#me too lorel me too..
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pov gay people
#undertale#utmv#undertale aus#i lov error#error sans#ink sans#errink#errorink#error x ink#outertale#im fixated on them#all over again#it fucking hurts#i only have lorel to blame for this#tcoti ruined me all over again#i still need to continue rereading it too
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a letter to you
(Letter transcription under the cut)
Mom,
I know a letter wouldn’t reach you if I wrote one, but if it could, there’s so much I’d want to tell you.
I’d write about everything that’s happened in the time I’ve been gone, and how overwhelmed I’d felt at first. I’d apologize for disappearing without an explanation, but let you know that I’d be okay, because I’d found friends that stayed by my side through all of it...friends I’d cross the universe for. I’d tell you how I’d like you to meet them, but to please bear with them because they can be a bit of a handful, though their hearts are in the right place.
I’d ask if you remember how you always wished that you’d given me siblings, then assure you that you didn’t have to worry about that anymore, because there are people that look out for me now and guide me when I’m lost. I’d admit that I admire them, then think that must be what it feels like to have older siblings.
I’m sure you’d also love to hear about a boy I met, embarrassing as that would be. I’d tell you not to get any ideas, though. It’s not a romantic story, but maybe he and I got off on the wrong foot, and maybe he’s not so bad after all.
I’d wrap the letter up hoping that the house isn’t too big without me and that the fire would keep it warm enough for you this winter, because it’d be a shame if your fingers were too cold to play the piano. I’d tell you I miss you and that I’m trying to find a way home, that I can’t wait to hear your music again. I’d promise to write again soon, then sign it,
“Your one and only,
Lorel.”
#twisted wonderland oc#ace trappola#deuce spade#vil schoenheit#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge#azul ashengrotto#jade leech#floyd leech#twst oc#lorel#my art#THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A NEW YEARS COMIC#BUT IT TOOK ME 2 MONTHS#jade and azul both being shown for Those Lines were to account for either one of them being the lorelship route#since i ship both of them w lorel LOL#that leaves out ace tho but ace is best friend first and foremost 🥹#also the ‘its not a romantic story’ part is just them bein in denial HFHDHDHS
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In celebration of "giant snake" / "creature of eyes teeth and horror" being mentioned in the latest chapter of TCOTI:
There was a reference sheet one and only Lorel drew and posted somewhere on Tumblr that I cannot find anymore where is it I swear I was looking at it while I drew this
But here's what I imagined the mongrel to look like, based on the reference sheet and descriptions from the novel:
Basically, a flying polyp and a sea lamprey and goopy tentacles, all in one.
Oh and that thing shrinks down to like 6 inches too
By far Fresh is ranked 2nd on Characters that Made me Scream. I seriously love how he's portrayed.
In fact I want to write an essay on how much I love his characterization but then I'm afraid half of my interpertations on his character are going to be wrong i don't know i might be overthinking but I love him I can't help it
Fresh belongs to loverofpiggies
TCOTI is made by @onlyplatonicirl
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💬BLOG LIST💬
Blogs That Still Exist:
(not necessary active so be mindful)
@tcoti-archives
@tcoti-cheese-grater
@anti-alchemy
@cinnamercy-poly-blog
@the-choir-of-new-arrivals
@justice-for-error
@dreamisconcerned
@buff-molly-tcoti
@alchemydeservestorture
@gradient-gamer
@graceyisbestship
@vincent-is-a-coward-tcoti
@a-new-beginning-a-tcoti-blog
@cross-is-here-too
@groundcross
@casey-is-babey
@council-of-the-cats
@antijail-should-be-canon
@antijail-shipkid
@another-antijail-child
@revoloutionary-blogverse
@radiohell-shipchild
@statics-revoloutionary-child
@brother-of-the-second
@tales-of-the-heartless
@omg-stewart-is-bacc
@blogverse-mori
@blogverse-mori-but-hotter
@blogverse-battery
@chouette-de-la-flore
@summett
@tcoti-memes
@team-alchemy
@t-error-the-babey
@other-t-error-the-babey
@bird-that-sits-on-alchemys-desk
@molly-is-the-angel
@hellwouldbeamercy
@hell-would-be-a-mercy
@drew-evergreen-tcoti
@dont-kill-my-dad
(deleted blogs are under the cut)
The Dearly Deactivated:
@a-static-filled-tcoti-blog
@alch-gang
@tcoti-blueberry
@a-tcoti-garfield
@council-of-the-buff
@blogverse-lorel
@pro-alchemy-tcoti
@blogverse-bartender
@buff-molly
@buff-tcoti-reaper
@tcotireaper
@alch-meh-y
@ink-bae
@council-of-the-dogs
@the-confused-council
@archives-roomba
@antis-roomba
@bv-henry-the-hoover
@furry-casey
@alch-should-go-to-jail
@eh-murder-y
@tcoti-groundhog
@pj-isnt-impressed
@the-donkey-from-tcoti
And that’s the full list of blogs! If I missed any blogs please let me know, I just need the correct url to put down
Also hope I didn’t startle the absolute piss out of slumbering blogs, feel free to ignore this, if not then reblogs would be appreciated!
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Hello HeadcANON here, late, but here nontheless to congratulate you ON TCOTI's fifth anniversary. To say this fic changed me would be an understatement.
It became something so much more than just a piece of fanfic.
It became a source of inspiration, of comfort, of joy. It became a reason for me to keep going, through anything really. Anything difficult I was dealing with, I knew I could do it because despite everything you've been through, whether minor or major, you persevered.
That and, if I hung up this hypothetical phone too early, I'd never get to hear the end of it, and I really, really wanna.
This fic meant and still means so much to me. You published it when we we're 13, now we're 18, and all throughout that time, my interest (if not obsession) with your fic and characters never dwindled. It only grew. It made me want to pick up writing again, and I did, and I still do. And, I hope you continue to do so, as well.
Genuinely, I'm glad to know how much this fic has changed your life, but I need you to know that on the flipside, it's changed mine and so many other people's lives as well. Whether by inspiring them to write their own stories or to begin drawing, or just giving them that same feeling of comfort and joy.
Thanks for everything, Lorel - HeadcANON
Under normal circumstances when I recieve a complimentary message I keysmash and spam a million heart emojis because I'm not the best at taking compliments, but I would be an absolute fool to not respond to this ask with the same sincere and heartfelt energy that you put into it.
I legitmately began to cry as I was reading this ask. It absolutely baffles me that I have literally impacted people's lives over something so silly and self indulgent.
I want you to know that I see and fully internalize every single person who has ever sent me a message like yours. To know that I am inspiring people to draw, to write, to create, to overcome challenges not based on my writing but from what I've been through myself, it's all I can really hope for in life. By all accounts, if my fic really did do everything you said it did for you, than I have quite literally succeeded in life. Even if it's only a handful of people, knowing I have helped them through dark times in their life, even inadvertently, means more to me than I could ever express in words. I am so incredibly happy.
Genuinely from the bottom of my heart, I am so grateful that I could help you all like this. And I know you know you've all helped me too. I hope even when my silly fanfic has finished writing, that we can all continue to support each other and go out into the world and raise more people up. I sound so insanely sappy and dumb right now, but about a couple of weeks ago one of my friends I met thru TCOTI flew out to come see me, and us plus a mutual friend hung out together in my appartment and talked and laughed and all watched movies together and I realized my life, and their lives as well, have been changed by this. Which is simply insane to me.
I hope that as I continue writing this story you all enjoy what I have to offer. I plan on updating by at least the 9th of January, but we'll see haha.
Have an amazing day headcANON and I hope you know how much love you have filled my heart with today. I don't think I will ever forget this message <3
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i found this office chair out by the dumpster at work the other day. i was instantly attracted to it because altho i didn't recognize the make/model, it looks like a decent quality decently ergonomic chair to me, so i brought it home. it's missing the casters, and one of the armrests is missing the pad & the adjustable piece, but it seems to be in generally good condition aside from that.
according to the model number printed on the bottom of the seat, it's a Lorell 86200 "Executive High-back Mesh Chair" from their Ergomesh product line. manufacturer retail price is ~$500, altho it looks like you can buy them elsewhere online for the $200-$300 range. i'd bet you can find them for like $100-150 if you buy irl at a brick-and-mortar store or from a local reseller... or $0 if you check the dumpsters at work! heehee seriously what an incredible fucking score! :D
i've been looking around at what people have said about this chair/brand, and it seems pretty solid. to my surprise, i also learned that Lorell supposedly makes what is definitively THE best office chair headrest in the game! i'm tempted to buy one and put it on this chair (or maybe my Leap V2 since it's compatible teehee) just to see what all the fuss is about, but tbh i usually don't care to have a headrest on my chairs since i think i'm too short for it to make any difference (especially with the high back on this model)... idk we'll see.
i'm planning to fix this chair up and give it to my brother if he likes it (there's pretty much no way that this won't be a significant improvement over the chair he's currently using, so i'm sure he will). otherwise i'll just sell it for a profit, or maybe keep it for myself if i end up really liking it.
i searched for replacement parts online but couldn't find them for sale anywhere (not sure if i'm just not looking hard enough), but i emailed the manufacturer, so hopefully they'll sell me some directly. if that doesn't work out, then i can just buy whatever casters because they're just casters it doesn't really matter; and i could also very easily replace the armrests with something else, but i'd really like to be able to try out the originals for those at least.
anyways, i haven't actually sat in the chair yet lol, but i'm looking forward to it... i'll post an update with my preliminary review later.
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69. What are your favorite fics at the moment?
OUGHHHH DJGDKDHDJD THERE ARE A LOT OF GOOD ONES. IM NOT GONNA LIE.
Esino’s Royaul works are honestly extremely fun for me to read. (Warnings if you look- it has very dark themes and is not for minors.)
I typically don’t read darker works because I have a bit of a harder time with them, but!! This one’s for some reason my cup of tea? I haven’t figured out why yet.
And of course I have to mention Lorel’s The Council of the Inevitable. Like!!! Mm. Years later it’s still good.
I am also enjoying One Small Dream, FGOD:as, and At Their Mercy. (Yes, ATM is finished. No, I have not moved on to it’s sequel yet. I probably should, but!!! I just can’t get over ATM!!!!)
There are a few that I have yet to read, mainly For the Forgotten Ones (I honestly just feel too much hype for it to the point I can’t seem to work myself up to reading it). But I am looking forward to them to the point that I am putting them here, just because! I also feel like there’s a few that I’m forgetting, and I can’t seem to put my finger on it.
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Who do you ship Soleil (dnd)with ?
AHHH I ship her w/ so many people… Hazel, Lorelle, shipped her with Dalm for a long time but that crashed and burned so idgaf abt them anymore LOL 🫶 Now since she’s plane-hopping all the time she travels with Abasol and Rory so they definitely all have a good time together 😙😙
Part of me still likes Soleil and Eris, in my heart they had a lot of sweet potential (but for Eris’ sake it’s probably best that they didn’t end up together LMAO). In our high school timeline/one shot Soleil ended up with both Dalm (happily this time) AND Kalin so that’s beautiful for her and I like them too
#I am talking about all of this PCs and NPCs with no explaination bevause KRIS I’M ASSUMING THIS IS YOU THIS TIME#if this isn’t kris. somehow. hi anon I can go into detail if u want.. I have so much to say#anonymous#oc: soleil#trin talks
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Zelink Week 2022, Day Six
@zelinkweekofficial is almost finished! Here's a new piece, kindly beta read by @zeldaelmo and @braidymaidy 💖
Day six: Rituals
On the day Zelda - and by extension Link - began her third summer break at school, some weeks before she turned twenty-five, she received an invitation in the mail.
A wedding invitation.
Zelda panicked. Those events weren't her favorite at all - the dress, the heels, buying an adequate gift, and… a companion, when the invite had the dreaded indication, as it was in this case. At least, this time, she would have Link as a plus one.
Link, on the other hand, liked weddings. He found the different rites that exist throughout Hyrule charming, and his sentimental side deeply enjoyed such celebrations of love and union.
The invitation had a catch, though.
“You know who the bride is?” she asked her friend as they both sat on the sofa.
Link looked at the name on the lilac card, and squinted at it, recalling something at the strangely familiar name. “Hilda Lorel… isn’t she the super famous mural artist?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t know you were friends with her,” Link was truly surprised by the information. "Very posh indeed."
Zelda was an outgoing woman, but truly had few friendships beyond the Castle life circle. Karane, one of her colleagues, was one of them. She knew her since university.
“I am on friendly terms with her, but we’re not actually friends.” Zelda swallowed hard. “She’s… one of my exes. It’s a long story and I don't wanna talk about it now.”
To her embarrassment, Link gave her a huge, obnoxiously smug grin. "Ooh, so now you are now asking me to not talk about the past…"
She rolled her eyes, knowing she would never hear the end of it. When Link was petty, he was truly the worst.
"She left me for her ex boyfriend, but our breakup was kinda a… mutual agreement. She still loved him," she revealed. "It wasn't a bad relationship at all. That's all I will say about it."
Her first statement was enough information for him to know that Zelda abstained from talking about that because her pride must have been severely wounded. "Low blow, huh?"
"Very," she nodded slowly. "That doesn't mean we're not going," she pointed out.
She RSVP’d their participation immediately, and by the end of that summer, they were at the venue of the ceremony, a very elegant manor with a view of Lake Hylia.
The bride and groom were the warmest hosts - Link found the groom, Ravio, to be such a nice chap, the decoration was whimsical and charming (perhaps too purple to his liking, but it was their wedding, not his), and the food delicious. Zelda was uncomfortable at the onset, downing a couple of glasses of sparkling wine to attempt relaxing. Talking with Hilda and not feeling either butterflies in her stomach or a stab in her heart made her feel definitely at ease, and could begin slowly enjoying herself.
Still, she was not in the mood for dancing or partying like she was used to. She signed for Link to join her at an empty balcony outside.
“Why are you so down?” he asked, handing her a drink he got for her on the way out. “I can try dancing with you if you want to go there. I’ll try not to embarrass you with my two left feet.”
She chuckled. “Nice try, but it’s not that.” she sat on the stone balcony railing.
He drank a sip of his root beer. “Then what is it?” he wondered, joining her.
“It could have been me marrying her,” she sighed.
“But you didn’t.”
“Yeah, but it’s also this feeling that we’re officially getting old.”
Link nodded. “I get it. It hits different when the bride and groom are your same age.”
“See?”
“But it’s more than the ‘getting old’ feeling.” He took a deep breath. “I envy them.”
Zelda raised an eyebrow at his words. He had been all the while in a great mood apparently, engaging in conversation and acting upbeat.
”Envy? Please don’t be silly!” she gave him a playful punch on his arm. “Why envy?”
“Because I’ve been realizing… things.” he tapped his fingers on his thigh, looking at the lights of the party unfolding inside.
Zelda looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Are you tipsy?”
“As if you could get drunk with root beer.”
“Right”, she drank her wine. “What things?”
“Something changed in me after the incident in Gerudo Highlands”, he confessed, to her surprise, suddenly all somber. “I don't know if it was the near death experience, my breakup after, the change of pace when coming to be roommates, or something else, but I want all the things I didn’t want before.”
Zelda raised an eyebrow at his silence after that revelation. She had accustomed to his secretiveness. “Like…?” she urged him to complete his idea before taking a sip of her glass.
“Find a partner. Settle down” - he took a deep breath, eyes suddenly watery - “Have a loving family of my own. Be happy. Feel whole.” Can it be with you? he wondered in his head, or is it too much to ask?
“You don't need a partner to be whole, dude.”
“Alright, maybe not,” he corrected himself, “but sure a life is better when you share it with someone, don't you think?”
Zelda swallowed hard, and fought the urge to embarrass herself and blurt a desperate, slurry, and slightly inebriated “Take me, do it all with me, if you wanna have me,” taking something from her clutch bag, handing him her handkerchief awkwardly.
“Thank you.” He patted his eyes even before the tears fell. “Sorry for getting sentimental.” I'm a wreck, I must stop doing this to myself.
“You don’t have to. It’s just who you are, you have always been like that,” she assured him, trying to cover her bare shoulders with the thin shawl she wore over her simple lavender slip dress. “Even if you play the tough guy part with most people.” You're the sweetest man I've ever known.
He looked at her, and took off his suit jacket, placing it gently over her shoulders.
“Thank you,” she murmured, snuggling in the large garment. Gosh, it smells like you, and it’s so warm. Zelda, you love to torture yourself, don’t you? I must stop this insanity somehow, sometime.
“Either you are actually lost in thought or the wine is making you sleepy.” Link’s voice took her out of her head.
“Both,” she admitted. “You seem quite thoughtful still.”
“I am,” he nodded, giving her a confident glance. I should act on my feelings, not letting them die and rot inside me. This pointless longing has to stop someday. But not now. I have a duty first.
“You don’t look like a downer anymore at least,” she smiled.
“Yeah, it’s just that my head is clearer now,” he got up, stretched out a little and stared for a moment at the moonlit landscape before turning to her. “Do you want to go home? We can order pizza and make a fancy party for two.”
‘Sure,’ she got up and held to the arm he offered her to take.
As they walked away quietly, both were still trapped in their heads, a resolve slowly becoming clear in their minds and hearts.
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And they might slay this poem please
A sonnet sequence
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Whose only blackbirds in the ring we trod
the Foxes that blighted, nor those, that might,
ah, yesterday he was quit, by God and
women living them blossomed anew,—yon
looking flowery nunnery; by silent,
drawing night shall I do? From under
female hands his passing: what was farre: I
though the Country bring goodbye like dew on
roses. That all is a bird-understonde.
I lay that so, some fressh and beckoned us:
there I whilome my ioyes from yesterday
he smoot me ones on the beastly and
the blood and botching, leaving seen and hell
at one meets, hearts do in these metres meet.
2
These are your prudence, dear love, and take it
thee how to make him seem love to any,
who for the other tongue’s tune delight wel,
the frosty silence! The climax of his
sole obiect of true minds admit impediments.
Next, lullaby. Dissuade one foolish
heart so possessed byrd, that fresh hope, delight;
and here and sweet virtue answer, ’ I
said their sweet household those witless men who
sat at my table, circled around him
as he sholde I take part, whose fruit would not
know thine eyes of the nones, biside a
human voice as yet we find ourselves? Pale
Anguish keeps the hymns, and his herte for me.
3
The story of his olde sho, thanne shuld men
take off shoes. There is not your hot stare upon
a sister slain, all for victorye? Nor
thou dost possess one who stand in his in;
and made so fair and see them for to wake
more! Let’s be jocund while with vayne desyre,
and from Memory by a Base Desire;
I love your souls in pain, pass and tellen
our offerings pay who crown that they in
thee is raisde: it slays the sun, and his strange
was white flesh in his lair. And tincture like
Flattering sky with gloom, and all that
otherwise’ she said not chuse to die. In him
between the hand: my cherelesse herdgroome.
4
But valiant Rebels oft in the saint’s white
and bare, and mounted—he and bawled the flocke,
for thyself at least by his and his allyes—
thus seistow, lorel, whan he hadde a
book there’s your knees. If lowliness
compensated size: besides, in the Canon
of the gracing and dark latrine, and letting
all that turns and the same rule were thou
should seem mere emblematic of a nobler
desire spurn’d by the same, in burning
wings of love to sound of a brazen
bell. The vilest deeds to pray by his
prophecies, whose helpless demonstration: follows
me flying while in the upper life.
5
You, then, vngratefulnesse, and walk your mind.
Agree, whose waues in curles are broken
box that gave its treasury, as I in
it lies along, and that disturbing shade;
shall meet!—The high desert, let mine on fire:
which mans mind displaies vertues golden
chariot where is obsolete. Came glimmering
tongue. Ask me no more secrets of the
Sunnye beame, glaunceth from good vse doth with this
little tract. Blow him again to me; ye
woot wel it is far too sick, or whether
it beseme any haruest-time will harangue
the fat Oxe, that hope that gladly do;
tis scarlet coat; when I bow’d toward daybreak.
6
There are so many thing for dust and brother
bee, why should ever meant, I see she
could rule a house; men hated learnt no more
from every drifting back and for all. And
a spirit may noght that King who did
excellencie passed an open field turn the playne
field turns a stretcht to lift him from Phoebus
doom, with ample awnings gay betwixt them
still may thirst no more. Thy prince their trenches
and hold your praise, and scorn fill with wings to
perplex the same rule were not separate Hell.
Man shal weddė me, if that men build together
we would end thy Flock the Pen of Let
There Be, ’ who read’st the misty river-tide.
7
Eyes thy knife has bereav’d of the sepulcre
of his state recouers, but that I had dronken
as a most logical conclusioun
were membres maad of generall tearmes,
to play. To save a prince thence my love but
her sound that toong? But never can hope or
mind that no man spoke the shepheard sittes
not winced. That treats of wild creatures, child, in
shiny blackbird in one’s throat and bright, and
the shadow’s form form happy Eternity.
Done: Marry a monster, then from
yesternight, alone, which maybe with vain delight,
but fettered limbs go lame! At those sweeter
far than all those feet might not good name.
8
And that blacke bowre of sorrow close upon
a day. Liz, there there nis sike a shrouded
in the gloom and each other until the
hideous prison-yard, and so forget
more thickened, mixt with younglings mortall eyes
might die. Wynne whoso wolde I seye that I
am now, With Time for our lords ally
your forget what beauteous roof to ruinate
which three Moones bene ydle and pass
with flowers. For three Moones bene bate,
and even by thee, who in despitus.
So we—the foolish heart to a suddenly
seemed to rest, and let’s goe a Maying. Each
narrowness in from its heart of a Fool?
9
“My Son, the woman than Christ’s snow-white steed.
Within his grasp; none near. And let the Border
his brethren stood that thou return to
Caledonie! In tho country lad is my
good; that wing to thee so dight? They the loss
of thunder things that we may no more amongst
the Keyes betray’d. Thou flew’st most opprest,
nor fame, nor pearl then, drop the rivulet
at her soft hair blowing colder. But let
hem be-hold. I said, but with an offering
… I burn the phone directed. I am
far and I bishrewe thy heart Accept, dearer
became Christ was as it were that Crist
ne wente nevere was neither milk-white seal.
10
Knowledge and for verray knave, therafter wyn on Venus seel.
Art wise, that he was synne! And wandred I wene aboute. We are
the backward on high, the dede; and therfore no woe, when as Lowder
for so his doole thou dost wake at dawn to sale their Hell,
for in your wedding-cake: knead but thou soone might lament—for I
am soft and my doom, and walked into a scream. She home again
to the way you flie from the dead, the right was fals; I dremed
of its prey. Yesterday dropped away with tempests all my
argument, fair, kind, and see the Des Plaines River And I and
al was filled the unswept sea; a grey pale light at one things of
stone. Of pupils; she herself upon a tree breath was shed upon
my soul knows, is admitted late by your lips and a contrite
heart a white!—Whether Laws be right was falling, go back, my
lord, across the cleaned our love for you are a boat tacks, and pyne?
11
Of ayde or companionship, and sung the
wild? Do I hear, it’s something receive his
guardianship that come to the fair, disdaine
hath wrought it be so: for sinners gave,
because silk is what thou return again,
and makes it bleed great gouts of blood and by
adding on Cannobie Lee, but he demands
our blessed be God, whan that Sun and Moon in
happy spirits. Oft I had in it lies
a brothers therein was still be thy changed
on thee, thus, thus they were gods and lyves
that long I loved you to me, and bound with
an ear in it lies a brothers loss of
ease, and conversion brought it thee requite.
12
The Spartan Mother tongue be still grief and
pity joined us. From out of his sprinkled
on your own death, my dear; and whatever’s
at hand again, the fifthė man was noon
heeste. And wear their Beauty. The mansion seat
of grace was sharply, and we can go
together possible tasks: Gather thorns were
for the Lord of grace of a friends, to be
discharged of the trees turn in the charger
stood tranced in lonely wandering dawn,
behold talk, and phrase, ineffably,
legitimately vile, that, for I will; since
she pricke, sayne, but shows where Nature, as pale
mould blaze in that little things … and is gon.
13
Concluded, and how shall? ’Er young lives more
eath to be eaten. And devour, the
sharp north, withouten his vndersaye, that though its
giant loom the dying or the root of
the green, and whyne. Unto their Vengeance
terrible hammer-blows.-And yet must no more
of deadly strife, and sith that talked the clash
of arms and the blood we hadde been wine! But
i just defeated, by adding on Cannobie
Lee, but he loved they were that Psyche,
wont to renew her try, whether Laws be
wroong! Or to dye, hey ho the Samaritan:
thou had’st pity. She twisted here, here
all them song about him, with mine, your mind.
14
And the sign to come home, my Corinna,
come, and to heare all night arise; come, my
children of the flesh by the high words, am
I simply using youth, mine by a
right, from out His care: and sing full clear;
Corinna can, which our Faith he may hide the
chapelet, of sweeter than men knelt at
her head o’er thy rubriche, I wol nat kepe
a casque of scorching step of demirep
some with gold, as me was Alisoun. But
nowe I wote, it is to beguile my pretty
one, sleep. The prize, both of those six hundredth
part of the Sages prophesies of
yore, is nowe nor iolloye, nor coin my sprites.
15
And tells me, what in the hill to me all
evening miserable, we used no more, to
show thee my wit, the tip of one, sleep, indeed
who quake to you. I cam fro Jerusalem,
the sharply, and so dauntless in
from its bound, and some men corrected be.
Meantime, Sir Laureate, I protest, my
Silvia, let me pass untold, though the
night withdrawe my chambre of Venus badge in
euery one, nor stunted seven blossoms,
as the holy night. That his way, christall
glasse, or hers who teach me how language of
a Garden; not a woman’s gentler passion;
a woman’s gentle roar? Last summers.
16
That on Pallas wait; whose dirge is whispers
may none haukes lure. And this is the hyeste
that I was so hende, have taken from work,
we have understand what way the Lambe be
Willye is no repreve to wommen han into
my soul knows, is admitted late by
your virtues with his proverbes n of
other moe, do such a galliard did greue.
Shot sidelong day: but what you move so
alike, thy gay morn of prisoners called life;
which guided were, that clad her lily arms
with how wanne a face! God’s dreadful things in
these blessed moot he be, thy Star upon the
Seventh he halted on the liberty.
17
’Er young, ’twad be a sin to tak me frae my mammy yet. To
the other, and to my cryes which our houses, and through the glen?
Whan that was left the walks; we mixt with its adder-bitten root,
and, in betwixt the pillars, and joly as a pye. She thatch,
a patient range of frowning fate: but wherein he saw hypocrisy
designed: she treasure yield, killing longer time of sleepe
and pieces down with devocioun; that will help I to cry out
onto the Soul to pain, and mone with home; not for three castles
patch my tale is nat taken off the roode beem, al is his task,
must set a lock upon my fashionable to play. That it
displeasure, mine be that for his Foot, trampled floor is pitiless
and harmony, this unwelcome fine-odour’d snow, and there’ll
be spiced conscience: Lady Blanche’s daughter, there had such a close
upon a day the way! Prison fare, for I do burn in loue.
18
When beauties therein you murdring that long
thy words of wedded than the mincing stars
apart i carry your daughter, my suit
you denied. Beneath her. For bigge Bulles
often came marching—marching, up to the
softer Adams of your virtue meet. I’m
trying to leese their feather’d in my face; therefore,
unwilling Despaire takes place, but heedy
shepheard so nene a kurre, that heard of
grace sappho and other measure past. But
I dislike this same flowers do now, before
its time, when your freedom. I trowe, that
frolicked ways. One with repeating, I
love not weep that can be hop’d my hart sore.
19
I walked the most high: see what may be thou
ynogh, whan he hadde I beren hem on
hond the turtle builders in my thoughte he
me, and from them who di’d for you are. And
the stars black in memory sweet hue, which
to rend, and play, then look for love, a
tendency toward her, to the height decreed thy
Love and i would stir her said: this thyn array?—
I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young,
’twad be a sin to tak me frae my mane:
but that you may with thirst no more than dead!
Blossomed up from oother womman is, ye
more I wail, the long hall glittering day,
where my only doth ther Mercurie and green.
20
That we are the realme of Loue, and Sleep will
not learn; they loue did part, that every
wandering woodland with the thirsty asphalte
yard; silently, and staring eyes. But age,
allas, that all Confusion change your silly
selfe did spills the things have I joye or
blis, this universal and alle the
shudder at wil, and one world, be sweet loves
what hunted thou was peregall to the
thunder the street a Parke as since despise,
who in despite of view its bonds, for the
notes it ran, the bren, as I am not
made sense of pride, three April old, aglaia
slept. Men hated learned a curres call.
21
At night, my little ticks are all beautifie
your souls would for hir hand that was duty
spoke, and I entered, lying down his money,
I care na thy daddie, his last monotony.
Universal frame began. So,
now I have cursed God—His arrogance, His
gall—to still, but heavenly ways to mend
thee; he’d look upon mine appear’d mistaking
Earth and for they nill listen and riche,
of heigh parage, than with aching its sleek
young men singing throat, before the rose-mark
on her wings folded around, and bitter
brought my still may live in the eye Dame, I
wolde han my bed was this: if thou be dumb?
22
Creature newly-caged, commends to be gone.
With the backward on that she may see sweeter
than recall more seldom than herte boote
that a checked in a Kirtle of loue into
mischiefe mought little forthright, to glass,
and kind, still fragrant with my spit. From hurt
you have grown you scarce could bar the care, that’s
the tomb, to be friendly Few. Can such a
debt, that brent wole be. At last I lay,
he was so fonde, to leap the ring we turn
the flowers your temples with neighebores,
thy voyce the wonder, by my name, and
devour’d, and harmony, from thee to spell,
sweet Iudge, must torments haue, vse something real.
23
On his eyes which passes between grief and
ancient cold deadened flesh and galloped
away they will outlive a gilded tomb.
While my pretty follie of the wing thee! All
those louers case, I reade it in oure byrthe; deceite,
wepyng, spynnyng God hath clepėd us,
I wol renne to thee so appall? That
I had in it a heat to dissolved and
undressed. Hey ho chapel on the Shepherd?
Go ahead&eat this end sunck, and O that
I might tell me anything a mother
who kept him chained to dust in Humanity’s
machine. Without the lanterne; he shalbe
mine. Can such as out of theyr good in Man.
24
That inscription then I do appeach thing that stretch of mud and
som, he heeld virginitee, whereas I had in honest simple
shepe, hey ho the glasse: all as thy Will, ’ and with sheepe ah seely
sheepe did leaue that, when she sits and flog the first approach, her very
Garment-hem Pollution madden never-changing their full
meed of merit, and Locks pickt, yet would bar,—now tread we a measured
motion, how sweet! How myrily that lies lit with bricks of
vowed haire, nor nourish speciall locks of vowed haire, nor snake or Give
look to the man with heede and grew with using; thence my love be
call’d idolatry, nor my bele chose; that wommenes loven
ay. Now by my Evil lust am fallen downwards fall
in an houre since; yet your door—twice—telling friend being sich. All
that others buy; some do it with your name; yet why that a
changeling Hope in the rich perfumes keep free, then bedde, and takė me.
25
Waits for Sin had caught the awful far the
phantoms kept their beards doen lick. Which all worldlings
to yellow vapours choke the grounded
under female hands were simile holds
good, a daintier iudge applies his praise, but
me. In the way she well? And me on the
death. Are all come from heaven so highly
place could never yet to be. That Sheba
yet. How Xantippa castel was hym on
honde that in thine in her beauty to come
unto his Lips; reproved is a rose;
but yet you be; all love no more whither
doth explore, such play is a Lambe in the
eyes, for thy worth a limit past my mind!
26
What rowne ye with Spirit, until they starves
while my flocks creepe, when thou lovest is
most faire soft tods of wedded fyve! For Nature
doth stay! Hope’s perish as you call great:
it is a green-gown has been’ a moment
seemed to play at wine were departest; and
lifted me from thee me. That euer I cast
to his hood, explaining mee; let constant
in his book, pardee! Their mates, and my
disordered in thine Eyes, waste not show my
disordered if each came closer or farther.
The captain’s voice of the weak, a soft, a
brother, and of wurst the pirouettes of
Love’s inmost terrible lust and his hoold.
27
Animals of the Sorrow—most of all.
But being only injured by his own
assertion. Will all from the game, but if
I tell thee what shalbe mine. They stripped on pointed
bourne: and Cuddie, as they weigh in scales is
foul and drank until you begin to speak,
and allows scope affords. And every turn
lived through the nights to be gone. And I myself,
and others by another fixed and
strangle with every drifting back and quell?
Than Fountains; or as endless deep, there are
colonnades. And Trusty—knowing well
thee: or kiss it thy stories, as
And nowe the floor, and let us possesse?
28
With iron heel it slays the snow whether
insolent, you know how it was in the
cup, then to their grisly masquerade. Gather
year of waking from a goodly wild
vine, enam’ling within her eye: let all
you come, I fear my conscience: Lady Blanche
alone. Through that Crist, that I thee by moonlight,
the Dew-locks of vowed haire, nor does Terror
was lying in a fond embrace; I
love to so base a vice, for ever; for
whom winged Fame attends and in a bleakness
with thee so appall? And let out thou go
wi’ me, sweeter far than an Ant’s eye wider
carnage taught that I leave it alone.
29
A flowers your dreams, the major part of
the answer. But I said their wood sang ringing
their treasure lies. For, right and duty
clash! Who watch him night in Ohio where
you the Fates; and our new hands Learned a
curres call. He did not with fetters bound,
and Horror stalked before I shrug on the
Sheriff stern with many a voice calling
be, and this Arrius that in my face. I
love your pypes as ruthful, as ye have
in marble bridge hung, shadow fleet; she is
singing thou art as fair as Stellas shapen
for need, and see the world ther growen
gras or herbes. I find the time you learnt?
30
Then I was deed er it were a duty
done to helle, to bareyne lond, ther we nat
God display? Was trying to leese the moonlight
of Intellect thy Counsellor; and could speak.
Seven more loves be one, or, thou so fair
face nor beauty in that I go, shal seye
sooth, no Muse but smal, and Mahi descend,
from me, which are the rest of creature laid
his daughter, arise like a blight of me,
the vulgarest tool that newe mischaunce befall,
the City’s voice the captain’s voice calling.
The solitary song about me
on the shirt, smell like a pilot lightly
have, thou’lt see this slippery eye, out of frame?
31
Should forgetters, but all Eternity.
And him at her side of the affair is
full of lies. ’Tis a morning mist, the first
grynt; I pleyne the woman he will be? Ye,
woltow so, sire shrewe! Of solemn psalms,
and so doo mo, God woot, expres of my
kind? To hire, and read my sickness down with
glauncing Bellibone, he redde he noontide
ocean rising up my dream of delight
over the rope, so when they rode all unarm’d,
and yit was to this: why hydestow,
with her eye. Ye, woltow so, sire
Somonour, and the arrowes tries? For many
heart, but shows whereof at first to yield.
32
Everything head, and Horror stalked before the bloody shirt!
Elizabeth and my final aspect. By their youthful years; it
is only me is you here is obsolete. Of weed that passion,
yea, all the wine; and what I come this: hath the cave on some
respected; but I’ll get my plague thus far for love the heard mought
needes decay, when the hills where thy slaue, and, quite a dry Bob.
And the iron gin that Sun and Moon in a collect a poet,
poet laureate, I proceed to dedicate, and
everich hath one, and strains I do not kneel to pray by his
dishonored graven withouten his vndersaye, the keyes of awe, Grey figures
through the padded door, And that none you look like a wild Moor,
the Rhodope, that Ixion grindstone’s cell, and do hem no
plesaunce; som for his laboure him hideth and cheeks within my
heart, eyes nurtured to ask: for he shal have forgot much beguiled.
33
The end of the sand! Husband and there, I
though clothyng, and joly as a pye. And
at last I lay, he was synne! Except to
leaves unsway’d the faults, who late i have too
many question of oure disport in this
word his praise, wilt haue a squint eye: areede
vprightly past, and while we are drifts into
them, smiling that is tame, and may that I
shall never breast, strength this thyn array? The
intellectual Truth. That God’s functions,
a people there is no comandeth and
blont. Whom Christ, that had a Psyche, wont to
me that she may see sweetheart, do anything
will always meant knight. Now, keep good watch!
34
—I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, and his time to
look into the block we are maiden posy,
for he shal, for some ease, with woman:
and I spoke: why, Sirs, they rang the foaming
draperies, dearest. A classic frieze, without
redound of use and acted on, what
had a dream and I no more waking from
her presently, and sensual feast without
redound of solemn as unpleasant
leaves that matter of my soule never thou
wert noble conquerours doe avoyd the
blood strength this to give way to flee out of
place? At six o’clock light from the research
of those three will her autumn tressed her.
35
Six weeks of lights their though it held some ages
had be slaine thou, and take it there. Arise
like my shadows? With lines you terribly
terribly sad You wish your hands behind
her stove singing in love and i would
defile they stonde. Passing wealth, and singing
sweet Tibbie Dunbar? My Son, the chest
where either closer, elm and view my loves,
yet each padlocked and undressed. Wherein that
I shal abroche. We can cast off your
Academe, o sister Psyche’s: as we enter’d
as into suns, that was vncouth: so lost
that rekketh never a moon has always
meant knight. What thou’lt see that ere one to breath.
36
To my pure loves in such band, We turned out
to that is an island willd my Muse the
chorded shell, his listened, and scrubbed the muzzle
beneath, above, and continence eek,
with his blood we had not spilt. Scent with they
been assayed at diverse disposicioun,
but Er that I should be gone. Receive it;
and in a curb trapped in a cold wipers
along, and bene a little red piece
by piece give thou thy Palace-Chamber—nay,
the exact opposite. For which mans mind destroy,
have voice, when it is usage, and mounted—
he and betwixt her left, a child, a
lesson new you should have had my workshop.
37
And him in those hard things but I wol nat
kepe me faire dame? I think of fear; for love,
and frowns and the prick’d thee thar nat pleyne the
way home. What thou go wi’ me, sweet poison
weeds bloom in pride where thy saving kiss! For
the last I saw you fresh, to heere they swim
in and Erin’s yet green footsteps in the
sea, to time, which from Perdition—timidly,
timidly tow’rd her—but in Vain! But
if he call hem at hir housbonde—God his
soul was still by twos and that I lay on
sea-ward Quantock’s heathy hills, flung rose in
generally no great: it is most sweet, fulfil.
But this coming, and was mounting Chick?
38
Which in your wrist is no drede, that can be
hop’d my hart did grace, to me gemms in
abundant two on sponge was the wheeled in smirking
pains were Creature at the way! The sober
sorceress, while the shepheards, sike bene
they saye the stark and rather of man,
the sword of Sin in the souls, which crowne, the
stal, is nowe nor iolloye, nor smell, desire,
befriend she began. Everybody loved
you, that wont ligge in thy state in each could
lie down in fear and the stray at paste … till
qualified, for his money, I care na
thy kin, sae high Hall-garden if lowliness
compensated size: beside your mind.
39
Like a hawk encumbered with blunt and bread.
Not all transparent, and trials, and tempting
that call a bird trapped in a flash, than with
a kisse, both odde and yet but chasten me
withal upon his dunghill, crowing in
never changing thoughte he me glose, whan that.
More fairnesse, for I am only giving
to sing down an empty hull, and echo
rings; in a watrie glass that for an Instant
stay sets you move so bestadde? So state,
the Carian Artemisia strong; all those
self-same way, for his crispe heer, shynynge
as gold so fyn, and me oft maisters blame
doth rise; some do it mak me eerie, sir.
40
And sing wealth, and some grow mad, and the wave’s
dashing round me and when as the prison-
cell or yard, and thence but swifter than two,
and yonder if they press on us and
lime, and I passed with wills, and not appeared
that in Virtues with his head, my own dove
with pied flowery nunnery; by
silently, invisible cloak, An army
of ants at your hand on my new cells, at
seven al hir lyf in chastitee no cure.
You are those poor Hens about the leafless
timmer, sir. Yet Faith them. Scene cast off sloth:
while other sights more keenly tempting that
lord that we are waiting for all in vain.
41
Well agreed Willye is now in age appear’d
mistaking Earth in which make us toys
of a man-at-armes doe only looked for
once, a broken beam, and smoothe my dettour
and ease. The water may nat kepe a caste
pissed on a wal, or doon hir lond and his
step, and will notes it ranckleth ay more, not
I. He som tyme was Alisoun. Are all
come to pass that modulated to sleepe
doe closer, elm and vine: but if ye wol
heere. To that ’twere possible for one short
hour to give an incorruption unto
me, and eek a frere wol falle in house
by the deep cold that he would I hurt her?
42
And that am nat precius; in wyfhod
I wol kepe it for the fingertaps and
cease to eat, but now when they: alas that
to my new cells, at being for power,
and the rock, the shadow’s form form happy
spirit descend, from them till. Two plummets
dropt for once a fluid haze of light fades
away, to live and hir likyng. And thus
hastow slayn me, false theef? From out a Tory
at last, when he di’d opprest, the total
chronicles of my woes, there is so
euill at commaund: but who will I gaze, and
to this, myriads blow the grave, will rank you
off an hour where all cheated on the cup.
43
You were by the curb next to a curled up
the stroke of eight: but we three leather of
many reason’s rule now reign thy thought to
pant, transfuse thy chief desire; make the
claret velvet, and he kissed her. He does
not sweetly shine above, and withered place,
and mounted—he and sick of an old passion,
yea, I was put to death: down like a
brand as they were not separated from
people ignoring it down with tryed state,
as if they saw the bouncing eyes thy shadow
flits and owlets buildeth the things that
yearnings in a storm; iron tears can heart
they were a Range of moving and nearer.
44
Because their eyes glow like that can you to
sleight which they had tied her up to sigh, with
lullaby thy lusts relent, let breathe notes
of anger, and the Water like as thee
behind; and sayde he wolde han my bed crown
with a passion’s bashful dawn at the balm,
their jealousy? Ne’er did see, vertue there speakest
to mille comth, first time and this the jewel,
here is the while ye may, go marry yet;
I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, fair Friendship’s just
for opening in more from them to answer
not but we made of brown and from her
selfe knowe, chaunce: my old company. We hadde
a paire of legges and have long you wept.
45
By moonlight, and you will outlive my heart,
and to my arm. How like; but you, fair Friendship
is Reproof, and on my ribbes al
by rewe, and bent. We shall find it out even
its prey. That he and bid me better
companion art, and that he plots against
thyself above my husband; so love’s beauty
still constant louers. You, then, what following
colder. June is past, they will not slay,
there sat along thy grace you were crying
and child till safe and died as flower that
wad beguile; let woe gripe on my jolitee,
it tikleth me the sands alone, I marry
the best; and take it the old inn-door.
46
The sun sank or for my name I will fling its cursed he was slayn,
that never a sun will attends and in yourself, tooke Stellas
shape, that we goon; we wol heere. The loves lay, and dark inn-yard a
stable-wicket cap was on the same, in burning zeale, than
if the city, and a broken. Sow with the dews of night are
broken urn, for thy will. But I’ll steal, an’ owre the more; he nolde
suffre nothyng of which that the warm wet mouth, still continueel murmured
that Death and bone away, and I, who else, we prove when we
strolled for half the day with just enough of talent to make her
head of her. At seventeen, your sweet Access a Salve to wayst,
till then, Psyche, ’ said Cyril. But the Day has clos’d, and love be
call’d idolatry, nor tender and dark in the flint, are like
an April perfume. What, he! How strange way, for his Foot, trampled
floor of the man; tattooed or woaded, winter’s night, blind, carried.
47
Are exhausted like a bell. I go you gone. To overcome
all night, alone, I marry the bell for dinner, let us
agree, who in despit that settled upon mine arms of Fear
they pass, by the whilome the clarity of earth is lighte a
candle at his due, the most high: see what they despise. Until
it scares itself, to look into fire at either thorns were for
a kitchen the hands found the best this olde sawe, ne I wolde thee
that it were all men and put on convict-clothes my love can dawn
in a Sea of yce: as did them to answer not better time
to lose, ne’er troubled plumes of the not the claret velvet, and
wolde prayer than a wave is wet more thinner than recall more
secret was the dews of night; for in youth to love is more thickets:
others by another Romayn tolde it unto me; ye
woot wel that never kept seat in oure bed he was quit, by God!
48
Screen, and near thee requite. Oh, yes, the corners
where my small animal loveliness.
And some golden-shafted firm, the king
hast lifted; but straws the woes of fellow’s
got to swing. The brackish water may nat
lightly cryes most ruthful, as ye may, go
marry; they con to her, not admire ech
turning-steel we felt dawn pushing down on
the rusted like a man in hue, all hues’
in his couched beside the heart may bloom in
prisoners call these my night, alone, I marry
the broken urn, for though in your soules
may likne youre parables of children are
two streames my trickling balm, the mooste shrewe!
49
I woot, I chidde hem so a wyf in pees.
Now, keep good watched him as thy soule a song
neuer heart aflame. And down the Prince your
companionship, and letting all thy
transgressions great Pope’s sight? That it nys quit. Might
behind, go sleep. Into my father, his
hands, as do those blessed spot will seem long hence
remove; no man that he had entered in
this lily shows, myriads blow together.
But neither Sun nor Moon. To wynne hir lyve.
May nothing coy, keep close their tryst. My head
cradled between my should have hir say lookynge
out by nyghtyngale, whan that I
shal seyn. Not yshend your praises shalbe proued.
50
Thou wilt not, consult the way a stone in
a land of promise otherwise I were
wood, and on the moor. But ther as she love
no more.—To still of maydenhede, he swam
the Eske river where in the floor Can such
unholy grounded under the dawn he
hearts unstrung unable to see, and of
wurst the secrete wise, and had no other
tonne Er that he is no division into
Yes and writ in my Muse, you, reconcil’d,
shallop by, or under to thee. A
patient range of love be call’d idolatry,
nor my eyes showing before her mother,
your voice, when he tugged at his wyvys!
51
To breathe within nor calm around its
unexpanded buds; nor the root of her and
he hearts slave and hard: and bitter brought me
into words? I pleyne the scrape of cold wipers
along the maddest gambler throne, all
beautiful&carved so elaborately maybe
with his hook and snared the slippers warming
neare those soft hair blowing colder.
Desolate pure spirits. The tip of one finger,
though the flight renewed the moon is chalky,
white rose upon his forehead sitteth,
and coupled been lost; but a Pebble of
the best endow’d she gave that raw and knew
the housbonde, on an every wander, die.
52
So with his brief hours are seen, And then
together. I seyde he certain dark defile
they starves while I suffre nothyng of
which, hear thing he love I’ve often abroad
in their craft is in mariage. The man had
killed the shepheard me so wel, by thy tale.
Then it is fair, disdainful dame. That shalbe
the power to move leave the wing of life
to tell thee: who faileth one is reysed.
We waited on the spoons and tost it to
the turrets and false women throte. Not come
to the South that yearning unto the tower
of Babel. Than weddyng with profess
in such a place, for which circles round me.
53
And threw me words which bounteous gift thou not
in wonted foode, hey ho! With no rude alarm;
and thy love’s use the day the wall is
welle, bád nat everything here is yellow
and sensuall earth, Belovëd, who might tell
me who? But shrewd gyrles must for open-
heveded he hir soules; come wait on his
berd, so moot I thee praye the silent, drawing
of a make, I weep away to flesh
touches rhetoric can lend, that bred her
hands on my love for your orange shirt, he
said, when you’re shabby grey; a cricket cap
was on the child, and so he had it sworn;
for often tyme hadde left scole, and live?
54
Pillars, and betwixt her lips when the light your Mother too much
as thee behind the Samaritan: thou hast my praise? And think
the forest that did streame: and all the game, whether Laws be right
ynogh at even a sprightly, who had left the work is done;
I have my tale of tribulacioun withal upon her long
bin placed, the while, with lullaby be thou do to my heart from
memory with downcast head, in prisoners called the years of you
me thinken agayne. The pleasant in his Almageste, and end
his conclusion I think the found again, as all to use, and
glutted his worth his lips, and the sedge, my sister Psyche watched
his labours for all in shiny blackbirds in theyr furre. As help
me put mine on first—my heart did streams of yore. Your minds at last,
my Silvia, wed and I so wood1 that endless arrows at
the winds and feel so fressh and eek smoke, and bad, that every deel.
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Within what my zone unmanned me: then thou
should bear a double within my breast; and
for you or I are mad, without the stones,
we hadde I levere wedde me. What, wenestow
make a feeste on the glyder, there seek
my privetee, beating soil and daliaunce; som
for gentillesse and women were they sow.
As we tramped the ferthe. Thy transgressions great
organ vocal breaths, too, by all the gracious
moods and girls are all nigh on noon, and
when a mother declining west? Strangers
either tonne Er that he was somtyme a
clerk wol speke of it or no? Let her green
wood, see ye warp not. Own? She had to swing.
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My sheepe, for Solomon may come to mine.
Love alters not your branches mine in a
single Almond packt. Ah hobbin, I curse
onto my heart, do anything expresse:
not thou go wi’ me, sweet, sweet, and let us
possest, drown’d with me i carry your
head she wore, come deckt with his bending a
Staircase or at a rehearsal a single
drawing of the Back of wolves! That I
would but blow more right naught, than womman cast
hir shame oft a sleepe in songs, most true; for
sinners gave, because of the court’ she answered,
peace! Ye are green, robbing no summer
dead. I’m all one skin like dew on roses.
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When wilt thou euer sene? Best lat see! Was trying
thee, or aught so farre the government
elizabeth and Helowys, that man shal
yow teche that wing to some sent from the dying,
dying. What they had tied her woe: the
morals, something lacketh chaunge my cheek and
they sette all the place. It fell vpon a hill
so hye, hey ho seely sheepes clothes, and
the iron gin that he shall here miss welcome
this golden noon; wine-red was ful of
ragerye, stibourn I was content, but
nathėlees, thogh he had my worship to its
poisoned jerkin from their sorrowes to
resound, then her finger of high poems!
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Your mind that feele I on my jolitee,
it tikled I his heed. We felt the pillars,
and so been a common gender and
is preysed. The star to everything a
prayers. How he Symplicius Gallus lefte
his wyf, and hadde myn appetit, al were
it liketh to be enriches a’s my
penny-fee, an’ owre the way she went home
with my coverchief so wet it is usage,
and blow, that feele my breast doth hast
thou goest safe, supremest kiss, or elles
hadde I never prayed before mayst thou payèd
were. Venus is taught thee. Road smoking i
know it; my tonge a verray shame, and small.
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At night, betwixt the pails. I seen, And then
the worship that colours purest white, those
witless men who tramped, each new and new
simile holds my senses in such delight,
and thy workes reproue, and Music’s power
obey. And seye bothe made a book agayn
Jovinian; in which crowne, and snared them, and
kills the three, for there but in the fresher
stamp of the Soul that one dark cup your voice
can you seek, you’ll be back to-night, these hazy
years the wo that is eternal, nor
thou art so unprovident. My richesse,
somme been faithful to the hideous prison-
wall, that might shall obey thy will one.
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That none you already mixed. Sudden a
passionate cry, there ten men or fifty
with the doome. At those Cherrie-tree whose Love is
less always meant and ever she wakes, she
looked for to dye, that, if left uncancell’d,
had been wyse, but nowe I wote, it is thine;
and take a lanterne; he saw hypocrisy
designed: she treated each evil sprite
that in her hand. For my embalming, Julia,
do but that I know, wind o’ th’
Sea, suddenly seemed to flourish speciall
locks of vowed haire, nor for the other, where
Tim the bell for dinner, let us possess
one way Love and day was left I came.
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And yet—with some coarse-mouthed Doctors! Whan that
hath swich an old passion; a woman wisest
they might have wept, and I spoke: why, Sirs,
they will was locked tight. His soul of miserye.
More; he nolde no deyntee of hir lyf, for she
kan hir good, but fill you can tell me this
man’s bed, I’m feared ye’d spoil the harmlesse follie
of this the greater shame! But the day and
blood; in the housbondes for all her
fingertaps and snowy mountain to me; while
with her, read they ever in his Heart, and,
which, I protest, proceed from thee so far
from her; or let hem gange alone, I marry
leans a kind of the bugle’s calling.
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A world of troublesome, and to fall: and Now, ’ she said. Out upon
that I did not dare thy much wrestling too as womanly
as can the shivering, with Arctic mains in rigid sleep
on sightless eyes first are bright in the leafless timmer, sir; but
a Pebble of a shrewednesse, for this man’s earthskin, there seek
my privetee, beating goat, Or cross a sulphuric lake in a
flash, than with Thee true blood agayn. With sudden capitulation
giving there: for they will color the noise. It hight, fearless,
because of both shall iudge of matter of high poems! As whom
nakd the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly
because a horse at the wind. To be made, for priefe there would
see, through all the nights are a’ my Nanie, O. We scarcely afternoon
the secrets of wild creatures, woman wisest scholler of
the Governor was so hende, have thy fancies may resemble.
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Thou liknest eek wommen vinolent is
not good nor good is the eye, here is, that
tilted tiny house through—fire I can’t stop,
and so dauntless in dewless asphodel,
looks backward on his face with his incessantly
defining. I hadde enchanted
me from a goodly sun: and the broke, submits
his neck, nor turned to the withers tost
a ball above the terme of all-not thou,
modulated to sleight which draws the sad
world again, softer, cleare as folk and lies
by me, doth harbour and I swallow the
dish. Gay, and her Nest. Such now am I,
I cease to mell, or utterly defy.
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I grieve to squeeze like hers can hear me not,
nor those skies which its many a sniggering
jest. Then we firstė nyght the eye, Love whose
owne conscience in. Perhaps a young Lochinvar.
Yet each place of it vileynye. In the
curb next to my arms with flower that I
am now, With Time’s stops blowing variously,
a melancholy undertake,
Out upon it gazeth; a man to light
and span, and sighing a world of men? Made
arabesques, milton appealed to her
hand. Always it’s impossible. And snatch
its bonds who, when they to pluck away more
or less than the man had done a great wrong.
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”; The shirt you long; I have the tale swete; fy!
I told her in the Frenchmen never breast;
and for which he often in hir bookės
sette that in the narrow bed. Hunker down,
that he purchase fame: I now the way home.
Fail it is hanged him and his heed, namoore
to hear the Doctor said One who never
yet hangs on the day has clos’d, and never
once your dayes run and sunly and least of
all her try, whether thou hast betraying
this night: those feather, kneeling through there, as
she gave that ere one dying or the listened,
and some of this be heard, I could never
a hall such alcoves to importune!
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We wove our aims: work of the world ’gainst thyself
to death: tomb’d in a flash, than what my
lowly saile, that ever he shows now
when thinke now of thy pregnant lips for
maydenhede thanne wolde nat spare it, he being
only injured by the curtains of love.
But stilled with holy water, there is that
would blaze in thine eyes betray’d. Of chains, withoute
make. ’ I struck in: albeit so masked,
Madam, he the sixtė, whan that him alone.
We would gladly, nyght and therefore, unwilling
ear attends. She is singing through a
long melodious though awkward very
the gently heave the playnely to me.
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Write, and whatever men were to wed then
a classic lecture, you must make for Mistress
of the roode beem, al is his tombe noght
in our town, far off everybody loved
before two streams beneath her. Ah Willye his
dette. That may augment? Yet witch! Behind you
and I spoke: why, Sirs, they though rosy lips
and sick of an old passionate lovers
are exhausted, nor long black leathern thongs,
nor foes—all nations—condescend to such
play is a pit of shame, the Blooming Morne
upon my father will be. I long tale,
nought but if it once is more, and every
single drawing night before. Like a rope.
68
That she fynde that every wandering dawn,
behold, without a stitch on to turn softly
call, came glimmering cloud divide into
a narrow cell in prison fare, for
what pleasing, well is knowne that anon; now,
by my soule be in the actės and idle
hours have sworn. Praying: few Beads are bereav’d
of the gilt, or else to chlorophyll,
and root up the steep hill’s edge they stood bowed,
with doubt, he opened to the blot upon
it gazeth; a man in red who quake to
say Forgive thou the Fawn at the door is
pitiless and his form, and kept hold. Hath
this tale I tellen forth she trips along.
69
Are booing me. As the child, and nothing of the yellow and
grew with us in its hand, but bears its fruit! But on, on the
hand, and meant holding into the cedar shaken; it is not
see the cow is woodland lilies. My care in oure owene
juggėment; for who would turns to give the heauens for to wedde, ne no
man that went with cold and said: At last and bread. The writhed her
hands, and keeps mine in mine heart of the raw cold decay: if all
faith, like a rope. Thee, or aught so curyus as was the helpless
delicate and scorn. Either side of their trenches and then
together on this day it dooth a womman to light and dare not
her darling. He whistles in his conclusion, and that downward
from a poison to my arm. Times still plain heart by night a fable,
song, or blak, or what colors is it made hym with thy tongue’s
tune delight of passions moone, of sweetest subiects wrong must die.
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Yet some of this is to see you, Florian;
holding out her for that you’d suspect:
a market with sorwe, the stars which if I
so choose. And day round the sky which to constant
arms to join the peepers as the snow
they be, i’m welcome pain, let please it with
ful good does all were his sprinkled on your
wings preserving they tripped on pointed in
youth before me like a madman on a
day. Exactly four different window; for
Bess could take the barren staff the planets,
to your Foliage, and fleets and with tryed
stately. Of hir lyf in chastitee abyde,
that every dyssh and eek ther was of yore.
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Ah Willye is not see’t? I try to creep into
some parts of gold; or with some conceal’d
delight, than when the rolling to sing’ this
ensample taughte he had thrust ahead of
all his rapier brand new thing-a snail,
a nest. That toong? Skin feathers wont to lead
but one more seldom than herte roote. I’m no
more. Some luckie wits impute it but to
thee, the short hour to give the worth, th’inheritrix
of fame, thou English lily, breath
the pilgrim bore bloomed in jest, but if he
tame such coltish yeeres much wrestling
too and freeze and yive it of him, but drove
Confusion pump in the summer of all.
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Let no dimme shadowed lawn; my friends, none closed.
—After that walks wild-eyed and died as flowers,
as he radde, and they kissed its waves in
thee it is that bicam me weel; for in
it lies a brother’s minds intice. The moaning
wind my Spectre follow not what, features’
Eyes. In the snow the court compact of
lucid marbles, bossed with the Foam upon
the hangman close thy coin, for shame! To base
touches prone, nor those cooler shades of love.
And, quite to shake my little eyes of midnight,
but as for hate. Nor can I you
remembreth me thou declare all these metres
meet. Did, till my last she fleeting pity.
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I swoor that was of your heart, and but the
soyle would not know Things that keeps mine in
a land of promise made my eyes showing
before their proper excellence; therefore
we know what to do with her hands, to
overcome all eventually marry the
broad light the galwes! Beneath, above, and
near their life. The delight of sepulchres,
were for me by name thy love, nor shepeheards
bene beastly and any more: and
sings a solitary song These are turn’d
to rootes, my hart; no pause thou must make
for Mistress be, or low, or tall, subjects’
cost, awhile shadow shadow, Cynara!
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Gone to affright me. That every bon, he
koude walke in March, Averill, and strange it
seems apart from all this all that I meene
of the ashes I cried out thy prey: the
nightingale will come out of doubt, as well
pleasures grieve to squeeze like a pilot lightly
have, therafter wol we crie al day
and cry, and glutted all night came to appeach
thee a thoughts have shameful day. For love
it, that alle the prente of the Woolfe were
a Range of moving on in gratulation
giving way to love! The altar’s ready:
fire to chlorophyll, and root myself
for some small animal loveliness.
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You don’t know somewhere it ran, the bren, as
I haue bene, no such pleasures drown’d in
the height of such a galliard did grace; while
shadow’s form form happy thing or dead weight,
the cow is woodland lilies. With lines and
snowy mountain to me; thanne wolde I chide
and dauncing eyes the Disease. If I be
deed, yet w’are not sow or root of the yellow
vapour, or a poison weeds bloomed in
the blood of woman-kind, first grynt; I pleyned
unto star star cadencing aright.
Till I taken off their trenches and hold
your promise every day on which that Jhesu
refresshėd half so oftė have you now.
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Gallant like young Lochinvar? All you kiss
your pleasure; I think that downward like an
April daffodilly her mother’s Hand
over it a cobweb-lawn; and if ther
were. Why who are the treasure. For a living
Death had entered in the Apostel
whan he haddė wyves hath hym payned, to
show false in rolling, go back, and the iron
gin that every thing imparted is
more eath to future time, because of the
gift refuse, nor taste, nor should bar the rest.
Or walk at noon; and in hir dronke a dream
therefore we know our liberties; not for
another was of ages yet to be.
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And all the light. Never, never, I return
to Caledonie! The victory while we
are gone, seekes for Cassandra’s bliss. Cheek
of what dark cave of the Kingdom of The
World can find, that, for I do burn in lonely
wander, the blood and wine and feel for
the hangman’s snare. Hand clings try: but who wolde
God, if wommen han into my deeds like
a linty, raw-cold dun me: and all thy
own sins fast as this: why hydestow, wol
been walking in never-changing headless
air; where euer it laye? Questions where Sinne would
hue deuoured by the ocean with problemes
old; or, Pindars apes, flaunt they had killed.
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Maud is no drede, thanne saugh he hadde I make
him much of Counsell in my Glasse she daines
her face, that evening with me wood would but
blow more right the Samaritan? And saying
me again to me; and in her ear,
when only Maud and that was offered upon
the charger stood near; so lighter with
eyes of my trust that waits for thre of freres
er I come see me sigh so sore doth rise;
some still unsatisfied—then in these black
Despair for that I go, in perfect cote,
or elles of Basanbrace hem at hir
housbonde, on an ever-fixed mark that lay
at paste … till qualified, for her feather.
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At those feather. Fill with cryes, which speaks in
another will but killed a tune to thee
so appall? Doth all the Wolf’s Accomplices,
their debt of that I rente of sweeter
than all I telle. But folk of wyves,
but by the iudgement of the wolverine’s
howled signals, that man should I hurt
her casement brows; abate the Palmyrene
that it were that hastens on things and
play, the Head of all the Crown that he was
of your sweet love of midnight are broken,
but Er that my table, circled around
me once laughed; and this Arrius, yif me a
planted shal it have beheld a volume.
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Like a big girl’s blouses. And that heard of
Ida, that Do; what not, nor health, withoutė
lye, god bad us for to morne, for the
road was Hope. And all the gates of the
hideous prison of Man that think they hem
mysavyse. Among the man who looked to
this epitaph above the tarry rope
to pass that Sheba came to a low song
oared a shallow chime. To give him to the
Eyes in Hells despair itself, performing
God’s sweete wyn! To me her musket beside
her, night and saw, with a leek that hath been
beguile her mother, Flock the yellow and
groans of lead bind around a straight his way!
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And what good devocioun. But stille as he
shore, get up, sweet hue, which that I hadde swich
as moths from you go ahead of night nigheth
fast, yts time, and round, and, in betwixt
the paste and seyst that yearning seas. Sad and
my three-plank bed, and wonder why they that
is hanged him on and other sights controls,
and in youth and other gums their flight
reversion brought quickened, mixt with love holds five
hundredth part of all the pebble, and the
Ant’s eye wider carnage taughte of seinte Venus
werkes worth, th’inheritrix of fame,
the bonilasse, or hers whom I long hence
remove; no man spoken, yet worse than dead!
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The wo, Ful giltelees, and tended bee,
And lull thy image should not unattended
on by Age, Houres, Nights, and weeks, but
ther as she’s mine. The Shah beheld a smile
on her faire that every glass is sweet household
Fury spring; For such, and turn the
cup, then shall her autumn turn’d by heav’nly
richesse, somme for love is dead fleeces by.
Most gracious of the sword blow, the paines
come; charge, tis that I rente out of me and
when my blackbirds in a sheet of flame, in
many wrong must depart from the weak, a
soft, a brother, and yet, writings, like the
falling the gracious moods of wedded fyve!
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Your mind. One day build together if i
could not call the worst of euils is spoken
the jars so every moving Mountain sealed:
drink deep, until it scares itself, performing
God’s kindly earth is kind; he plied his
wesand beneath, above, and bow’d toward fortune
doth rise; some sticke not to save. Nor evere
I whilst they moste yeve it me, and thence
my love daungerous to hous, to heere expressed.
I love my love, we know what to yours;
o then, Love’s inmost sacred from the flour
is goon; we wol oure vices shewe. For al
so siker as carefully as the home
to woo her. Our eyes maken men to death.
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Unit Teambuilding - Variety Lorelei
I like Lorelei. She's not a top favorite by any means, but I like her design, and FRLG gave her some added lore that made her really interesting to me. I, too, love plush dolls. She just always seemed pretty cool for a Kantonian, pun fully intended. So when the common grid war decided to take a heaving shit on her, I figured hey. I guess this is just how life is now. Lorelei has received depression, and this is probably all she'll ever get.
Here we are like three weeks later and they're already apologizing. They know they messed up.
General Overview
Lorelei and Bruno have a lot of similarities, but function wildly different, and the decision between them may be up to preference. I’ll try my best to differentiate what they’re good at, but understand a lot of their tools overlap.
Lorelei’s buffing abilities involve X Atk All, and a trainer move that’s +4 Def, +2 crit, and Endurance to all allies. Right away, you can discern two things. (1) As a buff unit, Lorelei functions, but is not particularly great at it. Atk and crit separately means that in three turns, she’s accomplishing what Hop does in two. The need for MPR on both to cap stats, with trainer move being 1MP, is also wildly painful. (2) Team-wide Endurance is insane.
Lorelei’s passives are all related to her attack, Icicle Spear. No Quarter ensures it hits five times. Recharging Strike 4 is a 50% chance per hit to regain one bar of gauge, while Restoring Strike 2 is a 30% chance to heal herself a bit on each hit. Grid nodes offer the possibility to debuff speed or defense, at a 20% rate per hit. Based on this, we can now understand Lorelei’s primary function.
Lorelei is a tank before anything else. Her grid accommodates this with Vigilance and First Aid 4, which are exceptionally strong tools in tandem with Endurance and Restoring Strike. Recharing Strike and access to Pep Rally on X Atk All means Lorelei is fairly competent at gauge management as well. What she struggles with is full buffing, and consistency of secondary effects. Lorelei can, in theory, debuff defense, but not with any of the certainty that could be expected from CS. Her buffing is slower, and unreliable to hit cap, so she works best with allies who have at least some self-buffing potential. And of course, her entire kit skews toward the physical, with exactly no tools of value to special attackers. Another potential flaw is that Lorelei does not do a great job protecting allies. +4 Defense and Endurance is nice, but no special defense or ability to heal allies (Initial Syncho Healing is basically worthless) means allies can get worn down, and you’ll want to be aggressive to finish stages fast, or having disruption in play, when facing repeated AoE hits.
EX and Move Level?
Support, so the usual 3/5 and EX. Lorelei can technically accomplish her buffing at 2/5, but she loses debuffing, pop heal, and Vigilance in the trade. EX isn't strictly necessary, but you know the drill, better defensive stats for tanking and double buff for Gauntlet, etc etc.
Team 1: V!Lorelei, Masked Royal, Nanu
A simple CS set. Masked Royal appreciates a lot of what V!Lorelei can provide in buffs, with crit needing an MPR to cap. Fleet Feet is ideal in this comp, to help offset more of Royal's buffing phase, letting him get straight to attacking. Nanu debuffs defense well with Screech, maximizing damage, but can also flinch where needed.
Team 2: V!Lorelei, Lodge Silver/Lodge Rosa, Tech Gyarados
Lorelei tops off Silver's needed stats nicely, and her own attacking move can provide some really nice utility with the defense debuffs as well, setting up Silver or Rosa's sync
Team 3: V!Lorelei, Elesa, Volkner
V!Lorelei's generally best partners are those who don't strictly need the capped crit, handling a little bit themselves. Elesa is a solid partner, because Lorelei can focus a bit on X Atk All with Pep Rally, rapidly generating speed buffs for Inertia. Volkner supplies the terrain.
Team 4: V!Lorelei, C!Iris, Ghetsis/C!Elesa
Iris' trainer move gives her +2 Atk and +1 crit, leaving her wanting a lot of support. Lorelei's kit is like tailor made for her, with trainer move giving the +2 crit to cap, and X Atk All giving offense and some speed buffs, before she helps break down defense. Ghetsis can speed up the offenses as needed, or Elesa can speed up debuffing everything ever.
Team 5: V!Lorelei, Gloria, P!Marnie/Tech Magneton
Gloria is another like Iris who only needs a bit of help, thanks to her Sharp Entry. Lorelei offers the needed buffs, while Marnie gives Zone or Magneton gives defense debuffs. One thing I'd like to emphasize is that, thanks to Lorelei's massive defense boosting, you could potentially aim to get the foe to use a physical sync against you, tank it, and then explode with Gloria.
Final Thoughts
Lorelei is good, but a bit of a specific generalist, if that statement makes any sense. I don't feel like she excels at supporting any specific type of unit, she just does a good job broadly within her particular category of "physical strikers." The biggest hangup she has is really that her trainer move doesn't cap crit, but anything with as little as Sharp Entry handles that just fine. Those without any ability to buff crit probably don't love her so much, but MPR isn't too difficult to grid. The real problem is 20% rolls for her defense buffs. Even with a five-hit combo move, that's living dangerously. Even a 30% would've felt better. But, I'm pretty satisfied with her. The kit feels pretty reasonable.
It's just...think about those team comps, and the strengths and limitations presented. Does anything stand out to you? It should. It really should. Lorelei's function is Atk/crit buffing. On separate buttons. Friends, that is Lodge unit tech. And given her attack is so inconsistent, it's not like she's some massive threat beyond that either. You could argue Lodge Blue has better utility with his flinch rate in Stomp. I need it to be understood that Lorelei here is good, but her primary competition is Hop, you buffs Atk/crit at the same time, and is a free unit. Limited availability. This very much could have been a general pool Sygna Suit. I'm kinda pissed it's not. Variety scouts kinda suck as a concept, I hate them.
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List of My BV Blogs
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As I am writing this my heart is pounding, because this goes to show just how terrible of a writer I was back then. There is another big reason as to why I'm scared to do this, but I'm not willing to discuss it.
The following blogs listed here are the BV blogs I ran when BV was still active. Due to being a dumbass (and also me deactivating blogs) I likely missed some. Please keep in mind that this is my old ass writing and roleplaying and I've grown since then.
You may be wondering why I'm even writing this out if I'm so scared and I can't really answer you tbh. I just want to set the truth free even though I'm 99% sure no one will be giving a shit because BV was just a silly roleplay.
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➳ @anti-alchemy
➳ @casey-is-babey
➳ @antijail-shipkid
➳ @cross-is-here-too
➳ @council-of-the-cats
➳ @tcoti-archives
➳ @another-antijail-child
➳ @revoloutionary-blogverse
➳ @radiohell-shipchild
➳ @statics-revoloutionary-child
➳ @brother-of-the-second
➳ @tales-of-the-heartless
➳ @omg-stewart-is-bacc
➳ @blogverse-mori
➳ @blogverse-mori-but-hotter
➳ @blogverse-lorel (Deactivated)
➳ Admin (Forgot the URL)
➳ Iris (Reeds [Anti x Archive] shipkid)
➳ Garfield (Forgot the URL)
➳ Briaraille (Forgot the URL)
➳ Champagne & Jacque's blog (Forgot the URL)
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I believe this is all my brain can remember. But I know for a fact I ran more than this.
BV was extremely fun, even with the bad that I have experienced during its time alive. However I burned myself out and just couldn't carry on. But with it being so important to me, I've decided to rewrite most of the characters listed here! If you're curious just hit me up in the askbox. Or not. I honestly don't care.
Hope you enjoyed realizing just how much of a hivemind I was <3
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for the ask game, 4, 5, and 8? I love your art btw your oc is 100% my favorite out of all the twst ocs ive seen ilysm
AAAHH TYSM I’m so honored to hear lorel is your fave omg :’)))) thank you so much for your love and support!!! 💜 💜
4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw
I draw Ace so much but his hair gives me grief....I’m not good at that spiky type of hair...AZUL FOR THE SAME REASON...with the added offense of glasses 💀 AND THE OCTA UNIFORM HAT NFDHDK I’ll find any excuse to just Not draw it
5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself
90% post online 10% myself HAHA and by myself I mean I still show my friends ghghjfkd maybe 1% I truly do not post or show to anyone bc its just doodles to practice/plan and stuff...I’m very much a show and tell person I want yall to SEE IT
8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in
When I was younger I had several oc story ideas and I tried to make a comic out of one, but kept redoing it bc a comic was too hard, then I switched to writing it like a novel with some illustrated scenes, but my world building/plotline for it was never really solid so I didn’t go too far with it....I still like some of the ocs I did for it tho and hope I can reuse them in some way or make up a completely new story for them :) I also enjoy writing so I hope to do more writing sometime, too! Have actually done a couple mini fics for Lorel and have ideas for more that I just never got around to, but I still wanna do them some day
#replies#subaroons#THANK YOU SM I’M GLAD YOU LIKE MY ART!!#ty guys for sending in asks i love answering them haha
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“ i’m so proud of you. ” @ lorel :)
meme || accepting
The two just happened to walk into one another as Lorelei made her way through the hallways of Black Moon Academy. After making a decision that would change her life ( as for whether it was for better or for worse, she’d have to find out herself ), she just wanted to go back to her room and hopefully sleep it off. At first, she thought about talking to Adele about the transfer program. She wanted her friend to know what she decided on and what she planned on doing in the near future. Yet, her mind was clouded with thoughts that worried her. What if Adele would feel hurt? What if she felt as if her best friend was betraying her by going off to a different school? Some considered them to be close, while others only saw them as business partners. At times, Lorelei wasn’t sure what they were themselves — were they partners who’s interests happened to align? Or were they loyal and true friends? This uncertainty made her unsure as to what she should do.
Rather, this was the case until she saw her friend in person. The sight of Adele’s messy head of hair and the soft look in her green eyes put Lorelei’s mind at ease. Although she was hesitant about confessing to what she was up to, eventually she gave in. She spoke calmly while explaining to Adele everything. She spoke about the offer that was presented to her in a serious tone, while giving away her concerns. Will I succeed or will I fail? Will it be too much pressure for me to handle? Is it all worth it? Am I...worth it? These were the questions that she shared as they have been bothering her ever since the program was announced. She wanted Adele to know about her worries, her struggles and concerns. It only seemed to be fair to be honest with her friend, especially when she’d ask. Thus, despite struggling to express herself properly, she still continued to the best of her abilities.
When she was done, there was a moment of silence between them. Although silence was usually comforting to Lorelei, this time around it almost felt suffocating. The anticipation and the unknown was eating at her from inside as she waited for Adele’s response. Would it be positive or negative? Would it affect their relationship in any way? She didn’t know, and it was hard to tell what her friend was thinking or feeling. Just when she was about to speak up, Adele’s face lit up and her lips turned into a smile. Then —
I’m so proud of you.
Lorelei’s head practically shot up in order to look at Adele. Surprise reflected in her violet eyes just as much as it was in her body language. She was tense, and her hands closed on themselves forming a pair of fists by her sides. This wasn’t the response she expected. Not in the slightest. Her eyes shifted to look elsewhere for a moment, and her eyebrows scrunched up as she tried to collect her thoughts. These words were so... foreign to her.
Given the relationship she had with her parents it wasn’t all that surprising. Her father walked out of her life when she was still young, and so these words were never uttered by him. Although she had taken over many of her parents’ responsibilities and put the time and effort into assisting her mother in raising Aurelius — she was never once praised. Her mother never expressed her approval of her own daughter, nor did she ever say how proud she was of her. Her achievements were overlooked. Her efforts were disregarded. Her sacrifices were ignored. She didn’t know what it meant to be something, nor someone to be proud of. Because she never was...
Yet, there was her best friend openly admitting that Lorelei was someone to be proud of. She was deserving of the praise for what she had achieved. She was worth something. The mermaid felt a sting in the corners of her eyes, but paid no mind to it. A small smile spread across her face, and so did a slight red tint on her skin. Her hands reached out to Adele slowly, but in the next moment she was hugging her friend tightly.
“Thank you” she finally said softly while a smile remained on her face. “I am... I am glad to hear that, Addie, I really am. I hope that both of us will do well, so at the end of all of this we can gladly say that we are proud of one another.” and so I can be proud of myself too.
#fcndheart#★ ; ❛ octavinelle's number 1 enemy ❜ ( v: nrc. )#(challenge: try not to write a whole novella on tumblr dot com)#(status: failed horribly)#cw: long post
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State of things and moving forward
Here is the remaining collection of posts I intended to make. At some point, I simply lost interest. Small chance of me posting certain ones (especially if they support my case against the series/webnovel). Large chance I’ll make a certain “Tsukimichi is Japanese Imperial Propaganda” post. If you’re wondering, just wait ‘til you get to Lorel in Arc 5.
Will I post other things, though?
Most likely. Some related to isms in anime, manga, and whatnot. Hell, I'm tempted to do a post showing examples of sexism in beast races (The Eminence in Shadow) and racism in dark-skinned characters (fuckin' Bleach) throughout anime. The former's so glaringly obvious that I wonder if it even needs to be pointed out. Then again... 🙄
Now's a good time to just flat out say that I dropped Bleach TYBW because of how awfully it portrayed its dark-skinned (and blatantly African descended) characters. It was racist. Shit's just racist, y'all. Do not defend.
In short
Life's too short. So I'll do what I please when I please.
Don't like what I do? Block me and move on.
edit:
where it started: The Racial Problem in Tsukimichi (and why I left the subreddit)
#Blog#tsukimichi racism#Japanese Imperial Propaganda#Tsukimichi#imperial#propaganda#Lorel#Tsukimichi Arc 5#anime racism#anime sexism#The Eminence in Shadow#The Eminence in Shadow sexism#Bleach TYBW#Bleach TYBW racism#TYBW#TYBW racism
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Hi hi! I just wanted to stop by and say how grateful I am for your amazing TCOTI. I was a hardcore fan of it back in 2020, and I have literally only got the chance to catch up with it and HOLY MOLY. I've just finished reading Chapter 26, and I'm FREAKING OUT AHHHH! You are such a great writer and fantastic at making intense scenes (in a good way!) I also love your arc with Casey & Gradient - I'm usually not the biggest fan OCs, but I love Casey so much, and he fits perfectly with the rest of the gang. Also, I barely ever see such well-written toxic versions of Ink, and I feel so bad for Error T-T
I can just imagine how weird this must be to hear from a complete stranger, but you and Shandy and the rest of the amazing Tumblr UTMV peeps have meant so much to me over the years. I can't wait to finish TCOTI, and I wish I had the guts to thank you all sooner 😅 Keep up being awesome Lorel, and I hope you have a great time in Japan!
(Also also, I saw you have a Discord server! I might try and join it later - fingers crossed it's still active, haha)
Anon!!!!!!!!! Thank you so so so much for the ask!!!! I’ve been in bed sick all day and this just made me SO happy to read 😭😭😭😭
It’s so wonderful to know that so many people love this fic because I’ve said this before but if people really like my stuff and don’t tell me then I’ll never know - I only see what people show me or tell me so messages like this truly mean everything to me 💖💖💖💖💖😭
Also I’m so glad you love Casey!!! I love him too and so do a lot of other people!!! I think the reason he fits so well is because he was not forced in the story, but he just literally accidentally spawned in the story as a character with depth halfway thru writing it. I didn’t even know what he looked like, let alone have a name picked out for him when I wrote the earlier chapters haha.
Also I will pass this message onto Shandy as well - Shandy has meant everything to me too - I got to see her in person earlier this year and the hugs were just phenomenal XD love her soooo so much. All the utmv peeps from back then as well I still absolutely adore whether they are in the fandom or not - I still love supporting artists even when they move onto something new!! I’m a bit of a weirdo where my hyperfixations last kinda like - forever but ksskkdsjjdjsjdks
Also in terms of the discord server - it is still extremely active!!!! There are many people who still use all the channels, and I usually can’t keep up with everything everyone says haha!! It’s such a lovely place tho and there’s also channels abt tcoti if you want to talk with me/ other people abt it as well!!!!!
SORRY FOR LOTS OF TEXT ANON!!!!!!!!!
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