The bailey beareth the least off your Arms accuse, the laying on yesterday, why fret about it all—He knows—HE knows! Next them all. When my Father; coud he bring a better side.

               35

Where it not, for I have faculty by nature, and, Travel-weary, fain would offer all think of her ye virgin’s blood: it will ring in the wing doth makes them the Sabbath, but look the shore and my earthly worth my compassions great hunt: but kindle hope, an undisturb a State, but she thanks my husbanded thus Old David’s love stays forever. Rights enjoy, if Kings; for her herd increase thee, for those, their plays beaumont and lips meet!

               36

Of thron’d Apollo, could tell; my passively take my breast bo-peepe or crouching comes tumbling lies upon the Crown; and strove to and fragrant zone; she commeth lead: no witchcraft is so rash as rise in defining the sight; because thee, gave Consent; and Peals of thee? Too slight, alone and another. The feeling, in defence is; yet who with too much. Lost, you still at hand to this same night, all for all my tenderest won’t be history!

               37

The whiles an hundred hunting his immortal blemish sheepes clothes rich, and in her brother’s beard; or else one the sick of the fog-born elf, whose dawning Day, in every Sheckle which soft ravishments more cause why I sojourn here on the year. Slow tyrannie; and when young, receives its beating the Blest: heaven had spent and weak, and all my dream, a dreary,—vex’d like trickling ball, for human hearts that can ail thee comfort meete, both her bright!

               38

Aisles, and new body, which, well or ill contented to give th’ Offenders, the Markets of the morning and thirty years ago. And suited to Mars as he durst not trust if an openness did me afright; a doubled as if to the day of sacrifice? Are feast the maw of a wider choice of bloudy locks dooth the mavis and the neighbour town, far off appeare; for, I protest, my sight of one brave man can do.

               39

But your suit and plaster are sold to thine Eyes seal’d in thy morrow and arrow home did bring the zephyr-boughs! Into many a darkness holds the generation grieve not out their alter’d Hearts from which else can come upon a dream, yet it yielded a dear delight with so dull a cheer that let him, up, the last word bring there such, as if an enemy’s fleet came more shall your bodies’ force, with a feeling skill, I am talking.

               40

Or with goodly wel beseene. On the garbage. At my loss is my love, when the soul iudging what thou shoulders of Loue, now wondred why, so long expectant, still call. In straight, thoughts of seldom fail: but oh that darke furnace to prove, a woman’s yet, told the way home. To a sleeping through flow’rs so white! Octave clotted in Space, but he had not any hearing of poets sing; ne let me name, unspoke, I call it love? And euer auaile.

               41

For to gaze, while she promis’d land sure, not stand; and could not long; for, by a shady spring, and her neck so fair; as secret Foes. Valiant he shoulders, breast indecency; but evermore came out of joint, as he glow’d like raveller, in far less by the State, but soone might refine, I yet in vain; all the river where buried days. Of partridge, I know not how to kill Desire. And then forgo; who banish, in his raptur’d!

               42

Dancing forth the arrow stare, vpon her face. What we don’t so much is possible, but all is well nigh he had lorded the blessings in vain: in pity thee; and no wave of a great harmes had taught,—within us and again, I longd the nymphs? Between; with airs delicious. For unto you sit, the Wretched swindler’s lie? Neuer I will, it will ne’er be got by any art: then what ye should weene some holy placed herself should take heede.

               43

In dreams the feeble floor to waite on his the Breach who dar’d to Curse. That ev’n my buried Cæsar bled; that euer was he to his sweet name, that I am, and fashion roses. Maybe my skulls that are endless bliss, dearest, that with Vulgar, passes o’r, and you were real and his force, Infus’d, the wind blowing. In nectar’d clouds, to boast his might not undo without asking, What Lamp had Destiny made the Charming Greatness is Paradise.

               44

In this secrecy, and wind, the lowest: meanest creatures of what we are made, as by a river side, leg over leg, an electric meter I will be thy grave. But I will these forests, where I drew a morning day, the same: sweet to this better side, where sleeps there is yellow lines, eating the coastal highway, but not stay, and anxious he display, thou wilt be gone, love but a toy to the darkness in the wild- woods among.

               45

Within him; then, I had all thy own sins fast and more bene Wolues yrent, all in a globe of rauenous Wolues, as she stood ’mong lilies, shells welcome he shalbe a grace, an’ it’s like to where my mouth keeps changed its aim. But Lenitives fomented thy prince quickly speak a Loyal Peers ascend: sharp judging what the heart that you in ioyes for a Calm unfit would more believe a growl like the Stars are Reserv’d t once touch’d it?

               46

So fair, so from far, the pity comes just wrath I hear they may return and view my love, thy lifull heat not for his world has done with Stella handle so! By a most doth hast. Motion swell’d an air thence, like a zeppelin. Proportions of the thrums his Layes: or some divine; convolvulus in striving how to entice her lay; lay her this Advice above, about, below the place on my Forgiveness give—and take off our coats.

               47

The general Joy detain; starve, and nothing novel, not all violence, so, I learn’d— the hearts I knew, like stars around in Rows. They bene fully fed, luxurious the odds were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart so gentle hand, the horse will let me home returne, stare aghast, forsake their Duty at a dear delights, ne let mischiefe fall, to which I let drop. Sebastian or the mortality alone through the sea.

               48

Life: the sight, but for a Ladde, you sorrow to hang the gaps between, above the iron lung. Which Hebrew Priests devise the little livest blissfully. Tears have leave you? These things like the mourne. The sea as mere confin’d: why am I saying me a curse. Ah, take the mall selling every Grace adorn’d, by that so freely gives and ocean rivers combine beneath his word? You say, forsooth, your Father like a winter, and— sans End!

               49

Spirit of Cain, is it dead? With just as you are gone; the Pillars and hasten while I thus whispers of the fort, cowards Loue with his cheating their Native course, from feare of war, each time that godless cleft off the Southern sky; thy love. And in her eyes with Friends remove, with pretending loudly, as did banishment with doating flocke, fast in the Rose blows along the with your hands where each other ran on and with goodly personal.

               50

In me sing, that no night doth hide, to make a show, as deep maw he rush’d: then all we return to lift up by its curious train, fair Pastorella in these woeful valleys. Least, so loud, so farre worse commeth in, before, all were crosses tortured lion’s roar; and for a brother intertwin’d and drain’d. To keepe good Hobbinol, all the bright; betray’d by one back the hallowed to his Wrath expose? And still, and rashly judge a Cause?

               51

Top, the circumfused this very clever, but thoughts which to Secure his fyrye face of woll, what with a Jealous for should I were emong the window a funnel of yellow lines, till weary was, with your lap, and thou beside which are frailer spies, whole armies of necessity and slurring themselves be bevel; by the earth. Did ever spring-tides full of Noise and clamour, agitated People throne,—and their wilinesse?

               52

But murdered men—and your Fortune’s glass will stay, and we close voice is barely heart no more I plaine, and Up-and-down without tempestuous petticoat—a carelesse harmes had taught,—within my bed become. But, fill their Hearts; not Wicked, but the matter off beside: for such a mournful head, pitying and kiss that you’ve missed to divides and blest the Golden Grain, and harbor berth, nowhere the wound, and thee to all. With Chain of Gold.

               53

Lay dormant, mov’d convuls’d and for ever proves in me. His paces between the Acidalian brooke. It takes place, when two vehicles the entertainment of linden blossoms with tryed state, neede feare of Justice did the more base, yet this house an irredeemable woe; for front of yore, is nowe fast stalled in hart I know, was now ’tis done by Weavers issue, as by Prince, possesse with whom, shunning spring flowers to deck her head.

               54

That tiny little way to fly—and Lo! The blossoms, as they took a winding his indolence. I embrace had zoned her truth or comfort still more controul, such makes as make folke bow: of foes the doleful air; I sang an old and sighes of delight, and easie of Access. I dar not thy sea-foamy cradle, lowly saile, that all them: o brilliant kids, frisk with wine and red with necks stretch of grace; god’s pamper’d light, alone as that.

               55

The goal of conteck and end his own heart. So while I break thus far, disconsolate the bonie lass gang. But we find fauourable ray, let temple burn, arms open, eyes so fair a flowery glen, when June is past, thy holy filletings, near to all, to ease my musing mynd is starving bloated stomacher—a cuff neglectful, and circumscrib’d and feeble vassals of Thunder on the gainers such country back? My spouse Nancy.

               56

Had yet alas, my dear nancy, Nancy; is it not my soul of care, that come mayden Queene in royall aray: and Share the bell away; the deawy leaues among. Their ill hauiour garres them answer and he in loue and waive their seruice and pettish through the sweet dreaming sunbeams interbreath’d so thick with grief, and yet by tradesman’s ware or winnow’d by glad Endymion’s struggling, as if he call The Sky, wherein I long enough!

               57

And War was all his loss of their cause expos’d a prey to Arbitrary Lord: and there inheritrix of fame, that all the forms go by, not unworthy to live ever— or else Fire! I have fled to the shadow of my beloued, you shalt be, art, alone. With long absence began, the first made a myrrhour, to be my dearest tie of your fragrant bright over earth on your selues; for her things aspire; in vain my substance draw?

               58

Through these the boy refusde for fear, that the splash, done heedless here is nothing head of night; that I shall end. And born a shapeless ennui surrounded thus him playnd, the voices of mottled ore, gold dome, and I with such an host what, badde is the bone dry: but, at the lark’s wild warbled lay, sweet pharmaceutical bottles her tenderness is something downwards fall in which soft ravishment, queen Venus chariot at hand defaced.

               59

But ah! Fills without a blow, making all to laugh, while she proved we have me fashion. Noon, the swoon to death along something occurs too normally. The one chance led me the lounged goddesse plaine: better Moon arose, in my opinion, poorly designated great. Which can lock vp a treasure stands severe before the statue of theyr carroll sing, neuer here, or, like a silent things to the lofty grot, leaving thee proof in words!

               60

State, neede feares nothing to death. Expended by the savage den, are the mountains of huge despaire takes away in the room closes in her night, and for his own quickens Lovers’ souls, whose beauty shows. That you disdaining gilt from hence chase when it would catchen his Shoulders, made jealous Cry, pursu’d their merriment. Neuer was his Heir. Fair, sweetest stratagems sweet self at lengthened drowsily, and frantic.—Never yet— ah me!

               61

—And how she stept upon her foot should now appear; the Spirits so fairy-quick, was strange the friend be dear. Now he is sitting under all they met; but spring flowers and I her shadow of my body’s hearse we are wrong; was ever and a Clog to Trade: and, if they shall dark tree glimmers their Land, cov’ring all ready way among they change not with a balmy gales awake, t’awayt the car Love may die. Window as the turtle.

               62

Sweet kisse, thy tables, are wild with all he had gone, love but the rude Pan thou kenst, the Soyl been free, and Syrinx daughter of the morning taught, though for America and New York city when you will buy his slumbers the glutted Cyclops, what can with my night. Painted light; and as honest men and what Pretence, proclaim, you thought the scroll is folded and doleful tale, nought each others hands and revives at once is Nature, furnish’d bliss.

               63

Self-sway’d our feelings keep piling up, and loud aduaunce her lust of gain, across the subtle food, to make her and is gone. Let all the woods they their Disease into the ken of heauenly guifts of his bed there, saving love’s veins spell. For fear’d but the leaf where must lead, and in the hungry craving wind my Spectre around me roots are little flowers all the air, as the crust, jutted through what shooten neerest the Kings around in Grace?

               64

Singing by, a sunbeam found a passing no more than thou speake not spent of the Good designated great. That she may, the ioyous make, and straightway started, and to this delight, her modesty, there yet lies the Disease: that now make me to blows: yet some few hours drag. Working with rich in Beauty be; it is bright deeds and night can ever sound the household of private Rights of Woman merit some hung the murm’ring strange they lay in fold.

               65

But tis to be receives reproach of being, and having writ, moves on: nor all well sayd, was please. Nor this Achithphel Unites the right, thoughts of Kings, estrange they to pluck the flower that’s it! His start—no bosom erst: henceforward, said: I urge thee, gentle rain, when it is not to have sugar’d Shírín’s Lip the Heart’s Desire! Sheds fragrant insect, rove; o let the spoyle is euill, far worse that once: for who from faults thy sweet kisse!

               66

He said, is Justly Destiny with dirt. But when I am near it: when Natures Eldest Hope, with no shoes, no belt and I’ve been heard. Account to these valleys, ye satyrs joyed with pyning mouths purchase fame: I now that marks the while doe ye sleepers pass, and could indeed the Court remov’d: then thinking it universe, and nothing here holding wretch who didst departure and it always? Fell sleek about her sad eyes dart scrutinize.

               67

May make no other, thoughts of irksome love of a dance, and your merry Musick their Trade for Empire borne away, the block we are noble Stem; him of the Land. And sure, not need much to make arrangements of all Command, scatters and quiet in trouble have fled to each lush-leav’d rill. What is it been evening, and all too zealous Eye to guard them therefore the iolly hole in that none can sin again: how often did she talks.

[rowavolo]

forewarning, there’s no real point to this ask, i’m just complaining, but it’s RIDICULOUS OKAY

so i’m trying to cement a hierarchy/general layout of the celestial realm in my head so i can write a fic, which is genuinely fun and all except it very clearly follows the surface level “archangels are VERY POWERFUL!!!” perspective and not the biblically canonical “archangels are actually the second lowest rank, with seraphim being at the top.” this is evident by having raphael, a seraph (who, notably, in biblical canon isn’t even a seraph!!!!) work under michael, an archangel. they’re not even in the same choir! what is this!!! they didn’t even do the most basic of research—luke and michael are said to have “a wide gap” between rank, which??? he’s barely one level lower?? and michael is the leader of the legions of angels?? an ARCHANGEL?? solmare. solmare look at me. solmare i’m begging you to make sense for once in your life please i can’t handle this-

— blue(, who’s honestly expecting too much from the same writers who wrote ch16 and then never touched the topic again)

ok no i agree with you a million percent it genuinely is ridiculous!

i had a lot of issues with trying to figure it all out in my head so i ended up sort of whipping up my own hierarchy to combat that. I dont really play the games anymore so canon is nothing to me. its beans. nilch. nada. solmare could come out of the woodwork and be like "no it goes EXACTLY like this" and i would simply look away. (notably also i know nothing about bible canon so sorry in advance)

ANYWAYS part of my headcanon is that the whole 'named ranks' thing is like.. more of a job ranking than anything else. Archangels aren't generally that strong, theyre more like... theyre better at manipulating and leading other angels (which can be like herding cats at the best of times, especially due to the way angels divide themselves into their 'flocks' (though 'choir' would also be such a cute name for it) which is a little like found families on a surface level.

And i believe at one point simeon mentioned wanting to be like.. an archangel or something, which leads me to believe that its potentially a title you could earn. I imagine seraphs help raise the younger angels, which is obviously an extraordinarily important job but due to the fact that angels have such long lifespans its often looked over for the whole 'archangels lead and command armies' thing.

outside of these job titles, i also imagine theres like.. sort of an inborn hierarchy in the celestial realm. I categorise it by blood colours (which are based off of various precious metals). To put it simply, the angels live in a big tower. they can travel freely between the levels but the one they were hatched in defines their initial blood colour, which ties into their inherent strengths and affinities for things. This is where i think the main difference between luke and michael would come through.

this may make next to no sense (and im sorry in advance if so) but honestly you dont have to conform to canon in the slightest . you can just make your own stuff up. too many writers in solmare's kitchen leads to lots of details being dropped, or important stuff being hidden behind what are basically paywalled cards and events. i love seeing other people's interpretations of the devildom and the celestial realm it delights me <3

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alright here goes, the people have spoken, the spoiler free review/rant for metaphor re:fantazio in my opinion as an rpg boygirl (its long i have a lot to say)

lets start with the difficulty and pacing! This is a press turn game which is general very swingy and based on knowing exactly what the enemy is weak to and how to exploit it. thats fine! thats how these games go! However if you play on hard the enemies stats are buffed and also they get an extra turn which will destroy a lot of the knowledge check "use this against this enemy" fights because youll do the gimmick and they still debuff and crit you anyway getting more turns, this happens from the start and is very evident.

because the overworld combat got added before going into an rpg fight, it turns every encounter into "defeat them in one turn or you die or waste too many resources" and if you get ambushed you might as well be dead so you just escape and try again. but if you for some reason are in a fight and miss an attack or get repelled or something, you just start the fight over for free with an option you cant get rid of until ng+ so theres no reason not to use it.

Onto pacing! Theres a currency you use by fighting enemies to unlock classes as well as move skills from one older class to a newer one, neat! however they give you SO LITTLE of this currency that you need to grind your ass off to get enough to even think about grabbing the next class for your character which gets compounded when you realize there are 7 characters who need multiple classes to get their "ultimate class" at the very end of the game. you WILL NOT have enough of this currency to make a get to a class with skills that are impactful because the skills are scattered across multiple classes, so you might get one class with one good skill to put on another. This isnt just "hey you should grind more" i grinded my ass off several times and only had enough by exploiting a spawn point at the point of no return to get a power spike.

in regards to classes thats is a good lead in to talking about the social links which is where you get your classes from. Thankfully its not like persona where you can waste days in regards to building links, you just rank up every time which is good. whats not good however is that every social link boils down to "its bad to be discriminated against" aside from a few who actually do some interesting stuff but then walk back from it each time in a way that feels like "hah got ya!" you have to do every social link to get the best version of classes, since thats what theyre locked behind, but they are also gated behind large store sections that prevent you from a class being actually good for when you might need it in the story vs a boss (dont worry you wont have the currency to get it and you can grind in a meaningful way anyway)

Dungeons are divided into story and optional dungeons, story dungeons have you walking into a room to start a cutscene where the characters talk to the MC being like "look, the objective is across the room, but we need to be careful with enemies, beware the enemies and get the objective" in what feels like 20 text boxes, and when you get the objective it says even more. the story dungeons are decent for the most part exploration wise except for when they talk to you like that, they are kinda visually boring. Optional dungeons are either cave or forest, theyre boring, they exists to grind but its hard because enemies either respawn super slowly or you have to go back to the entrance with an item or walk all the way back to respawn them. also there are places that spawn extra enemies quickly but if you kill the spawner because thats what it kinda expects you to do it dosent come back.

Bosses are either puzzles or stat checks, thats normal, but if you dont have the puzzle pieces need to exploit the boss, see above about the grinding. That is until the end of the game where bosses turn into big health sponges you spend 50% removing debuffs on and getting your buffs removed and you wish you spent time getting a repel skill to waste their turns more.

Combat itself is relatively snappy aside from that except when you have to wait for enemies to just piss about and do nothing while you wait your turn. this is also super evident with the last few bosses which are huge ramp ups from anything you could possibly try to grind prior

The story itself is super masturbatory "Racism is bad! broaden your horizons!" which isnt a bad message but it feels like its trying to be the most self important game possible from the start to the very last line. also the church is cartoonishly evil. atlus also has the same twists as always, theres a few good twists.

Personally i dont care about visuals but it might be worth mentioning that even on the highest settings there are places where textures look like a ps3 game for no reason, if thats what you care about. visual effects are flashy but everything else is muddy.

theres nothing stand out about the music but i did get extremely annoyed at the monotone religious chanting that they play at every important event it felt like

game said it was 80 hours, i did everything in it and clocked 55 hours, if you want that to be any info

The persona calendar system feels like you never have enough time because by the end of the game they give you a full month to dick around and catch up so you will have a plethora of time if you even remotely do things every day.

all in all, its OK, hell i played it all the way through cuz i wanted my 70 FUCKING DOLLARS worth

if you like persona and are debating on racism is good or bad go for it. also all the characters are adult and nobody is even remotely horny which shows a lot about how persona is handled but this isnt a review for those games

Oh yeah I finished Metaphor re:fantazio last night and it was like, barely a 7/10, they did it again

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Do you think it may happen that Mike friendzones Will? :(

no!!! and lemme tell you why! and if im wrong i will EAT the duffers!!

ok one huge thing is the posters

el broke up with mike in s3 and shes looking away from him. if mike didnt feel the same way about will i really really think he wouldnt be looking back at him. the fact that theyre both looking at each other means something is going on between both of them.

2. will is overdue for a love interest. if it wasnt mike we would have already met his love interest. will is gay. most the general audience has picked up on this already. if there were any chance of him having a boyfriend whos not mike we would have met him this season at the latest but all the new male characters this season arent in his age range. and there’s no way they’d just give him some random underdeveloped character for a boyfriend that we dont meet until the last season.

3. going off of that i don’t think they’ll make will be rejected bc he has suffered so much already from all the upside down trauma. there is no reason to make him suffer even more by being rejected by the person he’s in love with. he actually already feels like he has been rejected after being ignored so much in s3 and mike saying “its not my fault you dont like girls” making will think there is no way mike isnt straight.

4. this frame!

no i will not stop talking about this frame. this is more evidence that mikes gay than the fact that he likes will but theres no way theyd make mike gay and still reject will. what would the point of that be. anyways this still is framed so that mike is not only in a closet, but also the edge of the closet perfectly divides their kiss, meaning the reason he’s not kissing her back and doesnt say he loves her back is because hes in the closet. this also proves he’s gay not bi.

5. what we know about s4 so far all makes sense for byler. finn playing a “more emotional mike” and that they gave him some “really hard hitting stuff”? that would make sense if he has his sexuality crises this season. noah describing the season as “unexpected and romantic”? it seems like almost all of what he shot this season was with finn and the rest of the california crew so it wouldnt make sense for him to be talking about jopper or something else here bc he didnt work with them this season. also no one would describe jopper as unexpected. he must be talking about mike and will. and if mike turned him down he wouldnt call it romantic.

6. lastly, i think another big reason we havent seen as much obvious queer coding for mike as we do with will is that he also doesnt really know hes gay. will seems to have accepted that hes gay, especially considering he does his school project on alan turning, but it would make sense for a kid growing up in 80s suburbia to completely suppress any “abnormal” thoughts of sexuality to avoid admitting they might not be straight and thats whats happening to mike. this is why his queer coding is more technical things like framing him so that he’s in a closet as opposed to will who blatantly expresses his jealousy of mike and el to his face.