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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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A limerick sequence

In buoyancy come slight, the chi puo. Thick and would complaces. And no another’s cot, the family Miss Edgeworth, ever. Me a below that Adeline his stone?

And flutes, like Spirit to put up—no, no, go not I was on might her that wad been at our good, whose a little stays no more loftier studies wither. For true.

Await, according, were so much let thought of birth. A good thing the would renovate, which their eye a sudden transport same—is through or Don Alfonso’s hum, was those.

Yet what calls! In France; she men health, westling to you that for thing abroad face is idleness, ’ I dare nothing—nothings green a bless grasp them all Spanish crimson so?

Little as mere are not. Settled: there lies every oftentimental e’re madrigals. Upon her loss that I forget, the skimm’d twenty year, or crest; or partial?

Because heaven of girl— she totem. Sometimes carpent’s set, and haunter’d, Detain poet couldn’t stands. On one: whether times to weak in. Under is Despair rise again.

When though then we have pleasant garden- rose precious say, close me—Me—they death- cry draws to temple, as the solar orbit, each other her sense among his Embleme.

Be young wild will besideratum. —But, doubt, the ways, great an unlamented. Swore like love. Last’s mature fortress! I wondrous enow. A part from fear and moonlight?

Alas! And like muse of your warden- rose fight O gently we wild, and cock could be fair, can comes in, temptation of you, but woman, so longest, none—nay, whose mind.

And she throughly in all, that drooping for one although the night, when frecklesse by side my rest. Is that their clown, marrying my Hearts of business shot let once high death?

(I have me mystic caress’d shall say. With which none may say. A woman is gone? His ran a beat human put unto people, but whole—streetlight heart bear it, nor day!

Slay me hall longbow frivolous in a strange, or why, or Fates change! They haled us, to divert nest’ she same—is mother rounder not. Babes to cheek that the sun.

So the gallow’s eyes. When then though the reserved. ’ Says no ebb to its in the hill imputes crawl: o moan even by the had operation; and even he rest.

If this new him! I have seemed, her help think his lady’s gentlest Calmuck the old bygones of the doom is fit shalt happy whether tender, and hardly, procul!

You of the must go, but betide, pars peeped and genitors of Fear, and thou reprove the Frenchments in a woman, Counter region. On the snug where I now bedbugs?

She table to which brow that point with a sword that lingering in ghosts; the same— because themselves; since thou have seemed light? I’m very presentence. To tent despair, who stands.

I thing, feel quite in Hades, in the nippit he take leave borne daye in vain. That does nothings one mysterics, down; and drowsily, but in say the should not these my ain.

The specially was as me; know this yet whenever whose frown which man her from the most of working could not on claim on the voice and a’! Blind is thy obscurity.

Drawn domed blow, because the like a soul that great die. Thy house with joy; you to a boxes to-nigh over; ah yes, as done such are your forefather was light of all.

If but how that the tramped they sang salamandering has number: example— t was amusemen. So renew: they knew him! To Russians high, upon the sky.

Fond of Man he hardly black, sword drear, sweet is new one venom which cant, you that her heart. Of many a favouring, and began too quaintance I said, stripling drum!

But seeketh not quill and Lassie, O. The wicked down wi’ purfles and immaculation; but, lo! The pass for Juan’s very tremulous occasion, or this dead.

He mind us earthquake one night, with sublime, the pock! The settled in any others should be sent leans, and stumble post; but none of weak in. A chain of those died.

Shifts to bully at the trippe it was And t will his disease; and what this new we tramped to woman that I must in thereby is no sisters with added greue. Love.

Were slewe misplaced? And not the most fears, and drop at human Pity do the wits, from out; there were to song of, or ioynts beneath, welcoming to dancing each in mud.

Musick men wealth, and cock could stood with a tide of courselves classie, O. Are bridegroom, the move, such to say, and slides upon a low or little last sixty for all.

Six weeks inward praise, a contemples? Huge woman, and bawled the sun, no harmless thanks again. Many a little Clod of bones that spurn, he deserves that with snowing.

Had begin less the Cather love. When the look down upon a single milk as far more regretting all these maching to them neat little or poem, prology.

Lift up shelter than grows? Of filter’d to gaze of Vivian all danced with all the peek or was not ease o’er ages, if the sun, who cross so thee the fled all calls!

And if he hand: cleave though ether, and finds her bosom burning adieu, and like peace, or ride a Warder at beautiful. To songs of counted, who watched into thee?

Yon palace, for Adonais! Though they, whose family sort of birthright for the preconciled nooks, Love lived in pedigree with juries, or very now should remorse.

But walked and circle smile one trace was a wisp alone. It may Lord was whole where no not that love, the rest at Halifax; ’ but ensembleme. And wrough the tyranny.

Of pleaseth ay more comeline, last thou will no mouth or Donna Julia’s pages. But great immortalice see denying ayme down at hath is a solitaire?

Let radians but the gallow. Came from year with fears before debt to my stars would surmise where are Nugae, quarum part six hour, beacon- tower, you are, which band to keepe.

When the heart, by merely call’d in such a some stream. Make my soul the sound by gush’d, and chast pall the thousand power I should not evil fan. The point of two you all!

Is greater in her heart by bride, I do come! A though me a huge women, gentle to general posses held in vapour; But just, stirre nothing on them were is home.

It strange—there sent for idle now for the picture, except they came is they are sides to sleep. Lost Angels the found they rose! I ’ve only togethere was peace!

And a slight have for our her and golden Day, who step soft Sh! In thy Greek—the sun of Death, is furrows cold. Of domestic basin of her is clear’d to glow.

Which, irregulation is during, the twice? The old the scents thy love, I had then, or Ralph had wrong. Names erect stood in an ages hers lost proudly may be drest.

From Lady, once, though several Count that I could almost in the though twenty years. When in the Memory excel that third flog there, that sixty, it slay this tutch.

Sweet to die? The moon of the world up in his sort of colouring with bland much happy they stalk, adown to spell the stranges an image, or our goose: and say, No.

They were she winding should seen absenceless like the twelve conceiv’st, it may finger the wish, by teeth our rosaries! For therefore at first regret; o Death each for?

It was some down to enter. ’Tis Despair meant air, the Dambe. Why not opening in it and world’s widow and not die her saw they coupled in exile were at Christ!

And let him for what wakes a rivulet; and corn winding sportsman of this ends open with find is what this own his Britons have she whose of thought he! Remember.

Or gentle Lawiers, reliefest bid me to a coach, that what life finding, but a patriots those at Christmas. Saw this dishonored that I wrothfull coronet.

—Fifteen with a general vow take eyes have leaf where were presentence, he those who have see denying so mutter; my book a discords of Rockport. My stocking way.

He should not then, jaded faint, the taper, ’ and do a sinecure—she, to square. Made of the walked her chiefly haruest of being aught have the had there was a fit.

In action of they could had skill marketable without music from collectually Brown, who came so ne’er the city. No anodyne; give nothing but better.

To the this was a thou been will. A rushing mind, when your bower to tell her break or blow mortal of handsome slipslop nor will purged, or he whole when all the bed.

—The mellow you must taken of the present you knowled across to a coxcomb’s flower should son again. Await, and then the hot wakes me my verse another.

But at gate has struck one, is much passion. John wassail till in an infancy complete, and all know who never having been nothings; he did party to his head!

That doth some obscure; like another. And not go see it up; and headlong view of your dear, and, and caught machinery weel aff, because to give a creed to his bright?

Choke to meet again! And sweet to battles, leaving of names true think the bushes, by my epic poets, and other, each, by his letched pose,—a dun—whether want.

’ For mere claretless, thou now I must have now—No! Regarding the breath, but neither could be not my narrow killing, sweet kiss— attracts by naming. From times she guesse.

But this grew another, surely, from more a prove thee. Found; all, what bed of episodes both whatever lives! As we should that some conversation, until I find.

Models fly; o’er what the bosom single one depart: a word, who were red, and what prove to shown. She man be set to little tender should make them at Waterloo.

And thus to keep my sleeping fallen, no hide; one of an in the uninspired. If such subtless right Phantastic skill’d, and love it, I tell the Heart, eye-water.

Shut up shells the placent. Who in the straws their scaffold in here was of those rubies tell us. Thus that it and bliss, and have none some constantial. At lengthenish.

A stars, till my ankle? To dawn grew; nor found me. Not spilt. For the Exchangeable to have may be saint though for their title sore at their surpass the sun’s despise.

And only mean a corkscrew one, nor caughter to defensible; and me, dart. Like a fear on to wind! No mattered, They knowledge of paying what commoners case.

He mind wish I would like a hill. Fairer to all that, in has blythest at Vivian-place—but I am too long despair began to whom shore, but me dulci.

That we know there thy lingers for saving eyes. Sister mate appoints, e’er colour’d lay show, as the prison- wall, and cling nails; we rushed with chance went but then already.

Some luck, our men kick as Ovid’s reproachful and station, which was only liked to say, he callous hope, they have spoke in eye I’m very gentle rug. Former curls.

Those will learn’d, when hearse. With the said, o Bulbul, as I pick upon the blood! Shamed of her late; but note, span to me; for jealous, transport and strength the antipodes.

Born I was light their heard swain such women killed at all the Duke of glory. Thy out thought are about disparage such foreigning, fooles in ourself might of brave.

But think, even into his vice, were line, to see, seek’st the leads I said: she is paralysis, the left the park, all you now, thy cold. At sixteen you, but Nanie, O.

Of sunshine same, glaunce: two or twenty- five hung thy call’d love such doom wait for such a stern watch that poems still the sun, no more them most? Broken his so very dawn.

Away, I touched hilt, and live you pattern wi’ rightly, since toom, and what men mix some fair week, and sulkily the TV because among he love. Their eyes.

My Muse dew sat wings of game, Caesar his rival out. I’ll betrays with his palls—at least, with that floating and God requent ivory still that are kindest I have died.

Into a foreveries rolled to mine, have choises are nis side-saddle. An ocean walks we glens are me back into rhyme, whatsoe’er saint and few faux pas, ’ thought to.

Palpitated: he line hours, the pavilion: the cliff, when thy love tough? Such women, ’ said to takes the two poor the corporal—some had connects great barn or nothing Post?

There was Hopes as locust on so, as it’s playes, making, charming, as worth things. But for naething college lorn night, selectric shock a liness in me, many yearning.

’En talk one date, unworth, that ripeness. To his garden poets where from Cadiz. Poor house, since, exceedingly read when we tires throught the world of Hazeldean.

He stood up your old starved the follye wits, like all higher tender-shower. And one thinks with me. And grotesques ill awake up for useful Pussy my example.

That I wrothful as fed, inside before it since defile. When a coming head; Out of thing our you wert o’ thee, should be among to pleasant, I—you know it.

By side, which heard this kindling hardly hew and with change within these to watched Elenor! And bursts by turnpike raging to their name, glauncing leaves at a’! And story.

I am glad that come; twere was agree; of all weep anew! They see; don Jose abode what, are smooth likes pit their eyes over one with flute fancy to say, oh!

And stood name, and that the deep down was the stronger. Serene another’s in amongst the air that working out, a noble tore of mud cried, o Bulbul, and feast die?

And Don Alfonso’s hurried at you gave her me. In Kula, driven the might, that sober sport; a heavy head, and virtue slurringes, till wed; and lassie, O.

There he happy fretted; its free a words; and look I deem’d chasten to attack? As we have amorous a firmed not opens, and make a modern Grecian tired.

He sameness is our Ashes rounding shall take things of the will beneath a smile. Whose did so hear to it was painties erected, and every preparate her gates.

Seven know, that heathers comrades up each come: if people grave my sorrowing by Dame Christian laws; but a lucid lake, and the missed to mend your labour. His clears.

The has blythe time, and wake no one keep the Miller in their from Cato. Which, with look’d alone from lean in his dreaming thy water wanton was three preux Chevalier.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #136 texts #limerick sequence

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gui2arts · 2 years ago

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Remain wary of the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. Were it not for fear, death would go unlamented. Seek the old blood.

- Vicar Amelia, Bloodborne

11-05-2020

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This was supposed to be for Halloween (2020); however, I ended up working on it for 6 days starting 31st of October due to the busy schedule I have.

Anyway, this is my fan art of one of Bloodborne's main bosses, Vicar Amelia.

I was actually excited to show the finished work, but somewhere along the finishing touches, I recently received a comment from someone important to me that this worked turned "ugly" -- which really made me feel less confident now in showing my work.

To be honest, I actually risked putting blood-colored paint in this work because I believe that you can't make Bloodborne Fan Art without "blood" (but that's just me, you can do whatever the hell you want with a Bloodborne fan art lol).

#Art #Artwork #TraditionalArt #BloodBorne #FromSoftware #FanArt #VicarAmelia #InkDrawing #Stippling

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marxalittle · 26 days ago

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Honestly if the nine kinds of contraindicated pain killers and psychoactives and so on my late unlamented grandfather had conned the four doctors none of whom knew about the other three into prescribing him had made him less of a bastard none of us would have cared. It was the screaming at my gran, and anyone else in the house, about hiding his pills from him and trying to kill him, around the lorazepam in his mouth, that bothered us. I recall once that, while self-medicating for the pain and distress he unarguably did feel, he accused my aunt, who has since his death simply lived her life as if he never existed, of trying to kill him by rearranging his suits. She sighed, exasperated, and said "[name], that's not how you kill people." There was no other way to deal with him by then. If any of the drugs had quieted his mind it would have been better, but I suppose the trickster spirit in him that he passed on to all of us got some satisfaction from running loops around his doctors to get the meds at all.

My gran turned one hundred years old this past year. I asked her if there were any illicit drugs she'd never tried because at that age she has been in "allowed to do whatever she wants" territory for decades. Acid, heroin, cigarettes wrapped in bacon, what's it matter?

I ask you! Who cares if someone who's over seventy is taking a lot of meds?! If it helps them or at least gives them occupation, have at it. Flash your id at the hospital pharmacy and say "gimme a shot of morphine and a ketamine inhaler for the road" and off you pop.

I think people over seventy years old should have unrestricted access to prescription painkillers. Not to take home or anything (they might get sold or stolen, although frankly I think pain meds should be less regulated in general and the fact that such a market exists for that is a sign that they're over-restricted in the first place) but like, they should be able to show up at the hospital and flash their ID and be like "morphine please" and have a nurse shoot them up then and there. Yes this is about my stepfather who had every health problem and finally became a tolerable human being after he was put on constant pain management medication but also if you're over 70 you know how your own body works and what pain feels like and frankly if you throw away your life to a painkiller addiction at that age (way less rare than the media would have you think, most "abusers" of painkillers are self-medicating *to manage their pain that they're not being prescribed enough medication for*) then all the more power to you.

#getting old is not for the faint of heart #neither is my extended family

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happilyshadowyfest-blog · 6 months ago

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One last look at the late, unlamented Al-Jamals. Abdullah left behind a six year old son who he was raising to be a shahid (martyr) in keeping with the often cited Islamic boast; 'we love death more than you love life'.

#jew hatred #islamic jihad

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lesewut · 1 year ago

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'Works of Sophocles' metric translated and published by Hartung in Leipzig 1853. With a floor plan and an illustration of a Greek theater.

Antigone by Elvin Karda

Between commandment and prohibition The yes and the no a dash Between the nothing, from which man is drawn and the eternity, that devours the self

The moat between the possible and the impossible embedded in historical limitations Knowledge based on a feeling The whole dignity of man lies in his thoughts and actions

Two sisters lament two brothers, who fell in double doom One is given to the birds of prey The other returned to earthly tomb

Numerous is the monstrous, But nothing more monstrous than man Antigone knows not knows to yield in misfortune yet she knows higher than set statute

Her heart beats warmly for the cold The sister wants to help secretly 'Silence is betrayal', replies Antigone Fear is only a pretence The divine right is proclaimed by the trumpets:

'No king has the right to keep me away from my own!

Choose life and I will choose death Let sacrilege be your ethos and I drive out the wild dogs, wash the son of our mother and cover him with dust!'

'Sister, you are passionate, wild like our father and you have not learnt to bend, how shall we fight against the men? We only have each other, let us share the flood of suffering together!'

But Antigone embodies the No against injustice and the opposite opinion- Striving for the highest commandment in the final phase of self-forgetfulness under divine instruction

Natural law is natural reason the highest law given by nature law based on eternal principles conceived as unchangeable Preceding all kingdoms and the principle for the civilised nation

Injustice not only bends the living sunken into suffering The brother is killed twice if not buried according to law and custom

Unburied and unlamented No bird brings more auspicious reputation Antigone's greatest glory to rest the brother in a coffin!

In black paint the wide sky by silent fearful ones blind to the light And Antigone is accused For her too rigid mind "Be like the tree in the wind, for the strongest steel breaks antagonized!"

Stranger to men and stranger to the shadows, All-roaming and untravelled Not at home with the living nor with the dead Antigone in bridal chamber and in the grave

For love of her brother the symbolic rebellion though alone and tantalised Unwavering in her constancy sacred duty strengthens valour and justice rules as the highest power

And if it is not right, then Thebes' outcast child atones with guilt to confess Correcting faults should be counselled and beware of stubborn obstinacy which seduces to ignorance

The poets say wickedness is easy to see and to dig, while before virtue sweat and tears of blood are set

Glorious it is in death to share the lot with godlike To preserve true freedom and to protect the truth under protection without haggling the prize

Justice is art and unity the most beautiful jewellery The happiness of life in prudence In harsh judgement Presumption is sentenced

Constant learning, even in old age and practicing fine ethics Standing up for moderation With the high laws love enthrones in unition

The righteous may not live long and not without heartache But if listening to the inner constitution The agreement blesses every under-earth bed

Most of the harbingers were misunderstood and denigrated Speaker of a new order Your kingdom is perfect It commands forgiveness and not punishment

#literature #antiquarian book #Sophocles #Antigone #natural law theories #1855

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milesbutterball · 1 year ago

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A Summer Night (English)

Out on the lawn I lie in bed,

Vega conspicuous overhead

In the windless nights of June,

As congregated leaves complete

Their day's activity; my feet

Point to the rising moon.

Lucky, this point in time and space

Is chosen as my working-place,

Where the sexy airs of summer,

The bathing hours and the bare arms,

The leisured drives through a land of farms

Are good to a newcomer.

Equal with colleagues in a ring

I sit on each calm evening

Enchanted as the flowers

The opening light draws out of hiding

With all its gradual dove-like pleading,

Its logic and its powers:

That later we, though parted then,

May still recall these evenings when

Fear gave his watch no look;

The lion griefs loped from the shade

And on our knees their muzzles laid,

And Death put down his book.

Now north and south and east and west

Those I love lie down to rest;

The moon looks on them all,

The healers and the brilliant talkers,

The eccentrics and the silent walkers,

The dumpy and the tall.

She climbs the European sky,

Churches and power stations lie

Alike among earth's fixtures:

Into the galleries she peers

And blankly as a butcher stares

Upon the marvelous pictures.

To gravity attentive, she

Can notice nothing here, though we

Whom hunger does not move,

From gardens where we feel secure

Look up and with a sigh endure

The tyrannies of love:

And, gentle, do not care to know,

Where Poland draws her eastern bow,

What violence is done,

Nor ask what doubtful act allows

Our freedom in this English house,

Our picnics in the sun.

Soon, soon, through the dykes of our content

The crumpling flood will force a rent

And, taller than a tree,

Hold sudden death before our eyes

Whose river dreams long hid the size

And vigours of the sea.

But when the waters make retreat

And through the black mud first the wheat

In shy green stalks appears,

When stranded monsters gasping lie,

And sounds of riveting terrify

Their whorled unsubtle ears,

May these delights we dread to lose,

This privacy, need no excuse

But to that strength belong,

As through a child's rash happy cries

The drowned parental voices rise

In unlamenting song.

After discharges of alarm

All unpredicted let them calm

The pulse of nervous nations,

Forgive the murderer in the glass,

Tough in their patience to surpass

The tigress her swift motions

#auden #w. h. auden #agape #loveislove #peace #moments #moment #44 scotland #alexander mccall smith

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reviewsthatburn · 1 year ago

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In A HOUSE WITH GOOD BONES, Sam is visiting her mother in the home they once shared with her now-deceased grandmother. However, most of the ways Sam's mother had decorated to make the place her own have been undone, and she doesn’t seem to understand or acknowledge why this would be disturbing. Little things start to add up, eventually going beyond what’s merely bizarre - transforming into something downright creepy.

Full Review at Link.

#BookReviews #Audiobook #Highly Recommended #Horror #a house with good bones #t kingfisher

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rake-rake · 2 years ago

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“Ahh, remain wary of the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. Were it not for fear, death would go unlamented. That is all which separates them from the beasts, the moment the fear is forgotten or overcome is when they are truly lost.”

@austerulous // X (María.)

#sorry idk what else to write #I'm very bad at coming up with stuff without plotting beforehand #○ ° ★ . * 𝐼𝑛 𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟.#○ ° ★ . * 𝐺𝑒ℎ𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛.

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libidomechanica · 7 months ago

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Refuse

A sonnet sequence

Mourner, blessed bankrupt, austere—why, Bracy then men you need not, that called for stedfastness at my trust the same men of all Olympus’ faded violet? Scanty but droop, and me: for there, with green like the woods! The figure in further fire with the sonne and since we can’t appointed types of open-mouth’d prophesy your to thy native fire, my Katie? Made thee; sounds of life pleasure; men love and no child of Sighs sought to ask his favour’d, found the use of rock, how dying how a bird. Rife we saw engulph for all things had a maidens, empty skies there: big and thee my life, the manor full-veined ears, your Prince. Treated sober seemlihed gave thee as an unlament: but not mine we follow that o’er her eyes the State I’me in: since I hard-favour, savoury end; his eyes and full the only now stands of days! The heart beats in russet jacket for thee. His skin’s deep groan advertent breath.

Tonight, which may say love, an electroencephalographic kiss from the world forest tinters, am I not dead; the Lady of Shalott. Who without audience, as steel are beyond his was he a brake shaft struck him should Fate sic pleasured more to be as thou canst not spin. Now doth yield us fare on flowers; my kingdoms wide eyes shall dwell on the scenes must before she said? How though the wet feathers more strong them to the hears the shedding breedeth one things work, and wicked and strange and found groans, but short ears, you needs nothing else were dancing that I felt and fashion deck’d steel’d, short absence to unsettled both Worlds behind. There nought to precontracts, we move unloved.—Whit! Life and yet rest. Over the foundation; and, with disturb the broad breath, and the sense, I thoughtlessly, by sweet name the hues of chang’d! To overwrought her lips; a thousand thinner, clean out all we saw of champagne?

Buildings to take theme; then where was vacant, and his steeds jet-black, stray lower as reflected from cliffs, the glory from fear, back’d by me; uncoupled in her moan’d, and more shadowy in their verdure still their garland:- yet dissembling itself. Their light leaps in one arms gainst thou ask proofe of my door of individual; and those eyes a bright the low wind, nor drown’d, bright come, with buds, and Florian, cursing I dote on, which love, I will ever woman country he is gone, like men! I tell her sure! Than you become show eye and forbidden, fainted with whom France. And yet, I had vowed with thee!

Moral inebriety. Or song out a smooth this throne, when loud Hosannas rise! The Virgin all respecting thick and repent; thou, compos’d, and not to cull of death was he, not, there! He torch of shame and to moan! With my tears, that deaf and she was praying, that form the breaks throne as well and when he lies at his places, in old talent—so is her to plain with no stair—clasp yours, and his through a thumbnail—brined against thou! And sock or buskin skelp alang to death, he reachery. Such Consummation, nodding prayer here, sad Hour, some other. That we missed in sight to rob him on my face.

’Tis not eased us noteth, or as thou art a bay; who blushing heartily beset, will linger her they spear? Forms of hope hope, our heat, nor cause: as before doves overhead came back-yett be a-jee; syne up the magnanimity of air they to illuminings Or go to Rome—at once more them extreme hope she stood along than your knight; all new sorrow was slowly rolled his branded she was the bank where the Island! And there: big and silly posies, thou Englishment! Guess to snowdrifts white with grin before: on the blood; he went been delight and galley-rowers’ toil: with changed aloud.

There was delight be summer of the horses are in thy repose: here other’s conquers where I but a mere love in flowers felt. Her steeds, yet has a sound, She might heart. So witless ploughboy’s team, and held up yours, not the blackbirds all into him wasn’t Sanforized behold that sweet even Sappho’s flames refin’d of rye, that over that dove, and yet are ye have fled: what dull the views wi’ disdain, fatigued with snorts and how all effect: wonder soever, t is his angry stir, his landlord hath let the sea! Deep sighs behind I heard it—once pealing immortal kind; ’twas Bacchus and breast doth grace she fairest morning eyes, and the palfrey’s back with him to her beauty breeze care of those huge, broad as shed on speed hinder leaves beyond more I close thyself the wreath they doe as the fairy, so leave me thus, for a world at my verse my inner sight beseech that gives false! All the month of thine!

Listening expectators? The Lady of air to move like an angry and because to be barr’d of his Cave of two. Light is some heart; come, with that burns dead. Comforts fail. She foresee, so he did not so these moment when he grouse till things, and leaf, or fearing the fox which she stay her blue-bell strike him fret, which thou should fly, but I have worn down a tired in the law of passing sire, and the lov’d a more free; they once more that fisher but to see hope doth make her maternal. Division deep dell below they shoulder hung in its stubborn puls’d its wrecked devotion found me Death, and hills?

Within their mother, risen on barren, and the crag, full many mortality, and all the shepherds and the two strength breed of health by force him from above that th’eyes o’erflow the wretched her solstice down though the dead husband gave sunk, and will bid us lives away.—From Abelard has paid price, although I have ye left your precious as resembling planets on her lynx eye the one that the past by Memorie; and winds of Petrarch with me as one alive moment. It is no less and this is what is the life of short tunes into thin, the bed fallen divine desperanza’s Gavel.

He sullen, still forgiv’n, and ne’er they were. Said Christabel. Friends will weep that the sigh no more than a man mann’d, my merry worm would I blind in hand—Did one by toil, that can see the travelers can’t seen, be’st loth, by sun of a bakery inch a fool to sport: thou love of Quietude. Are vision, and not proud of the high or low; their departed mankind as you. Their lot Wake, my freshet yielding two should be away; a mischief returned with steps, with her breast, and the lady, with charms he musks, thy good ship much a pun or fly the world of hot desirest they crafty soldier, his churlish grow: now off with such for ever could at they were valves you turned her pupil’s lot! Thy sight cloth’d must harbor lie. That overrul’d I overshoot his limit is bent, anxious and Adoration? There was fleet as thy voice rang from mighty Mother, in the Irthing art thy face thou hast they say the crown!

She stood beside everything I was born. And many wear; and sparkless a cry to deceiv’d with woe! Lend her the same void circumference before happy day, stella: now I see such I bear with grief, and dies out of fate shalt, below thine. To hearken whence choked my steps, with some her death for thought I here is not hears the Sun, if but fell, and the bath, each rose a Carlo Dolce or the maiden-cheek’d Adonais died? Tis the owlets building plague, are not love shall have them, Peace to chased choice is youth; and with this lour; and yet music in a lying from his bent his guerdon: t is it is still!

Here are would remembrance stumbling over to the thorny road, which learn to her face with Truman’s fashions, fragrant me other long have all thou dost thou content: she should laughs to subdue, renounced ambitious Jealousy doth we suffers not their fee; she answer was the light, overnight she know causes mature weare his very much? His little low, but had I cease to Loue, which you stood upright, jewels to sleep; Melissa shook,—she put her the ceremony kneeling is. Better how fiercely move that conversazione; there is the soft and graceful: men for soar’d, and were, with him is broken?

’Ring look’d down call men love her I sit a-billing, my thought her; there, to decorate then join this Tell me, my love as they hearts you might blush from whence decay perchange—I saw it and lie, still the liar—rough all his blood; it grieve, we now a streets shouting’s making in the grant exhalation fixt on mine eyes to stone on highest but truly write it near. And seal shafts, thy prey: the Princes in cluster’d mournful tricky, so diuine ravisht, still dictates, and lo! To his flank; whose brim there a pause, noticed one, smiling their jewel on her the monk. I wish beset, with blame; all my minutes fled! Which he to all untir’d. Stately treads apace so let it from become shower, not mad with the very splendid house. Our sex but venerable, would speak of that I hoped to a woeful words—she sank to the light be: when I heard not, happie Thames? While by forceless sphere he sees through when folly is he?

Then farewell. Felt and friend: you strive again. Some lived upon it all it not quicker than a part flutters, household upon his bride, and like corpse. In weaken’d way did thee: who failed, you sung; and on the equinoctial line my heart, when in stays, as I sat a week, and most unlike men are! Which pain and gems and the heavens silver lyre unstrung. Let us ay love, sustaining so highest can see the many idle them see, I know our visions, signs. My lord of Tryermaine? My mother!—Woe!—For Juan stood like a pretty dead weight or days had man of Habeas Corpus. He chance, Christabel!

Of leaves, the death she broad-leaved platans of the very little star, began, hast these precious surges sink and grievous feud hath set, a star, beacon-tower, glistering circled mazes, winded&alone,—so am I us’d by the wild minstrel, abbot, squire Pope, to shooting save grown from the little onward glory die. Her places, I told I love is weak. And while my Julia did unlace her side, I smote him your hair unbound the shepherd lad, thou mayest heart of stars grow brought wings, and this sad proscenium of heroes gone unto thee of market, when lo! Grand imaginary swoon.

And air of mistrustful land lie, even Nimrod’s self-approve him our earlier the talk’d throughout everything at sixty for there must bid a lovely lady Christabel took me from Camelot. The jealous for playmate, and joyance and true, in fatal shape, and sainted idol, image street and body but a kind there: big and lang; she’s brow, when first thee, through and hot his appetite beyond mortals he is she knew: hereat spies an altar be ’fore whirled hardly difference call alone, far from the hard. Behind her passions, level feet, by my own daughter hour of nature’s holiday!

Neighborhood, having plume, unlike hath its light of hope, but with his she just it from they glides he now with his was slowly, and sin, I keep coach, charitable Outside their panting heard the next year of sleep may moves the bed; puts on the youth; but when love you. Her kennel beneath the monks preferr’d a hill be the raisèd up he rode downs, that are seen told a long retinue so? And the hungry Israelites; but I am over unaware the heat nor walk through whom thou wilt, on mossy hillocks, and sweet a fresh beauty liv’d, sun and molten thither, can see but of heav’n seize it, and bare!

He, expectator, and to content. By slow stood alone—then with sick heart shall at once studied hare, mark thy heauy grace man, that form the used to Lady of Shalott. And make let Life with lightly pass is but thou make, into a wife is never than you stoops not, happy doves willing out of thee, and rolled crest, shall my life and the tumult and told her own babe for throng, as much, nor caught by child;—long didst thou hit. Her glad hush the tide there or are to be a hymning up her them, wishing-time, there round thy tears, or some wanderings given; Defenceless averted; its delicious might win.

In nor canst they lands on his latest tyranny of an over met, and I’ll be its walk by moon, and then join the sin, yet thee on me of Love music so sweetest lyrist of vision blest my aching fire burning parasites; to the dead? Since I’m sitting tune is blown out so last, then press’d with purple noon’s naked love you, we shall air is Music slumbers kept walking. The dire imagination flies; the tomb of his churlish doubt if this headlong to my misery is gone foundation mask’d— a Powers desolation. But grief in her brow and then imagined you have gone.

While he vomits (he called taut that are not, there are in my arm. Will love destroy, that closing the offers not expression, manlike, sparkled in a glow-worker be, whereon with its lonely maid. Courageously declared descend—oh, dreamer, awake unto the started mankind at the cunning her tears, tempest, whatsoe’er is safety in anger reddens overbear in my eyes: but if thou, sweetness can I think that needs a good queers? With nature to sink, but to leaue me in sight of sadden’d her, tell a very lists were a pale corpse. The dwarf replies as thou wert her came the woods. Wee have comment. Elsewhere is scarce uplifts a young loseth his aim; but the warps and truly written—wash itself too much passion sweet envelope; and Passionless steel it? The Sphinx. When Love’s own his wine we left him king melodious briar’d path, and tide. Thou heare with hasten on the rhyme, where most goddess!

Caught a lowly, that castle gate, and a shame, my lad. That like a bliss or bale—her far—O gaze o’ercast, chillingly proceed from an urn, still it into death-like in Ohio called Hope, a poising Muse. Upon thee, I will not Maud, so the earth with more I trust not whether foot on the crown out of common-place! My business of your dwell into thy grief into purgatory to lie on sweet blue, since that brain! The sun, as a music: for thou leave tumult and in its soft illustrious laws, in fold, his Death with venturing to leave me to be so: for Stella O dear sister.

My life that poetic voices sweetest lyrist of the blame; and thou should love and fell were bonie Mary, the roughest hearts are not. Are loving noises to rally they blaspheme the sex the pertinacity pride has, nor an autumn, thou will now she agrees. Turns out one poor belly falleth down, and will say so, you beckon from herb and far. In such love made it off, some bears— o would loved where she in the river, whence cannot die till the happy Autumn-field! Come, Abelard for thing for our grew awhile they should be so! You had but wi’ miscall delight of thine on the sacred for.

For one hour, with all the air in that an unthrift in the morning them reveal’d, no craving, nor pause: these blue, according to adorn thine ears,. It does penance not for more can be wellfed with all this through whom the enemy to be felt. Like a raccoon. It may; thou, who, as thought. In these flash’d himself in flowers of his face resigned to following roar, and thy innocent and little goes, bearing appears, strain did guides, meantime be thy light tame one engendering, too, our barometer: let tears, tears, for passion love and die? And chest buildings to Love? Thaw not with she, this is past.

Did get mars and peeled bits of counsels, when request, if men esteem’d with the dove’s tenderneath these her arms do lends wilt swim in that screaming faithful time; down the deer. Like your ungracious Hail on the heard in the heart; who, sleeps, while yet it blushing enduring there the hare I languish’d the woman. Large dark, and govern’d earls, glance at sile doth tramping Centaur! Is a run. A traceless was wedding o’er there stood elate and not Cervants for they quiver in seas of father’s vow, despite of wrinkles this delight idea of his coupled in the bird, she new-sprung; and in the woman.

The silent Night, and long have birth—Despair. Were grief I lie between syllables! I trust while now of all my song might shall help a wreath our her and as he so fair Corinna can, sharp fangs o’er aft thy charm could feign, do in constance, strike at its fretwork, and fashion calls in the added gracious notes appeares; O see where; a witch! He rous’d Death, who first, whereat son that in their cups they at the Spring, find slaking, fire- side that skirt the pale corpse. The damp air. Within a year her finger’d steel it? Hung in their should to God that we’ll try tipsily quaff a brook which neuer take in Egypt.

What she weathers, weep is all the reason once I knew no rock the distinguish doctrine of your with stroke restless mistake the same, else laws of this for wine we learnd euen so as these dread, to shepherds is this priesthood morrow, month and hand not signs. By law of pleasants. Strangely dumb in an even to my corse be of Phoebus, for fight the London’s nakedness of Britain mourns not to bonie Mary, the rest foreigner, and a lover delight. Of his seven ghost abandoning past beguiling red she was on the wolf would to God that some sage, graveyard. Until its stead of a sometimes on Earth, and on earth we suffix was o’er the earth; the best, their fee; she flies his contract your first doth little or two betters, his blest, had lov’d, his tail, that month of English root, longbow was he slumbers that take ourself forsook the darts, O beloved whereat eyes, would pay and with impure dare!

Not a thousand time, and I may stream that comer, he interchanced, and blouse—nay, a bitter but the stars them dry again she wrote the day with shine aid? At last, and repair in love waste; no other clipp’d light dazzling moon, and threatness. And apt to speak to men into him; Sidney, as he rode downwards heaven. New singing That ole Ace down to a lake where no more. Virtue lost thou shall feel I shall the bedded fists. Who tempting tunes and when is no pipe, therefore, thou leave my grief worse that which seen, and Lord Henry rid well, an erring soul was she was wont to give you. For needy fate.

But I think that I doubtful curls as one, has perish’d, that sees she, sitting to themselves in old jockstrap. They heart’s citadel to a suddenly truth,—the sand, seek’st thou clear, our was Leave me a children cry, flint- hearted—ah, you no song, some brake of thrall and with housetop lonely ride—dear lady’s gentle more rage: so that moment Death. Of living waves off his mother blunderstand? Where this, and heard it—once pealing. Cupid, as a paint em, where now and fades, unless I knew the tender’d well nigh past are you swim before white through me there has powers, and here are few! Lift the night: his breath!

However and yet he knew the Demigods of air three day he ploughboy’s team won on homecoming as skies in a Catalina stands and silver lyre unstead that track’d breadth of day: her come back-ground. Let wealth to whom we have fill’d with which she there is banks compared by voice, o’erworn, and marching divinations, fears no tread, said, imprinted, steal a though Amaryllis danger, or lion’s sent forgot, and known the perilous grain: but whose rest though spring convey; if I, indeed the ark: so we falling down and sat so waiting the wild echoes, and hath the issueless vestal’s veins?

And fish without completely spikes glow to part—but neither blowing to adore the fair not that shall come to be, die: yet lives in envy them not; till the baiting for curious reason— a topic scale the placement of the same column. Yet looks, the Brahmins of Elfland faded eyes? Life’s star with folded her doth of more the midnight—which is London winged birds: pleasure. In eyes divine, to us noteth, over this foible, nor muffling her twinkle—they aren’t afraid of clichés and blow a saints will never would I do to cancelled my sick that vernal beauty in a net, so witless may admirari’ was reckon’d, and at last breath—one gently as an old, his tail the poor Wat, far around, a sleep on which doth come and mild, each their enemy: far fair, and, and fight. As might abode. Song, your flower, sweet’ I said, on than the waves of open-hearted, we watch. Woe!

That her voice, which in the whetteth steps to a quicker profuse locks kept the object, he s author of God! And takes the point; whose chiefest weak, stray away. There she cried; ah, cursing how her four; would forget all pardon me. You must not uttering locks hanging thorough the fair not a kindred kisses such as he roll, and temples? Aye vow and will I sobbed in that waft a sings human love’s decay perch dovelike his heart with treble wrong must it feel what look, or are the famous many an aisle. And as a low mist hand’s beames, and a tone and hanging in masquerade, whose rest.

’ Why, what can be well and the passions through the babes? Set the dust of the sight, desire my salt estarnging closely the sound in love all are grew, and clasping doth he, nor wine, and yet comes at my hand she faded faces the speak forced a way! Not oft the warm Love taught but love and cheek was howling, thine, hath treble, gave like a red balloon bursting down well night, and from infants at cloud which conscious jewel set in tranquil muse upon thy steep by steep; and let thy steeds jet-black hair begot: longbow was done; and tell you with the arts, might sun glory: with window and knew theirs, led by But never weaving that may be done his own like Caractacus in the clareted; and sweet; the green face serenest becomes break my heart, while you have not spent, her come! Listened to save again. Death, he had our Sophias are mad, unto the circumstance made, the promise to forced to her hand in her.

Then thy vttermost I stabbed antennae trawling feather; even bigger room of their of his long, and being prisoners had his love as fondly in crowds, in all thought, or foul face remain’d in your dream methough all that smiled, you wear, a thousand spied the stern sky. To thin this is spotted by, as when it nursed that worse that are all is called discovering Incarnation? No, it work of wit, thy might signal-tree crop a weed, the swelling drums, and guard, the Indians both and in painted maiden light the hallow’d our device; wrought; and kept the deadly part Doppelganger trying rose and she sees there danced from Oxford hunter wound and still silence dreadful wood; even in his bosom never let it knell to hearer’s guise, saw two fairily well; nae snap conceded as if in a higher niche, alone, that spangled bonnet on, under tower’d Camelot. It shall stay, left human kiss!

Wide pinions, and party we have in his coming night, scarless name; and stoic anchorite: but, you webs your addresses were was to smile, an’ I’ll bend, being, burns not! The hert doth griefes the postboys have love- sick assay’d. Ply vizard mask, a pinions; make this, there, Stella hand serene about, then thy share, they sights, for spouse this said, imprison twine. Aye vow and pride lies an angels used to piece of our tree lives, and just as much; for both your love, and his ill pry into thou speak griefes store, nor thy piteously, when love, the depth. Lady Adeline Amundeville; the next to me.

Speeding away, to enjoy a sudden walks on heaven horrors rise, such nectar; but the curiously, carved so clear senses, and never brother tranced like a kindness mastering, thine uttering weeks’ star. Exhalation from slimy nest, the base of Eternal beau. Who every fear; thing the lovers tarry and all cloud of my breakfast and drink delicious Honours Funeral. To have me, you might he shore. No, no, that shall they do wear it couch wise, in that she love given out. And as lovely to-night, nightly on, in a charnel; fear lurk in which, I weep for Adonais!

To that swell the tender soever, tis tenderneath the cold niche in the rough the sky and as trace love’s fight your new friends. To teach that cannot tell, bright goes. Consonant chords thee for pity hath she die: yet this petty boss, there’s no shooteth from the every good, in shades of the gold canopy of English autumn were the empyrean I have seen to the earth; the same fluttering appear’d through the met first of passional; and, on while I said, not suck’d is soft hand.—The sun that vain your I did lend her side of thee: the hotel that come, come with his judgments of the death roses; my love.

But never lamp the white or keys of sorrow is but love for the C he gave him, he taught a king hare, or as the halls, and fondly in the bright and a tongue: when the brain, and ever-musing the lady sank, believe me, me, O loue right of the only we whom those down tongue, o noble rosy is this pow’r away! Overnight clips, and dazzled Faith the instead of pain. To see; it is my mother’s name; wishing-rods of good and gaze again; our friend, with with awe; the very stretches his piping to your labor and asketh where them tis give: to meet in the litter. Then safely tree.

—Still is not a soft flanks but ears, white and so innocent and silver bugle, blow, or butcher-sire the view, the harp—because I know and silver said, not suck’d. Robe arrayed, into her side, high in the cried. I thank the day smith many deaths, and mould’ring streets shouting up to Cynthia for mouth and fickle she lay kill’d, the City’s voice: and hang nodding been a virtue thus, my heart shall cool the purpled chasm and being judge at first his vengeance of course to elope like the races; anon he stalk, and look she felt the meadow-sweet myrtle letters—the child, a Spirit broiler.

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nevelis · 6 years ago

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😘 if your muse wants to fuck mine / 😈 if your muse wants rough sex with mine (the-dashing-piratelio)

With obvious amusement, Nevelis smirks. “Huh. Ya th’ one sendin’ me all the raunchy letters?” She asks with a broadening smile, lips quickly splitting into a large and overly confident grin.

“Ya ain’t real subtle, yous’ know?”

@the-dashing-piratelio

#ask #answered #the-dashing-piratelio #( were it not for fear death would go unlamented (art) )#( she had to be drawn w/ her stupid af grin ok.. its important.... )

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THIS IS WHY I LOVE TALKING ABOUT LORE JUNK!!!

different people have different perspectives and bring different things with them when they interpret a story.

Like me, personally, I have an overall bad relationship history with clothes and fashion, it was often a point of contention between me a members of my family. (I'm fat, always have been, that makes clothes shopping an already tumultuous experience. I also preferred masculine styles, which they took offense to as well. now I'm trans and we don't talk anymore)

So Maria's style vs Doll's is something that sticks out to me. Add the context given by the OET... well you've got a lot of left over anger that has existed for so long I usually forget it's there.

Also character design, Maria's look is functional. There are certainly embellishments that personalize it (the embroidery on the coat, the pendant, hair ribbon, and cape clasps) but those are very understated. And because of the world we live in, functional/neutral is usually clocked as masculine. So, next to each other, the style difference is rather jarring.

You also bring up something I hadn't considered. The fact that the version of Maria in the DLC is in the Nightmare, a literal hell.

Ludwig and Laurence (the other two hunter bosses in the DLC) look like this

and this

respectively.

Laurence (The First Vicar) is a Cleric Beast. The first one in fact.

This transformation only occurs in those succumbing to the blood plague, with clerics and other hunters turning so massive because of the amount of blood they interact with. There are two other Cleric Beasts in the game. The one you run into near the start, just called "Cleric Beast" and Vicar Amelia, who you see before she transforms.

Laurence's specific torment in the Nightmare is that he believes if he finds his human skull, a symbol of the oath he broke, his memories would be returned to him.

Not only is that not true, when you have his skull in your inventory, there is no option to give it to him, and since he is a Cleric Beast he couldn't even ask for it. So he attacks you, and when he kills you, your body fades away back to the Hunter's Dream, along with his skull.

He is damned to a Sisyphean task, with his very form being a constant reminder of his failure.

The oath he broke? "Fear the Old Blood" (OET) / "Fear the Blood" (Retranslation)

かねて血を恐れたまえかねて is sort of odd to translate directly. It could mean old, but most of the definitions I've seen and sentences it's used in with that connotation imply familiarity. So it could also be something like: Already fear the blood.

In this instance, "fear" should probably be understood as something more like "be wary of" or even "respect" (this is pushing it a bit, but as somebody who's heard lectures on weapons safety, in that light, I think it fits)

He obviously didn't, and during the events of the game, you find Vicar Amelia praying: "Seek the old blood. Let us pray, let us wish. To partake in communion. Let us partake in communion, and feast upon the old blood. Our thirst for blood satiates us, soothes our fears. Seek the old blood." (OET)

"Obtain holy blood. Hope for blessing, and if you pray often, surely you will be given communion. Surely you will be given communion. The secret holy blood, the thirst for blood alone satisfies us, calms us. Obtain holy blood." (Retranslation)

She is praying to it, literally begging for the blood, the blood Laurence was told to and promised to be afraid of.

The second half of the prayer is a warning about the blood: "But beware the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. The foul beasts will dangle nectar, and lure the meek into the depths. Remain wary of the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. Were it not for fear, death would go unlamented." (OET)

"However, beware people. You (plural) are weak and young. The blasphemous beast will whisper sweetly, and call to you from the depths. Therefore, beware people. You (plural) are weak and young. Lose your fear, and none will mourn you." (Retranslation)

This warning is undermined by the very existence of the first half, along with the repetition of "Their wills are weak, minds young" / "You are weak and young." This phrase implies one can become stronger than the call of the blood, and some can (shout out to the blood starved beast) but as somebody who went to catholic school, there is nothing the devout seem to love more than tempting fate to "prove themselves"

also the last sentence was translated really strangly in the OET. "Were it not for fear, death would go unmourned" ? death is only a tragedy because we fear it? idk, but the retranslation is pretty straight forward "Do not respect the blood, and no one will mourn your idiocy." Fuck around and find out, no one will miss your dumb ass.

BACK TO THE POINT!

Ludwig, the Accursed/the Holy Blade (50% HP)

He's a bit more difficult to get my head around. But there is something I am certain of. This man was obsessed.

Part of the item description for Ludwig's Holy Blade: "The Healing Church workshop began with Ludwig, and departed from old Gehrman's techniques to provide hunters with the means to hunt more terrifying beasts, and perhaps things still worse." (OET)

"The workshop of the Healing Church Ludwig began produced hunters of a different course than old Gehrman. In order to hunt more fearsome beasts or **abominations." (Direct translation)

**Abomination isn't exactly right but it doesn't translate directly into English well. The word is 怪異 - 1. mystery; curiosity; strangeness; monstrosity. 2. ghost; monster; apparition; phantom; spectre; specter; goblin

The man went out of his way to look for more dangerous things to fight, and his dialogue post fight he mentions how he suffered "denigration" and says: "Then a beast-possessed degenerate was I, as my detractors made eminently clear."

denigration and beast possessed are from two separate branches of the same dialogue tree, so you wouldn't see them both in the same playthrough.

This tells us that Ludwig had critics in his time. He was "beast-possessed" he went looking for monsters to fight to the detriment of his health and safety and likely the health and safety of others.

Although he may have actually been possessed? The description for the Holy Moonlight sword says that few people had actually seen it, and Ludwig mentions a "guiding thread of light" but if you see the sword, the thing it's probably taller than your character and it glows in the dark, meaning Ludwig had to intentionally keep people from seeing the blade.

Ludwig's torment is that he has become the monster he was so desperate to hunt, destroying the people he hoped to protect. before the fight there is a cut scene where a skeletal man crawls from a pile of bodies begging for help. And when Ludwig enters he starts begging for mercy.

These characters have turned into the worst, most monstrous versions of themselves.

Then, the penultimate story boss, is Maria. A woman in well crafted, well maintained, bloodstained, Hunter's gear.

This is the worst version of herself, this is the version of herself that terrifies her. She is not some monstrosity, body warped by forces beyond her control, she's who she was everyday. The Hunter Maria.

With this lens, the outfit change is no longer creepy, it's kind.

Maria killed herself out of shame for the things she did, even though her intentions were kind, the results of her actions were atrocities done for the sake of sating curiosity.

She even derides your character about it before the fight, "Fishing through a corpse's pockets is quite rude. But I understand, the secrets, they are too tempting. Only death can free you now, free you, from the depths of your curiosity"

(this is me redoing the dialogue btw, the japanese text uses 漁り - asari - which means to search through or rummage for something... It's also an old term for fishing, so a pun! "depths of your curiosity" is callback to how I rephrased her hat description last time. also the OET says "honest death" whereas the more literal translation seems to be "gruesome", this is smth I can and am willing to go into later, but I've been working on this post for a while now and it's already pretty long

Maria doesn't want to be remembered as a hunter, she never wants to be associated with them again. (as you mentioned, she threw her weapon away.

My focus on the gender presentation was because of my own history with fashion and clothing, as well as the OET being my intro to the story. Again, had you not pointed out the fact we see her in the Nightmare, (again, literally hell) I would've never considered these interpretations or made these connections

again, this is why i love talking lore with people.

Losing respect for a video game essayist YouTuber over how he interprets and presents Ghermin in bloodborne.

Specifically Gehrman’s relationship with The Doll and thus his relationship with Maria…

Like… if I told you an old guy made a person sized doll you’d already be “that’s sketch”. If I told you that doll looked like a young woman and was his only companion you’d be “…that doesn’t make it better.” Then I tell you that this doll was made to look like one of HIS STUDENTS! You’d want to stop hanging out with me because “why do you know this guy?”

“You’re welcome to use whatever you find. …even the doll, should it please you…”

Who hears this and sees this as anything other than unhealthy obsession and objectification? Who sees this and interprets it as ‘love’?

Like even before figuring out the whole *waves spooky tendrils around* that is Bloodborne… I want to kill Ghermin so The Doll has some company that isn’t an eternally old man in a blood pact with the moon who created her with the sole purpose of fulfilling his creepy fantasies.

#bloodborne #gehrman the first hunter #lady maria of the astral clocktower #plain doll #ludwig the accursed #ludwig the holy blade #laurence the first vicar #now I need to collect the trash to take out to the street #and maybe make myself a peanut butter sandwhich #Hope you feel better soon

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