Dropped: July 25, 2009
Comments: 5,723
... 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.
Comments: 5,723
... 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 )
( 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
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
- Mood:
ACCOMPLISHED!!!1 - Music:VICTORY FANFARE!!1
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 .
( 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.
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 .
( 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.
- Mood:
working
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 .
( Here's the introduction and half of the first doujinshi -- not safe for dial-up )
That's all for now! Stay tuned. ♥
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 .
( Here's the introduction and half of the first doujinshi -- not safe for dial-up )
That's all for now! Stay tuned. ♥
- Mood:
accomplished
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.
- Mood:
excited
( MOAR RETARDATION FOLLOWS )
- Mood:
dorky
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.
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.
( Raphael, Eugénie, Delita, Gale, Vaan, Chikane )
So, in order from least likely to most:
Delita > Gale > Eugénie/Vaan > Chikane > Raphael
So, in order from least likely to most:
Delita > Gale > Eugénie/Vaan > Chikane > Raphael
- Mood:
accomplished
Gifts from Delita:
For Agrias: A bouquet of roses. Unsigned and anonymous. ♥
For Toph: Scented candles. (pine and vanilla)
For Ashe: A small notebook with stories written in it that are told to children in his world, as well as other myths, legends, and stories.
For Zidane: A peacock feather.
For Celes: A handwritten, formal invitation to a sparring duel, in a fancy envelope and wax seal.
For Matsumoto: A bracelet and a note that says, "Am I still in your heart?" Signed.
Feel free to reply OOCly or ICly in response to this post/my character giving your character a gift! Just please mark it if it's IC, so I can reply. Poke me if I seem to have forgotten a gift for your character!
Also, as a side note, Vaan isn't getting one of these lists until someone... tells him what Christmas is. Then I will make one of these posts for him. /o/
For Agrias: A bouquet of roses. Unsigned and anonymous. ♥
For Toph: Scented candles. (pine and vanilla)
For Ashe: A small notebook with stories written in it that are told to children in his world, as well as other myths, legends, and stories.
For Zidane: A peacock feather.
For Celes: A handwritten, formal invitation to a sparring duel, in a fancy envelope and wax seal.
For Matsumoto: A bracelet and a note that says, "Am I still in your heart?" Signed.
Feel free to reply OOCly or ICly in response to this post/my character giving your character a gift! Just please mark it if it's IC, so I can reply. Poke me if I seem to have forgotten a gift for your character!
Also, as a side note, Vaan isn't getting one of these lists until someone... tells him what Christmas is. Then I will make one of these posts for him. /o/
( Cut so as not to spam the flists. )
Ten-chan is N/A.
Ten-chan is N/A.
((I had to make another entry for our conversations because I'm blocked access to Kenshin's journal. PRETEND THIS IS THE SAME POST AS THAT ONE. orz.))
I am going to even the votes.
I am going to even the votes.
( Really big icon meme I stole from Neku )
I love how categorizing Ten-chan into any of these is so amazingly arbitrary. GO ME
I love how categorizing Ten-chan into any of these is so amazingly arbitrary. GO ME
Love of Country
by Sir Walter Scott
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung.
I am fairly certain this is Delita's worst nightmare summed up.
by Sir Walter Scott
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung.
I am fairly certain this is Delita's worst nightmare summed up.
- Mood:
creative
Name: Delita Heiral
Series: Final Fantasy Tactics
Age: 17
Canon: Once upon a time, the country of Ivalice was waging a war of succession, fought by opposing dukes. Caught up in the middle of the conflict was one young nobleman by the name of Ramza Beoulve. Labeled a traitor and a heretic from both sides in his pursuit of justice, Ramza travels all over Ivalice and fights to discover the real truth behind the war, and discovers things about his country that have been hidden away for years.
Amidst it all is Ramza's childhood companion, a young knight named Delita Heiral. After being presumed dead for several years, Delita reappears as the one responsible for stirring up chaos between both sides of the war, and eventually usurps the dukes, throwing the country into disorder. He can be a backstabbing, manipulative bastard or a serious, noble fighter if the situation calls for it, though most who know his true self would likely say he's a schemer to the core. With a sharp mind and a sharper wit, Delita's willingness to do anything to achieve his end often paints him as arrogant, even heartless, but deep down inside, he wants peace and to see the fighting to end, even if his sardonic tones can be rather off-putting.
Note: While the latest release of Final Fantasy Tactics: War of the Lions has given a more accurate re-translation of the game's content, it should be noted that in the original release it was not so apparent that Delita (and other characters) spoke in a somewhat more formal manner, one befitting to a knight of the medieval ages.
Sample Post:
Were I a lesser man, I might think that I have taken leave of my senses.
Fortunately, this neither is and shall never be true, so long as I continue to breathe and walk. And I find that the air I breathe afouls my lungs with the rankness of death, and not the peacefully-buried-in-a-church-cemetery sort; 'tis not enough to deter me, however. This is hardly the most arduous trial I have faced, and it will doubtless be the last, if the growing ambush of undead is any indication. Aye, your presence has not gone unnoticed, you behind the tree and you behind the tree that is strangling that other tree. I mean you no harm, understand -- I would move quickly through this wood without incident, if possible. Should you find it necessary to stand between me and my destination, I am afraid that you shall become very closely acquainted with the tip of my sword. However, should you graciously allow me to pass, I promise you mercy. I swear it, on my honor.
... Perhaps I should have known that would not work. To expect wraiths and hags of these sort to know the meaning of honor gives too much credit to the god that created them. Or perhaps too little. 'Tis no matter; a small delay will hardly keep me from leaving these lands and returning to my company. I say this, and yet the layout of the place intrigues me. What madman is responsible for fashioning this swamp in such an intricate manner, I must wonder? It be no natural force that has created the beast in the lake or the strangling trees, that much is certain. I am sure many a lowlife in my country would kill to possess the ability to perverse and control such things, if it would raise their chances of victory. And it is to that I am content with leaving it be, as naught but destruction would come of it. Ivalice needs no more blood than what she must contend with, yet it would be errant of me to not admit that such violence would be almost becoming in this swampland. I can picture it all too easily in my mind's eye.
--Ah, but how rude of me, to ignore my own ambushers. Pray, please overlook such disrespect. I mean not to insult your power. On the contrary, I would think it rather an impressive feat to master, and send my compliments to your madman. I would request an audience with him, but I am quite happy with my person remaining unharmed and my clothes in one piece. I am sure you are rather put out, and for that, I send my deepest apologies.
... I see my rhetoric is unfortunately not lost upon you. And here I had hopes for exercising my proficiency at sarcasm to further perfect it, but it seems I shall never achieve my dream of becoming a court jester. Perhaps my humor is simply not welcome in these parts. However, if it is my skill with a blade you desire to observe instead, (as the advancement of your troupe and their rotting stench cause me to believe) I accept. I do hope your battle skills are as barbaric as I have imagined them to be. Pray you do not disappoint.
Voting went here. 98% what the hell you people.
Series: Final Fantasy Tactics
Age: 17
Canon: Once upon a time, the country of Ivalice was waging a war of succession, fought by opposing dukes. Caught up in the middle of the conflict was one young nobleman by the name of Ramza Beoulve. Labeled a traitor and a heretic from both sides in his pursuit of justice, Ramza travels all over Ivalice and fights to discover the real truth behind the war, and discovers things about his country that have been hidden away for years.
Amidst it all is Ramza's childhood companion, a young knight named Delita Heiral. After being presumed dead for several years, Delita reappears as the one responsible for stirring up chaos between both sides of the war, and eventually usurps the dukes, throwing the country into disorder. He can be a backstabbing, manipulative bastard or a serious, noble fighter if the situation calls for it, though most who know his true self would likely say he's a schemer to the core. With a sharp mind and a sharper wit, Delita's willingness to do anything to achieve his end often paints him as arrogant, even heartless, but deep down inside, he wants peace and to see the fighting to end, even if his sardonic tones can be rather off-putting.
Note: While the latest release of Final Fantasy Tactics: War of the Lions has given a more accurate re-translation of the game's content, it should be noted that in the original release it was not so apparent that Delita (and other characters) spoke in a somewhat more formal manner, one befitting to a knight of the medieval ages.
Sample Post:
Were I a lesser man, I might think that I have taken leave of my senses.
Fortunately, this neither is and shall never be true, so long as I continue to breathe and walk. And I find that the air I breathe afouls my lungs with the rankness of death, and not the peacefully-buried-in-a-church-cemetery sort; 'tis not enough to deter me, however. This is hardly the most arduous trial I have faced, and it will doubtless be the last, if the growing ambush of undead is any indication. Aye, your presence has not gone unnoticed, you behind the tree and you behind the tree that is strangling that other tree. I mean you no harm, understand -- I would move quickly through this wood without incident, if possible. Should you find it necessary to stand between me and my destination, I am afraid that you shall become very closely acquainted with the tip of my sword. However, should you graciously allow me to pass, I promise you mercy. I swear it, on my honor.
... Perhaps I should have known that would not work. To expect wraiths and hags of these sort to know the meaning of honor gives too much credit to the god that created them. Or perhaps too little. 'Tis no matter; a small delay will hardly keep me from leaving these lands and returning to my company. I say this, and yet the layout of the place intrigues me. What madman is responsible for fashioning this swamp in such an intricate manner, I must wonder? It be no natural force that has created the beast in the lake or the strangling trees, that much is certain. I am sure many a lowlife in my country would kill to possess the ability to perverse and control such things, if it would raise their chances of victory. And it is to that I am content with leaving it be, as naught but destruction would come of it. Ivalice needs no more blood than what she must contend with, yet it would be errant of me to not admit that such violence would be almost becoming in this swampland. I can picture it all too easily in my mind's eye.
--Ah, but how rude of me, to ignore my own ambushers. Pray, please overlook such disrespect. I mean not to insult your power. On the contrary, I would think it rather an impressive feat to master, and send my compliments to your madman. I would request an audience with him, but I am quite happy with my person remaining unharmed and my clothes in one piece. I am sure you are rather put out, and for that, I send my deepest apologies.
... I see my rhetoric is unfortunately not lost upon you. And here I had hopes for exercising my proficiency at sarcasm to further perfect it, but it seems I shall never achieve my dream of becoming a court jester. Perhaps my humor is simply not welcome in these parts. However, if it is my skill with a blade you desire to observe instead, (as the advancement of your troupe and their rotting stench cause me to believe) I accept. I do hope your battle skills are as barbaric as I have imagined them to be. Pray you do not disappoint.
Voting went here. 98% what the hell you people.
Okay I wasn't going to post this but the fact that Delita scored higher than Raphael is just too priceless.

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Poke me if I forgot you or if you want explanations! But please note that most people don't make permanent impressions on Delita for the most part. He's very detached in some ways. God dammit Delita make new friends. :/
Poke me if I forgot you or if you want explanations! But please note that most people don't make permanent impressions on Delita for the most part. He's very detached in some ways. God dammit Delita make new friends. :/
