Dropped: July 25, 2009
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... alright, one more for the road:

Song
By Christina Georgina Rossetti

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

[letters and some small packages sent via Moogle have arrived to the following people:]

( Ramza Beoulve )


( Ser Agrias Oaks )


( Princess Ashelia B'Nargin Dalmasca )


( Ser Basch fon Ronsenburg )


( Rangiku Matsumoto )


( Zidane Tribal )


( Ser Thor )


( Ser Cloud )

OH MY GOD I FINALLY FINISHED IT. This is my giant essay on Ramza that I have been writing since fucking January. It is done omg sob sob sob. AND NOW I WILL POST IT IN IT'S ENTIRETY goddamn I'm so proud of myself for essaying again.

WARNING: Huge. Goddamn huge.

( THE BIG HONKING ESSAY ON DELITA'S COMPLICATED, ENTIRELY HETEROSEXUAL FEELINGS CONCERNING HIS BEST BUDDY IN THE WHOLE WORLD AKA RAMZA 'LOVE-HANDLES' BEOULVE, IN ESSAY FORMAT )

I've got half an essay written on Delita's Incredibly Complicated Feelings concerning Ovelia that I'll hopefully post soon as well. QUESTIONS/COMMENTS? :D

APOLOGIES FOR THE DELAY. School ate me hard, and I'm uploading these between making icons and voting, so some of the pages may be a bit lopsided. Sorry. :|b

Disclaimer: My scanner sucks. However, I've tried to get the best scans I can despite my limited tools. I'm also not that great with cleaning up scans, so these aren't the best quality you'd find otherwise. I've left out the long pages of text because the reason these are being scanned are for icon purposes primarily.

And as a side note, I cannot read Japanese. Some of these installments will contain SPOILERS.

( Second half of the first doujinshi -- not safe for dial-up )

That's all for now! APOLOGIES FOR THE SHORTNESS /o\ I'll scan more later.

Alright! Here's the first FFT doujin installment of what will hopefully be many, given my scanner does not explode. I'll post more tomorrow and the days after that with more scans.

Disclaimer: My scanner sucks. However, I've tried to get the best scans I can despite my limited tools. I'm also not that great with cleaning up scans, so these aren't the best quality you'd find otherwise. I've left out the long pages of text because the reason these are being scanned are for icon purposes primarily.

And as a sidenote, I cannot read Japanese. Some of these installments will contain SPOILERS.

( Here's the introduction and half of the first doujinshi -- not safe for dial-up )

That's all for now! Stay tuned. ♥

HELL YES.

THIS 128-PAGE DOUJIN ANTHOLOGY IS:

• FREQUENTLY HILARIOUS
  
• FREQUENTLY HEART-WRENCHINGLY SERIOUS
  
• FREQUENTLY GORGEOUS
  
• FREQUENTLY GAY
  
• FREQUENTLY RIDICULOUS (SEE FIRST POINT)
  
• FULL OF MUSTADIO LOOKING STRANGELY PRETTY
  
• AMAZING

seriously you guys i just flipped through this and laughed until i choked. MY SCANNER WILL BE SO RAPED BY THE TIME I AM DONE WITH IT

IT CONTAINS DELITA WEARING A 1950'S BIKER JACKET HOW CAN YOU NOT WANT THAT.

the_hairetic: have we ever dared each other to eat chocobo greens before?
ctrlaltdelita: oh yeah
the_hairetic: just. wondering.
ctrlaltdelita: totally
ctrlaltdelita: they made us so very sick.
ctrlaltdelita: 8)
the_hairetic: ..... 8)
the_hairetic: WE KEPT THAT A SECRET FROM MY BROTHERS cuz seriously
the_hairetic: they would have disapproved so hard.
ctrlaltdelita: <--would have taken the blame for it
the_hairetic: <-- would not have let you take the blame for it
ctrlaltdelita: <--would have kicked you
the_hairetic: <-- would have tackled you
ctrlaltdelita: <--would have stuffed greens in your face
the_hairetic: <-- would have punched your face, and then stuffed greens in it.
ctrlaltdelita: <--would have... urghhhhhhhh x_x
the_hairetic: and then we were both sick again.
the_hairetic: how awesome.
ctrlaltdelita: winners
the_hairetic: \o/!!!

( MOAR RETARDATION FOLLOWS )

Grenadier
by AE Housman

The Queen she sent to look for me,
The sergeant he did say,
'Young man, a soldier will you be
For thirteen pence a day?'

For thirteen pence a day did I
Take off the things I wore,
And I have marched to where I lie,
And I shall march no more.

My mouth is dry, my shirt is wet,
My blood runs all away,
So now I shall not die in debt
For thirteen pence a day.

To-morrow after new young men
The sergeant he must see,
For things will all be over then
Between the Queen and me.

And I shall have to bate my price,
For in the grave, they say,
Is neither knowledge nor device
Nor thirteen pence a day.