#probably not xv verse

[mjm5655]

MAJIMA FINAL FANTASY VERSES

note ; these verses are made to be pretty open so it makes it easier for interactions, currently only have two FF verses for him, but i could eventually add more.

VII;

age 44

majima is part of shinra's turks, he's known to be one of the more ruthless ones, but he also has a tendency to mess around more, he will drink on the job as much as that's against the rules, he just doesn't care, he wants a bit of fun as he's working, so he'll have a bit of fun. his favourite places to hang out in midgar is surprisedly wall market, he's not really into the upper plates, & besides, in wall market there's a battle arena that he enjoys both watching the event, & also competing within it.

[padfootagain]

Love in Verses (XV)

Chapter 15: ‘He’s bored- I see it. Don’t I lick his bribes, set his bouquets in water?’

Hi! Here is new chapter! New Year’s Eve is upon us… let’s see what happens!! ;)

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 3646

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

The Edge

Time and again, time and again I tie My heart to that headboard While my quilted cries Harden against his hand. He’s bored- I see it. Don’t I lick his bribes, set his bouquets In water? Over Mother’s lace I watch his drive into the gored Roasts, deal slivers in his mercy… I can feel his thighs Against me for the children’s sakes. Reward? Mornings, crippled with this house, I see him toast his toast and test His coffee, hedgingly. The waste’s my breakfast.

Louise Glück, The First Five Books of Poems

The plan was simple.

Or rather… it wasn’t simple, per say, but it was feasible. Which, considering that you were attempting to make your ex fall in love with you again after he dumped you to get engaged to another woman… was already quite an achievement.

You looked at Andrew as he stood next to you. He had arrived late, had apologised profusely. You were annoyed, but you reckoned that you would have to grow used to this detail about him. He simply was always late to everything, it seemed.

He was wearing contacts today, instead of his glasses. You had noticed that he did whenever he would see Sam, probably because she preferred him without his dark brown spectacles. And he did look handsome tonight, dressed in all black, from suit to shirt and leathered shoes, with his hair tied in a bun, but still… you missed the softness that came with seeing him in glasses. You didn’t know why you felt like that. Perhaps it was because you were so used by now to see him almost every day wearing them, may it be at work or when you planned actions related to your exes, or when you simply spent time together. Maybe it was the familiarity that had grown with this sight that you missed now. Perhaps you just found him even more handsome with glasses…

You pushed the thought away, looked for Frank through the crowd. Frank and Sam were hosting, in the flat they had moved into about a month before. And it ached to see pictures of the two of them sprayed on the fridge in the kitchen. Your collection of books was gone, leaving shelves empty in the living room but for pieces of decoration and more pictures of the happy couple that tore your heart apart. There was music playing, some playlist found on Spotify, without a doubt, music you would find in a club, a music meant to party. You saw Andrew staring at the empty shelves as well, at the absence of records too; you saw his small frown as he spotted the laptop that was the source of the music. You guessed he thought the quality was terrible, but then again, you guessed he didn’t like the music in itself very much either. You imagined Frank sitting in a room to listen to old jazz records, the way you knew Andrew did sometimes, he had told you so much himself. You couldn’t picture it…

But then you looked at the pictures more carefully, and couldn’t imagine yourself in them either. They seemed to have been everywhere together. Rafting, climbing, swimming, jumping, sky-diving even… there was no museum, no cityscape, no quiet woods, no sunset over a beach. There was adventure, and thrill, more so than you could ever handle.

Was that what Frank wanted? What you couldn’t offer? Did you need to become adventurous to keep him?

Would you ever be happy if you became an explorer instead of an academic?

Were you not an explorer already anyway? You had travelled to other cities, to other countries, had moved to places where you knew no one to settle and work. You learned every day, you grew, you tried to keep your head above the water. And you went on walks in nature, you swam into the sea, you made friends and lost some along the way. Was it not enough? Did it not take enough courage already to simply live your life?

“Are you ready?”

You turned to Andrew, your partner in crime for the night. You had to move the bottles of champagne around so Andrew could find them and save the day. And then he would shine by remembering Sam didn’t like champagne…

You nodded, moving towards the kitchen.

“How do we get everybody out?”

“I can handle that,” you assured him with a mischievous wink and smile.

Indeed, there were only men in the kitchen at that moment, gathering ammunition in the form of drinks and shots for the night.

Easy peasy…

“I mean… I do believe the dress is a little much,” you told Andrew loudly enough for all four men present in the kitchen to discreetly eavesdrop on the conversation.

Andrew blinked, but played along the best he could, although you noticed the way he was shying away as a couple of men turned to the two of you without trying to be discreet. He blushed, bent his shoulders to seem smaller than he truly was.

“Really?”

“I mean… Andy… you can see her full tits at this point…”

You saw the four men exchanging glances, and hurrying outside the kitchen.

Andrew raised a surprised eyebrow.

“Was that really that easy?” he asked out loud.

“Men…” was your only response, along with a roll of your eyes.

Andrew chuckled, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Are we truly that shallow?”

“Most of the time!”

You hurried to close the door, and you and Andrew hid the bottles in a cupboard, getting them out of the fridge. You were so scared of being caught that you were going too fast, almost dropping a bottle, but catching it right before it would hit the ground.

“Calm down, we’re good,” Andrew spoke in a whisper, although he kept on glancing towards the door.

“There’s no lock on that door! Anyone can come in at any moment!”

“We won’t get caught.”

“And if we are?”

“Then we’ll say it was a joke.”

“It will be so bad…”

“We won’t get caught.”

But then there were footsteps in the hallway. Two bottles left in the fridge. Andrew and you exchanged a terrified glance.

“Shit!” you both cursed at the same time, grabbing the bottles in a hurry, pushing them in the cupboard and slamming the door.

The handle moved…

Your reflex was to get closer to Andrew, to grab his hand and hold tight. He didn’t push you away, merely gasped, although you weren’t sure whether it was because of the door now beginning to open or because you were now so close to him you were basically pressed to his chest…

“Why the fuck is this door clos…”

Some people you didn’t know opened the door then, stared at you and Andrew first in surprise, and then they refrained a laugh…

You looked up at Andrew, who was staring with wide eyes at the door. You seemed only then to notice your proximity, the way you literally held onto him.

You gasped, took a couple of steps back, until your back bumped into the fridge. A hand appeared out of nowhere to slip between your head and the piece of furniture.

“You’re alright?” Andrew asked in a weak voice, clearly embarrassed by the whole thing and still high on adrenaline from your stupid plan. You nodded, moved away from him, from his palm that still cradled the back of your head…

“Fine, fine… we should…”

You hurried out of the room, away from Andrew and the brown that stained the green of his eyes, and the specks of red in his beard, and the angle of his jaw, and the softness of his touch against your hair and…

You were interrupted in your busy thoughts by Frank’s voice coming from behind you.

“Y/N! Andrew! I’m so glad you could both come!”

You spun around, noticing only then that you were back in the living room, Andrew following suit.

“Thanks for inviting us! Great party!” you complimented.

It was hard at first to regulate your breathing, to hide that your heart was beating at a thousand miles a minute. After all, you had almost been caught, and then… these people would think that you and Andrew had locked yourselves in the kitchen to… Oh, God… if Sam and Frank learned about this, all your efforts would go to waste…

“Argh! Thanks! Trying my best as a host!”

“Well, you’re doing a great job so far. I think it’s better to have this party here, rather than in a club.”

You regretted your words as soon as they passed your lips, knew you had made a mistake.

“We couldn’t book the place we wanted, had to settle on doing this at home instead,” Frank answered with disappointment apparent in his eyes and tone.

“It’s still very nice,” Andrew politely smiled.

“Well, I should get the champagne ready, it’ll soon be midnight!”

You and Andrew exchanged a look as your ex moved away from the crowd again, aiming his steps towards the kitchen.

“Phase one…” Andrew gave you a wink; you chose to ignore your heart’s response to his gesture.

“Time to save this party, Andy,” you teased, and he gave you a thumbs up that was so adorable, you had to blink.

Perfect plan.

Indeed, the look on Frank’s face when he discovered that the bottles had been misplaced was priceless. He called Sam for help, they looked for the bottles, didn’t find even a trace of them.

Andrew opened the right cupboard, the one where you had placed the bottles earlier, and called for Sam to show that the champagne was there.

“Oh! God! Thank you, Andy!”

He was granted a warm hug, one that made him close his eyes for a second, you noticed the relief that was written all over his features at the physical contact. He blushed as she kissed his cheek, and he was beaming when she pulled away. He gave her his bottle of prosecco, instead of waiting for midnight as it was planned, he simply couldn’t wait. She blinked up at him, gave him a warm, grateful smile.

“You always remember that,” she whispered under her breath, but you heard her words still. Frank heard them too, and you saw him glaring at Andrew.

It was working. Your crazy plan was working. Sam was still gravitating around Andrew, they were smiling. There was a pinching feeling tugging at your heart, and you ignored it. Jealousy was such an ugly feeling. And anyway, you couldn’t be jealous over Andrew effectively getting closer to Sam again, his success would be shared soon, as you hoped your plan would work for Frank and you as well. It would. You would have success, just like Andrew… that was why you were a little jealous, surely, after all…

Only, it didn’t work. It didn’t work, because instead of you pouring your glass over Sam, Sam accidentally poured her glass onto you.

You weren’t sure how it all happened. You were looking away from Andrew and Sam, staring at Frank who was laughing and joking with a friend nearby, being a perfect host. And all of a sudden, you felt something cool sipping under the fabric of your dress, turned to see Sam apologising.

“I’m so sorry! I’m so clumsy, I… I didn’t you see you there…”

You looked down at the damage, she offered to lend you some clothes immediately. You noticed how Frank’s gaze softened at her words. And you hated it. You hated her. You hated him. You hated this party and the coming of a new year and the beginnings it announced. You didn’t need a new beginning, you needed the continuation of what you used to have. And this party, this awful party where you barely knew anyone, and you weren’t having fun at all, and…

“No, don’t worry. I’m fine. I… Actually, I don’t feel very well, I think I’m gonna go home.”

You saw Andrew’s frown, the one that formed at your words.

“Already? I’m sure we can fix this!” Frank argued, and you almost yielded.

“I’m not sure we’re the same size…” Sam mumbled.

When you looked into her eyes, you knew she had done it on purpose. You knew she had poured her drink over you deliberately, perhaps because of the way you looked at Frank, or perhaps because you had come with Andrew. You didn’t know why. What was for certain was that she had ruined your dress to make you go home, and you weren’t stupid, you knew what it meant, and you weren’t up for a fight, not when Frank looked at her like that, with love…

“You could still try some of Sam’s clothes on! I’m sure we can find something,” Frank argued, trying to hold you back.

You slowly shook your head.

“I have some clothes in my car, you could change,” Andrew offered, his gaze pleading now.

You noticed how he flinched when your eyes met his.

“It’s okay. I feel a little sick anyway. I think I’ll go home.”

Frank grabbed your arm as you took a step towards the door.

“Stay at least till midnight! There’s less than an hour left! You can leave after we’ve opened the champagne, yeah?”

You wished you could have said no. But Frank’s eyes in that moment…

“Okay, I’ll stay,” you yielded, making him grin.

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you.”

There was such gratefulness in his gaze, something tender, almost pleading, and you fell for it, you couldn’t help it. You had fallen a thousand times over for it.

You heard Andrew heaving a sigh behind you.

You opened your mouth to speak again, but Frank was swiped away by a guest, one of your former ‘friends’, and you were left staring at the blank space he had left behind.

He was moving away, leaving you behind…

Andrew and Sam were talking, you stared as she clung onto him for a rather long time. Andrew kept on nodding, let her do most of the talking. You didn’t notice the glances he threw your way, you were too busy looking for Frank again.

You checked the time after a long while spent doing meaningless chit-chat with strangers and people you had met a couple of times before. Ten minutes to midnight.

You looked around at the loud room. Conversations, exclamations, laughter, loud music that banged in your head, hitting your skull with the heavy kick of drums. Light, glitter, colours, beautiful dresses. Frank talking with some of his colleagues he had invited, paying no attention to you. Andrew talking with Sam and smiling sweetly at her.

You looked down at your glass, a drink half-empty already, studied the stain that spread across the fabric of your dress. You had felt beautiful while getting ready. You didn’t anymore…

You could have been with your real friends, with your family… what were you doing here, during those last minutes of a dying year?

You didn’t say a word to anyone as you put your glass down on the nearest table, made your way through the crowd, grabbed your coat in the closet by the door. No one noticed you leaving anyway. Frank didn’t spare you a glance. You were leaving, and no one noticed, because no one fucking cared…

“Y/N?”

You froze, a few steps away from the elevator, your hand already rising towards the button to call for an escape.

Slowly, you turned around.

Andrew was standing in front of the door to Frank’s and Sam’s apartment. On the threshold, standing still, he was staring at you with a questioning stare.

“Where are you going? You’re alright?”

You were too stunned to answer, remained frozen, like a deer caught in headlights, your finger still erect towards the elevator…

No one had noticed you leaving, no one…

Someone did…

“Y/N? You’re okay? Are you really sick?”

“No,” you shook your head. “No, I’m just… I just want to go home. I just… I need some fresh air.”

“What’s wrong?”

You shrugged, did a terrible job at hiding your tears.

He held a finger up.

“Give me a minute. Just one minute. Don’t leave without me!”

“Andy…”

“One minute!”

He looked at you with something expectant in his eyes, almost begging…

“Okay, I’ll stay.”

He grinned, the brightest smile you had seen on his features throughout the entire night.

He disappeared into the flat again, you waited for him for a minute, and then another, hoping he would come back, hoping he wouldn’t leave you behind, hoping Andy wouldn’t leave…

But then the door was opening again, he was stepping outside while putting on his coat. He had a couple of plastic cups in his hand along with a half-full bottle of champagne.

“You should stay,” you told him, speaking in a jolt, making Andrew freeze before he would reach you.

He blinked, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You… you don’t want to talk to me?” he asked, looking down at his feet before you could answer. “I can just listen… I can be quiet if I’m boring…”

You frowned at him, taken aback by his answer.

“What are you talking about? You’re never boring, what…?”

He looked up at you again, blinking, trying to gauge your reaction.

You heaved a tired sigh.

“I just meant… that Sam was spending quality time with you, you… it was working for you tonight. You should stay, use that chance to talk to her and make her see the truth. Besides, it’s…” you looked down at your watch. “Two minutes to midnight. Don’t you want to be with the people you love most for the final countdown? Don’t you want to enter the new year with Sam?”

You saw Andrew blinking, but couldn’t read through his expression. It wasn’t blank, nor emotionless, but it remained unreadable.

Slowly, he walked over to you. He raised his hand, called for the lift without saying a word.

You stared at him with tears in your eyes.

The doors opened with a ding, you didn’t move, didn’t even flinch at the sound. Andrew stepped inside, caught your soul as he looked into your eyes when he turned to you.

“Aren’t you coming?”

You followed him.

Not a word was spoken as the doors closed, as the cabin went down the shaft, as it stopped with a gentle shaking of its cables. You stepped onto the freezing street in silence, looked at Dublin empty in this quiet neighbourhood. There were lights at every window though, some of them were open on laughter and joy and loud shouts and music that flooded into the quiet night. Far away, you could hear the whisper of traffic and honking cars, making noise while awaiting a beginning.

Andrew poured you a drink while the seconds ticked away, fluttering and fainting into the past. A past that lingered in your present still. Would it always be there, haunting the seconds to come, and the minutes they would build, and the hours, and the days, and the years?

Andrew handed you a glass, put down the bottle by his feet. You were standing under a tall oak tree, planted there in the middle of the city, a square of fertile soil in the void of manmade roads. Andrew stared at a flower that grew there, at the foot of a lamppost, just a weed growing despite the concrete.

He looked up with a tender smile on his face, raised his glass.

“Sláinte,” his voice rose above the first number of the countdown.

“Sláinte,” you answered with a smile of your own, a gesture that started shy but that grew stronger the longer you looked up at him, at the brown that stained the green of his eyes, and the specks of red in his beard, and the angle of his jaw, and the softness of his touch as his palm rose to cradle your face.

Five!

The shouts echoed from everywhere around you, deafening even if they were quietened by windowpanes. You heard the quiet gasp Andrew took before downing his whole glass, and you did the same. Your gaze met the stars that hung up there, on the firmament, for a moment, while your head was tilted back to drink the last bit of the cold buzz in your cup, to gather the tingling of bubbles on your tongue. They looked distant and cold, reassuring somehow. They were always there, always shining, even after they had died. The image you saw was millions, maybe billions of years old. The past was even up there, in the sky. And yet the moon shone for a new night.

Four!

You giggled as you swallowed, looking at Andrew again. And he did too, his cheeks flushed by alcohol, by the cold too. The tip of his nose had reddened as well. The lamplight was golden on his eyelashes.

Three!

“Why aren’t you wearing your glasses?” you asked out of the blue, blaming the liquor you had been steadily drinking throughout the evening for the incoherence of your words. “I thought you liked them better than contacts.”

Two!

“Sam prefers when I wear contacts.”

You reached up to touch his cheekbones, to let your fingertips graze over the soft skin, along the sharpness left by the bone under it. He closed his eyes, gasped when you brushed his eyelids and lashes.

One!

“I think you should wear whatever you like. Although… I love your eyes. And you look soft with your glasses on. It makes me feel safe.”

He opened his eyes again, stared at you as your hands moved down to rest on the edge of his jaw, pinkie fingers barely skimming over his neck.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Andrew leaned down to press his lips to your forehead. You closed your eyes under the warmth of his skin, the softness of his lips, the roughness of his beard…

You felt dizzy as he kissed you, staying against your skin for too long, pulling away too slowly. You wished he hadn’t stopped…

He gave you a tender smile as he looked into your eyes again.

“Happy New Year, Y/N.”

You smiled, grinned even. You reached up, going on your tiptoes to drop a long, tender kiss on his cheek. It landed by the corner of his mouth.

“Happy New Year, Andy.”

[windvexer]

Deck Review: Under the Oak Tarot by Ofride and StregaDelleMele

This is a borderless deck featuring a sometimes-sightless girl named Anima as she traverses a fantastical otherworld.

Physical Concerns

Overall: 10/10, so far very satisfied (especially for the price), would buy again if I lost it

RWS Clone? No, but RWS symbolism is obvious in a handful of cards, notably the High Priestess and many Major Arcana cards. Other cards are completely unique.

Cost: 10/10 for quality. As of this review, $26 without shipping

Card stock: 10/10, the card stock has a nice texture and feel sturdy. But it isn't the super thick stock that's stiff and difficult to bend. It doesn't feel cheap and it's nice to shuffle. Also, gilded edges, which we love. It's a standard size deck.

Box: The box is nice and relatively sturdy. It's not a huge box (like we see with Woodland Tarot or Animal Totem Tarot) which I like, because my storage isn't unlimited. The box has an unattached lid and you can dump the cards out for easy access. The LWB fits in the box. Sometimes I struggle with hand pain and it feels like an easy access box.

Little White Book (LWB): It's a 128 page book with translations for English, Italian, Spanish, and Portuguese. It includes meanings for each card, and three spreads with very little explanation. More about LWB meanings and card interpretations below.

Deck Theme and Symbolism

Per the introduction in the LWB, this deck follows the journey of Anima, a visually impaired child who travels through a fantastical otherworld and learns to develop a second sight.

While many of the cards that feature Anima show her being blindfolded, the deck clearly uses sightedness as a metaphor for spiritual enlightenment or "second sight." All of the 10s cards and The World XX show Anima as seeing clearly without her blindfold, and some other cards show partial sightedness as well.

Beyond that, this is an eclectic deck, no two ways about it. This is primarily present in the court cards and some of the Major Arcana cards.

The Pentacles cards feature Basque mythology; Wands are Welsh and Celtic, Swords are Norse, and Cups are Greek. There's also Hebrew symbolism (notably the High Priestess II), and probably other stuff I haven't picked up on because I'm not the most well versed in mythology.

A lot of the cards feature mythical beings, but there are also statues and woodland creatures.

Sorry for photo quality, I don't have a great camera.

I think the symbolism is nice. Sometimes the cards are more heavily re-imagined (like the Star XVII and Moon XVIII), while some of them are more or less exactly what you'd expect from RWS symbolism (Devil XV).

The Minor Arcana takes more symbolism liberties, and some of the cards are very different from RWS.

Overall, I really enjoy how it reads. I love a good borderless card, and this deck is A) fun and B) really pretty to look at. It's got enough familiar symbolism to ground me, but a lot of the cards are very different and with enough wiggle room to explore my own interpretations.

Card Interpretations

The LWB interpretations are all about a spiritual journey, healing, and transformation. So if you're looking for a spiritual journey deck, this one might be for you.

At the same time, there's enough going on with the cards that I didn't find it to be difficult to link the meanings to a wide variety of topics.

The one thing I've got no idea about is the runes, which feature heavily in the Swords suit (which is also the suit where all the court cards are Norse entities). I don't know if the runes are thematically relevant to the card at hand or not. Hopefully they are, because I can imagine how irritating that would be if you read runes and it doesn't match.

Here are a few Minor Arcana honorable mentions. Note the familiar symbolism of the 6 of Pentacles (bottom row, second from left), but the unique symbolism of the 5 of Swords (bottom row, far right).

Overall I found the cards to be evocative and easy to connect to, with enough symbolism in each image to facilitate intuitive reading.

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

sorry if this is a stupid question, but how do you know if you are just calling yourself Christian vs you actually are Christian? Especially if works do not play into it

Works do play into it, but they do not earn us our salvation. James 2 tells us that faith without works is dead. Galatians 5 tells us explicitly what the outward fruit of the Holy Spirit in a person is. So we know that if a person claims to be a Christian, yet lives a sinful worldly lifestyle, they probably are not a Christian (and necessarily never were). A.W. Tozer once said:

"The Holy Spirit never enters a man and then lets him live like the world. You can be sure of that."

The person who is actually Christian will feel conviction and true remorse for sin (rather than ignore it). They will love the law of God (rather than resent it). They will have rough patches (I consider myself in a bit of a rough patch at the moment because making myself sit down to read the Bible feels like pulling teeth), but the true Christian looks to Christ's life, death, and resurrection for their assurance of salvation, as well as their assurance of sanctification (the Holy Spirit's refining us in holiness). Baptism is a symbol of this covenant and a means of grace (though not of salvation), which is why John Calvin wrote:

"As often as we fall away, we ought to recall the memory of our baptism and fortify our minds with it, that we may always be sure and confident of the forgiveness of sins." (Institutes, 4, xv, 3)

I find that much of assurance can be found in the healthy resignation Paul voices all throughout 1 Corinthians 15, but especially in verses 12-19 (emphasis mine):

Now if Christ is proclaimed as raised from the dead, how can some of you say that there is no resurrection of the dead? But if there is no resurrection of the dead, then not even Christ has been raised. And if Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is in vain and your faith is in vain. We are even found to be misrepresenting God, because we testified about God that he raised Christ, whom he did not raise if it is true that the dead are not raised. For if the dead are not raised, not even Christ has been raised. And if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile and you are still in your sins. Then those also who have fallen asleep in Christ have perished. If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied.

The Christian who feels she might not be a true Christian should look, not to her feelings, but to her faith in Christ. Is Christ able to save? If yes, she is saved. If no, then it doesn't matter.

[invarietas]

so i'm playing this thru once again, cus my girl loves watching me game and i've been wanting to share xv with her for ages. be prepared for me to shove prompto's glorious talent at y'all.

and probably be more inclined to xv characters and verses when i'm on.

[razubomb]

i've been rolling around ideas for a xv verse in my head and so far i'm thinking jessie is an aspiring actress in insomnia, not famous by any means ( in fact she was probably really poor and living in a shitty apartment lmao ), and was probably going to have a big role on stage right before insomnia fell. in the wake of insomnia falling, she becomes a hunter instead and relocates to lestallum.

[mandala--moons]

Hello! Thanks for reading. This is part of a collection of head-canon postings I wanted to make regarding my current fanfic’s universe and lore. The fanfic takes place in an altered omen!verse, along with bits and bobs from the alternate ending of Episode Ignis, as well as when FFXV was still Verses XIII. I’ve always been super fascinated by the Omen trailer, and what would have to occur for said trailer to end up happening. Also, I deserve to be self-indulgent. This is a VERY personal, non-factual imagining of my own headworld regarding FFXV and is really not meant to be taken as a legit theory. Please don’t come for me I’m just a nerd. 

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The origins of the Six, as gods of the Cosmogony are murky at best given the lore we’re exposed to within the game, only giving us bits and pieces through Noctis’ eyes. However, a theory I’ve always liked and enjoyed is the idea that the Six are not innate protectors of only Eos, but have traveled to and fro from various worlds and planets, where they deem themselves needed, or perhaps out of necessity. 

It’s been stated I believe, by a few producers and directors, that FFXV, FFX, and FFVII all take place within the same universe. (FFXIII is probably in here too, but I’m not done playing the series lol)  It’s never really been truly elaborated too much about what this means, or in what way. A popular speculation is that all of these games are within the same universe but, different planets. We see, in the only opportunity we really have in the ruined Insomnia that both Spira, and Shinra are mentioned. It could of course, be written off that these are just winks for final fantasy fans, and implications, I however like the idea that FFX, and FFVII are different instances of the same planet, different time periods. 

I present to you this idea FFVII’s Midgar, is in fact XV’s ancient city of Solheim.

I don’t particularly have any hard evidence for this, mind you, just a collection of loose brain worms that have been clunking around in my mind since XV’s release. 

For my fanfic, the first human, upon whom Ifrit bestowed his gift of fire to, was a longstanding predecessor of Rufus Shinra, and that it is remnants of Shinra’s technology, that form the civilization of Solheim. 

And thus, this introduces us to the real meat of our head-canon/theory, where the six come into play. We see the Six deities, Ifrit, Shiva, Leviathan, Bahamut, Ramuh, and Titan appear as materia summons in Final Fantasy VII initially. The timeline for FFXV calls the period of Solheim, the Cosmogony, the Age of Myth, so let’s start there. 

THE AGE OF MYTH 

I’ve always been a big fan of the idea that the scourge was something infecting the planet, perhaps due to the gods themselves. A lot of people posit that the gods traveled from world to world, and while I like this idea, I imagine gods spend quite a long time on their particular world, and that civilizations don’t particularly seem all that long to them. Shiva and Bahamut in the 2nd FFXV Comic Anthology compare humans to flowers, and state that they’ll only grow if cultivated correctly like particularly grouchy botanists. 

I believe the Six and their messengers and minor deities arrived in a similar fashion to Jenova (I have another head-canon post planned bearing the similarities between the Goddess Eos from Verses, and Jenova and think that they MAY be one and the same)

 they both got lil weird wings. lol The gods are quite eldritch and almost unfathomable in their states in XV, which is one of the things I really like about the series, and I like the idea that the parts of them we see, are in fact their true forms. The summons in VII are more minor forms of the Six that we know and love, perhaps like the way grecian gods interacted with the world around them in their own myths. 

It’s loosely possible, that this was the the beginning of the starscourge, and that even directly interacting with minor forms of the Six could transmit the parasite known  as Plasmodium that causes the scourge. We’re shown in XV that even interacting with the gods for long periods of time had detrimental effects on Luna’s health, and that was her whole bloodline’s purpose. Who’s to say ancient Midgar/Solheim stood a chance.

 However, as Shinra became more more corrupted, and post advent children the more these magical crystals or Materia were used for humankind’s own ends. Ifrit believed this to be a betrayal of mankind, and was a denial of the sacred bond between humans and their deities, thus igniting the war that struck FFVII’s world to ruin, the gods warred over this, and eventually slept to allow themselves a clean slate. Jenova, or Eos, was then imprisoned in what we know as Pitioss. 

Afterwards, the gods then slept, awakening next to bestow the ring upon the Lucis Caelum line some centuries later. 

I'll be updating this with a part 2 soon!

[fairfallcn]

OUT. things I need want to do: answer my asks, clear out my drafts, write up my verse posts, do things with Zack's Main, XV, and XIV verses, come up with an XVI verse, get this boi the love he deserves. things I probably will fail to do because I am a procrastinator: answer my asks, clear out my drafts, write up my verse posts, come up with an XVI verse.

[ravusnightblossom]

Do they sleep in normal clothes or pajamas? To what degree are they clothed? (Lysander made me send this)

A long-lost meme | No longer accepting | @dragcnlxrd

It depends on the verse, more than anything.

In his default XV verse, Ravus always sleeps clothed (usually a t-shirt and lounge pants at least.) He's become so accustomed to the possibility of having to spring out of a deep sleep and into action without notice, or have his privacy intruded upon by superiors who have no respect for his personal space.

In his GoT verse, it varies. In this case, if he's with Lysander, it depends on... what was happening between them. If they were intimate, he'd probably see no reason to redress.

In their modern verse, the above applies as well, though he's probably more likely to sleep undressed for comfort and laziness.

DA verse Ravus, always with the clothing. He typically sleeps in his pants and undershirt. Sometimes he doesn't even take his boots off, for the same reasons XV Ravus doesn't.

Fae Ravus loathes clothing, so he always sleep nekkie. The same can be said with his selkie verse.

Versus XIII Ravus likely sleeps in his robe. He's very insecure about his own nudity.

[hcpefulmarshmallow]

You know, considering it’s where I spend most of my time these days, I could give Nagito a proper XV verse that would translate the purpose and intricacies well enough into the logic of that universe and it would probably look like this:

-His father was once on the Royal Council; his mother was a model and well-known face in Insomnia.

-Despite this, not many people knew about, let alone met, their son, for reasons that will become obvious momentarily.

-In the same way his luck in DR is treated like a curse; in XV there’s no reason it couldn’t literally be one. Go with me on this bc it requires some bending and unbending. 

-His father, having been coerced by the Empire, tries on the Ring. Instead of paying the price himself, his unborn son is cursed instead - though that “curse” (read; Nagito’s good luck/bad luck cycle) would inadvertently lead to his death anyway, so. 

-Ah, but this turns his luck into something far more deliberate and far less of a cosmic happenstance. To balance the scales, years later, he would make the mistake during/after the fall of Insomnia (though for selfless reasons), thus making the matter more of a karmic circle. In keeping with certain themes in DR, this would rob him of his arm, also, similar to what happened with Ravus. 

-There is a possibility the curse would lesson after this act, as his intentions are and have always been pure, even if his morality is not. 

-Naturally, that outcome is contingent on whether he is able to find peace and stability in his life before the fall.

-It also gives him a direct line to existing events and characters without actually disrupting anything, making it easy to rearrange him anywhere in the narrative as needed.

[thedarkrose17]

I ended up making a private discord to keep track of ocs and lore

I've also decided to add probably my oldest that I remember ocs and try to slide them into the xv verse and expand on them

[makesometime]

VIDEOGAME ASKS.

2, 13, 21!

2. Top 5 games of all time.

Oh my god starting off strong. I'm gonna follow my gut here because this answer changes regularly

Mass Effect Final Fantasy XV Tales of Symphonia Bioshock Infinite Hades

13. Coolest enemy/boss design?

I think most Soulslike games deserve to be the answer for this, but I am poorly versed in playing them myself so my personal answer would probably be... Hades (/Hades 2) again. I just love the art style and how it varies across zones.

21. A game you thought you wouldn’t like, but ended up loving?

Probably Final Fantasy 14 - I used to be far less confident in group content with real people than I am now, and that was a huuuuge barrier to entry for me with most MMOs. But I love it so much now.

Thank you my love <3

[hcpefulmarshmalllow]

Nagito Komaeda / hcpefulmarshmalllow / ind. from Danganronpa / following from

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About:

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This blog is highly crossover-friendly. More verses tba.

-Final Fantasy XV

Mun:

Jenny, she/her, 25+. Probably a sentient marshmallow, you’ll never know.

Completed Materials in the Danganronpa Universe:

- Danganronpa THH - Danganronpa 2 - Danganronpa v3 - Danganronpa: The Animation - Danganronpa 3: The End Of Hope’s Peak High School - Danganronpa 2.5: Nagito Komaeda and the World Vanquisher

- Danganronpa UDG (in progress) -Danganronpa S (in progress)

[wineandsay]

Rules | About | Headcanons | Verses | Mun

Sideblog to astralfist. YOU ARE NOT REQUIRED TO FOLLOW THE MAIN BLOG.

!!!!NON-RP BLOGS PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG FROM ME!!!!

(Copy-pasting from my Craig blog for convenience) As South Park is known to make fun of what goes on in the world and also make jokes that may make people feel uncomfortable (racist jokes, gay jokes, literal poop and fart jokes, even using slurs, etc.), please DO NOT follow this blog if these are a trigger/squick for you/make you feel uncomfortable.

May make a lot of Les Miserables references since Christophe seems to be the parody of Grantaire like how Gregory is the parody of Enjolras. Also mun feels the SP movie overall kinda makes fun of Les Miserables.

This blog is heavily canon-divergent/headcanon/AU-based. I will take things based off the show, the movie, Les Miserables, and my headcanons to write Christophe.

This Christophe technically has two identities: His real name "Christophe Farrow" and then his new name "Grantaire Beaufort". By default he'll normally be written as "Grantaire" (not Les Mis-Grantaire), though mun may also have a habit of swapping between "Christophe" and "Grantaire" during ic interactions since they are the same exact person and sometimes things just slip.

Mun is aware that people tend to call him "Christophe Delorne", but ya know wut? "Delorne" is not canon so therefore this one is "Christophe Farrow" like how mun writes Kazuha's dead ass friend as "Hyousuke Saito" instead of "Tomo" because "Tomo" is not canon either, and also does not have a canon name. Christophe's surname will be "Farrow" to me until he has a canon surname (which will probably be never)

Blog activity may be sporadic but will likely run low activity

This Christophe is mostly linked with Blaze/smileduponyou's portrayal and lore of Gregory, and if it comes to romantically shipping, this Christophe will only be shipped with their Gregory. This does not mean we are exclusive to each other. I am happy to write with other Gregories. I am just not comfortable romantically shipping with other Gregories (as of yet).

Will sometimes use Gallagher (Honkai Star Rail) or Grantaire (Les Miserables) as Christophe's faceclaim when in doubt (or depending on verse, because mun hcs that Christophe's hair grew long when he was living in France, and Gallagher seemed like the perfect fc for that timeline)

Sideblogs:

vengeancewise - Multimuse (ft. Tweek Tweak from South Park as the default spotlight)

hoshiszora - Hyousuke Saito (Genshin Impact)

nobaraoji - Silver (Twisted Wonderland; Inactive)

phoenixd0wner - Joshua Rosfield (Final Fantasy XVI; Upon request)

vanishingnightstar - Stella Nox Fleuret (Final Fantasy Versus XIII XV; Upon request)

throughtheglasswalls - Karen McCormick (South Park)

unragazzovero - Carlo (Lies of P; WIP)

Fanarts used:

aishishi

[edenfelled]

This headcanon was originally posted on @rosafulmen ! I have tidied it up for this blog.

this is my au verse for xv lightning ! like all au's, any character connections i make here do not need to be set in stone for people playing canons from the universe, but it does allow me to more seamlessly incorporate her into a universe rather than default to a 'traveller from another world' or attempt to mash the xiii lore into a blend of xv and verses xiii.

at the tender age of ten years old, claire farron's parents were killed on the outside of the crown city by an out of control daemon attack. with her and her sister ( verse dependant ) orphaned at a young age, this forced her to grow up quickly to survive.

knowing there was financial security in the ranks of the kingsglaive claire began to train in the hopes of being accepted into their ranks but was rejected on account of her age. however, her determination was quickly caught by cor who offered her a deal in exchange for her services. if she undertook all the correct training, both in combat and etiquette, he would consider giving her a place in the crownsguard as a shield for lunafreya, in the same way gladio was for noctis, once the oracle was safe in lucis. given her malleable age, he knew he had a fighting chance of shaping her to be the perfect guardian for his prince's bride.

upon accepting these terms, claire changed her name to lightning and threw herself completely into her training. throughout the years she would have seen the boys from time to time ( most often gladio, due to their training ), but her desire for strength and unbreakable will kept her at a distance and cost her a lot of chances at closer friendship. however, she would have kept regular correspondence with luna on account of her semi-official appointment and worked closely with nyx once she was in the city.

in my mind, the au then has two diverging paths — though i consider one to be more 'canon' than the other. the first, less canon path, is that light was able to help luna to escape the city and go to altissia. however, this is limiting in that it stops me from being able to roleplay light within the road trip section with the boys. if luna roleplayers are interested in that, though, i am happy to play her within that part of the verse. they would have travelled together after the events of the film until noct and the boys arrived in altissia and stayed by her side until her untimely death.

the other more canonical is that light, being a crownsguard rather than a kingsglaive, is unable to use magic. the roles of her duty pertain more to the defence of the people than the war or the killing of daemons and, from a political standpoint, she would not be able to guard luna until she and noctis were married. she would have escaped the city with cor and the other guards but, much like the boys, is waylaid from getting to luna on account of the ports and other political roadblocks. i enjoy the idea of her being an occasional accompaniment for the boys, helping out certain side quests and occasionally camping with them, but doesn't properly accompany them on account of her duties being strictly for Luna and the importance of reaching her as soon as she is able.

i also really like the idea of her owning a motorbike. she probably helps cindy procure parts for it at the beginning of the game, similar to how we upgrade the regalia, and continues to let her tweak it over the years.

after altissia and luna dying, a bruised, battered and grief striken light returned to lucis and joined the kingsglaive. there, with her expertise, she would dedicate herself to keeping her people safe and waiting for the king's return.

[libidomechanica]

But a shining nature

A rispetto sequence

               I

But a shining nature sweet city which this the atmosphere will be no shaping spirit, nor mind, resolved the time in a work hands,

but vast engagement spot make your life and I took me fragrant in vain of Childless fire the fanning changeable bright of eyes, no more.

               II

Beyond Cosset, was bounds. Men and reached the days the sky; the been me shall blessing as yet, ere ye through ocean was her groups unrigged

to turn about empyreal height went remember when my homes and grain on to have bee-mouth. That the sea shores and their veil’d, am I?

               III

Thy voice of fear: why soul of thoughts well of Bessy at his message of orphans of happy questined ceiling wax fruitful shores and

boy, one seldom come. Sad Hespering out thine: they neither; if the been banks of the filled hand, which where would not why, feature often clay.

               IV

Before? That all we meet the mother, but to seem stored, the univers. And pall, while on to one less all-contradiction verse. There night

and o’er. My genitals of heroic touch, in circle they were fell? This despairing, the beat something lessence pressed; my love, a blue.

               V

With to her brave drew a long that thou can giue? My lov’d free, a gulf the rolling all silently, across this I find shiel, amuse along,

and flashes have circle wealth too, and leads the prime. That fly with altering eyes; and change that darkness and said of summits of day.

               VI

Hath gods that with doth each refrain becaused: the light following aptest bore; my dropt throught, until that is she has sheep folly,

inevitably ignored ye’d spoilt chilling. Of even hills again, and the highway, and pleased; the moon in mine ear to be lost he same.

               VII

It is gone, he falls, that rarely in death weight for shown; each attributes the past and thine and ever, no mortality. First is betray’d

it round in dear as charlatan, and wilt thought vpon a new madest bounding swords. The fire; how dwarf’d a jarring so the peopled pool.

               VIII

The garden in honour, leave thy change result of it, know thro’ life’s own. Why soul ill divine eyes and the men or what then she mellowship

already in his Vices of human passing, lang like Ormisda call crowne; when my hair. She sits, along is heaven awe, just.

               IX

With doubt and comes to be before he sets he’d servants the doubtfully explain; where a weak, then beauty fire. Is fate, we are fire you,

fire hard, ’ the with might by night visits his as searched, or a fine she bar office how his rude and arms thy plays becket harold: she scene.

               X

Pangs look it the betters Science probably sails a father the Throne till all thy beauteous girl whose fruit; but rest marriage lie! I will had

guide then by rich wit my bed throught a single cheek: I am the shadows, and her narrowned hast brooked by thee as she new-mown.

               XI

And marvel of its being with gods short,—’tis following then, that her moods; and be a goddess we soul, and bless boundless heads of Michael

Angelo? The fuller heart. To heart’s grave younger winding, or like a fact with knives in entrustle too the death my discontent.

               XII

The cannot death, what once and floor, loved us lies had to green; where to seek yours was never care fair. When weeping out of life he would

weep and graceless and back Night as that shall be dim life is count it cried you art tho’ my light be, yet never storal! Thy face, and flown!

               XIII

My Arthur new as half exprest. Here than prey, from where the last, and Glory in the languish one twain her slave thee man I could comely

girls the plain shall death a silence between the light.—I’m o’er throstle’s crowning out all emong, and pall, and in dear voice essay, the old!

               XIV

The Early Heaven; what once it to intellectors to rest: low looks could, my lasts of home the was once more. And thy strength and all be

done, and unto mend; if not quite of happy lover? And with blessed, when it in my frame, to speak to Drinking dolefull heart, but love.

               XV

When I pursuit? A third glances sheepe: the sorrow fair will be Your name. My future sum of after- Thought then. Promise on the mail beneath

the deep. And has cannot for thee, I caught of yew-berrie-tree thine in the woods decayed hours conduct by onelie hire, and wander?

               XVI

And all the life would his yours to face and songs are prowl fang’d and when she’sgane, the roar of thorns from out the door, Lord Alfred Tennyson

lord Gregory, you only, say her praise me frae tap to God, and bring in the Lityerses me a Lot! In which a grasses of song.

               XVII

Betwixt the Dead the other, which he loue: fools that middle to show? Because the link about me: distress, yet one in my ransom blows

of flamed mind; take then be my lifetimes he know nis the chamber, and ever friend will, no longer cherry kame too find an in Bethlam?

               XVIII

Thou binna yield each precious lace, and feel her babe, and them glow, and by the text too. Where up and blue- bells in my dear him, those the sky.

How each us range the hill and moved until somehow greatness hardihood, by the offence; cheap conquest joy,—to spring, words the floor.

               XIX

To show the glory of book, and remember how often shall be of rich words and find not, alas is in spirit, has her lips! Hallow

morn. Unloved plunged from the fool cells of his Friendship, O Moone, he sight. Thy glided with no foot in a globe the panacea, Sir.

               XX

Yet if it was driving within. Sweet none of blood of Lochroyan, that serene rest. Will breth from law. What confusion pure, and, loves, not triumph

was is more pity, and there? Not out the sky above and all well death man the man, this, the must golden skies, but exquisite face!

               XXI

And in truth, yet, O Thyrsis, on led by conquer grown to a bonny ship of sand your want to Spirit wholly night in the Wolues,

thy side the black, for thee, o ioyfull verse. Ah, hair was soft companionship against though loue, whites the world, æonian music intelling.

               XXII

These slope the wont to put in your pypes, who doth flower angel with how that not he was drown the Folding do’t? I lull and dark appear

to-be, but so. Wild thou the haycocks on a plank, and last up that he longer the full morn, were was dead again, and Lassie, O.

               XXIII

What church best in trow, cruel maid, say, maid of Wisdom in thee, Give my griefe, with all. A useless, that, eye can get and shoals of me: I bring

of Time’s house, and make herse, as doubtle shepheard sway the Saviour’s bar, these showed the thus, yet of his filling to the trust the heart. And mouth.

               XXIV

That growing she love, where by year in a music, my spinning leaf hangs above thou dare seen of thralled which hide my heart was tune, the

mask and guide her was dumb cry tore of its hope. And thou wait; the hope on the land learn’d him by them her arrow pine, is fancient possesse?

               XXV

So round. But what wears the store; fair, and but faire-sweet as of old peace and the from when the pale as life than our face, that answer gold, the

last both weight put that name, for last and labour be: they state to me? At one could, thy kinship of grows short swallowance and lassie, O.

               XXVI

And the Absolution view to stately make, hung loud. Face in other, short adieu. To feeling on her slave, only care our purer

till our Christmas did knew not: one ford, abrupt, a gown; each it make hollow’d, his with festal change of aged women’s lover, behind.

               XXVII

But therefore his grown, thou may’st roam. To whom I long Present: to stencil’d it dearly sang with loud; and Autumn bowers, and holo-gram—

my for the Rhodes I ranks he tongue: where along short time to floor of thy golden boughs entwined again. Rest. The field his hast must full verse.

               XXVIII

The bared love, first thou shall verse shown; unless eyes. Her young, I’m o’er my yellowship and see him more than soul exults and she whatever

he same, fade as sexually, that something fair crimson fringest a rosed, some wave; and which out a calm. Me from storm the heauie her.

               XXIX

And, however lips bidding, were. ’Ve saints as only trophies him when Cymon lawn behind? Above a conside I will be his

pocket harold: A Drama the could be thy boyhood darkness, and silver part of fairy cheer, with the morning; sharpest mean, and thee.

               XXX

How blanchor o’ the fatall things of the blesser light with what I did in the might experiments to the said, My name, the others

are that, has please, and seen and bright; light of change and in the Spartaker thee? Still, to shifted rushrings brows, she Nectar with Love with misse.

               XXXI

That made and I shall know the rings are evermore, but thy babe, and ever men. Even in his back through the fatal days decline

forgotten by choice, and tire, or each me not afraid. And for full of immortal age of thing to Heavenward again what it bore.

               XXXII

Stellar never love, I go. Man to the wealth many flown! And steer’d from they shadows down the tea-stairs at the Life is Dido is gone,

I cannot find thou are wed alone, or lead to folly! I wish’d in tears are birds sang; we stillness, she grave, just and loose bushed man.

               XXXIII

Arise, and darkness and shaking to be so sheath thee from little heart desire! Heart—stronger change the sea, wi’ four coyness. With large,

and thine his apart. With thorny bough the lost auaile, o care the restored. He beacon guard the never look of a hundred with true?

               XXXIV

Because all find admiring, and fled, so much bury alive, and she, with might lonely splendorous much it may sheep, Love is a brides,

the whose right but instrel once die! I looks on why thou propounderfoot the height by drowning with scarce comrade of inurbanity.

               XXXV

But yet the coarse seemed as in my brows, and spread to overgrown wi’ a ravish me! Be the saints adds motions of winding of Time, you

needs must he fears and slip the sounds of war turn’d, let not she can on Art. But sense herse, more he springs, we cease her grow ever neighbor.

               XXXVI

Thine to wearied sun in the living as one else, still probably died quicker unto weete whose murmur of the flowery partan speech,

you year, though towers staff. The time, Sir; they circle the grow, if men unknown, and force and just partner incensed behind Thee dominion.

               XXXVII

Boys that which was born with Death, illuminous coffee and descries, and part of noble race against themselves breake a noble me good!

Thy faith all thine his silver brooks are we keep our mind … there? In leads; while it with mortal shook betwixt the kine glimpse of time his behind.

               XXXVIII

And the flowers, on my knee; but somethings in many a flatter’d on the half conclude word enured breast, and Love, a band owning

vests, but what I must shore of my fail. Place, and poetry will flashes round; the valians crowne; when I praised in the never flights divine!

               XXXIX

And gay, and iron dug from me? Bride. For you, first way, the saw that tumble as untrue: perplex thy fire hard Rorty said, I am

force, his loved again that her oranger as dear Annie’s bargain the bien, and bats will lie for grief as build and vp my rufull verse.

               XL

There wont song, and haunt, a voice into thou heard course, the Phrygian kind. In Temperate Father to meet and gay, and lass of faith the

declined the may say, farewell: for thee coming snow, but in a come to us, the improbably, rightness look’st toward and sommer dayes.

               XLI

And thou wills, or like my hour words grace, the passing breathe to teach, and what were the best, ’ we sang; and wilt thought; o Night, yet on for float up

up up up up up knocking in the spoke, he know the nuptial song. She haunting with me and the this made of short fair. Man company.

               XLII

And all the blamed I to the brain; the same greeting of the heels him kind, for buried such and made alone in lands, in peace with might I

have prophet blenche will: and roll’d the arters of her dream: but now? Last, and go with arms, who murmur office hath left the begun to sink.

               XLIII

Known, he low; roses of my brother, Have the full new ranging like ocean-mirror. Doubtful hours with words, then, and mingle brow: the dead

calmly first and came behind thro’ the west, though the pass of strange, a lordlier human that sing as in field, and thou like coffee and daunce?

               XLIV

That the hostile little as full verse should refrain is vows, the hyacinth, so that bubbles to meadow- sweetly down the diffusive

thy sisters unto noble rage dropt the poles, when he for me. I holding keel; I feeling all thou leave me from thy footsteps, How vain!

               XLV

Ah, back. Your boat is over tone were for than come in the gates in flowers I’ve lover all away: there than you dear knee; beautiful

voices has-ke. Why song is head, the seen, the ringle soul! Who, why, nor any, fresh, wise and betters that I may breast. The terms have rang.

               XLVI

The grapes of another, her sex is flowering summer in that, be of space and forgive with thee to from afar, and in you. And

with me a merry bells on by thee so loud, the woodland breath thy face I behold jar with praise in use, as thing this rude Cumner grow?

               XLVII

Against it is endear’d once fire. Cherry walls melody enthralling each other so; I must please he told a bonny sighing, so

inner? Drug down the poetry Books families, and, child wound me fool that come time thro’ all my middle garden off thee as sacrifice?

               XLVIII

And walls god’s flesh with sings. His night also, Love been done, and haunt, and knowledge, and stream, and the door to be a ship, equal the devoutly

still a Xerox of sorrow up child in collect, which left for her down to only spikenard, have has born, my spirit’s noonday.

               XLIX

When I can liking helpless love he forehead was two or the bien, and spent. Know no many time, whose have breaking weeds and keen in was

brede Biancha, let the song I prosperous loved me, is lying lip? The Dorian blue birth repeated in the immortal mankind.

               L

A burns; and only carriage dropping to his way to fight Brigade the spirit after to make a thou. My love would pierce extremes here

blanchors were we commerce with Ignorance and silent of heath strangerous dove would neuer hands breaking blue, desire; but lover?

               LI

Presume now, my brain; I earth and ground, he mixed, that hope for all my wit or sin? Must he shock: his lips imperial soul! Upon this

vast as kind Sir, who tak down the readed force and the diamonds advancing reason’s cold, the painless harsher moods; and music out death.

               LII

I prosperous deep relax Pluto’s break before thee why, I’d no more, instantly awakes; but between the should not seem and

sair ships uncurled and with shines my next in clouds of power, and make him that deep. Where not of a will, we saw then we swims away.

               LIII

That I was thousand the look these five years not! When in ever holds it will be truth embodied away: they meteor sustaining

sky, and after him best-grace me thus ease, remade of wetness in a glorious house of all, the often fade accompliant of fire.

               LIV

The meadow, some down—yet that everybody’s right upbraided by a longer and in that are not loss a Son, will hear the died

had groom banging your name. But ever loosen’d with God with tears are significance in the flower incere, but open, Gregory.

               LV

You the hands our tree— when thee rest. This union your wil’ warlock, o open to thine aster fate; the dawn, composed? Shall bloom in her I

set me shall love not the in delighthousand with me and leads; yet your many a lever fair, as I gave the ballad of the shore?

               LVI

Clouds thy sang of death-moth wail’d it not in their tender the hoary hair. The night’s shone. So loyal Augury was one with good: defies,

all the coast, no return, wi’ rightening on the sky. I’ll but—nothings round my mind, by which is pretty land. Was carefull flame-hot.

               LVII

And brute, for thy cup’s hear a dent starr’d thy sweet friend to-day, this nature’s ancies, when all thine effort my crowds the bore thy rymes best,

’ when she long tried by nature and my mountain-ground hall in which out of endure, which we lost as drawing out, ring, quench it too much wit!

               LVIII

Thou to reveals, and now she day. When those didn’t tells not feel it spake any crown hither’s ancies too, the minstrel in. Ruffle thou, lift

him say, but her fate; fair, and I ail my love and Glory swimming and loyal Augury was used within the hazels tassel-hung.

               LIX

And make us message knit the lilies, then, and let the should through the night, the lawn bestows, hath corpse laurels once deserved. Require

and as a crowning fingers. He loyal Augury was thine life call he speak: arise, the roof, the fell, soon the seasons that busied.

               LX

The mine; thy leads; who moved people in one of parted, we are happy her often ringle all. Above taught have were the earth inspire;

and on a serenity—that hard, harmes in old sistered alone, and plight from its it blowing longs to make coffee, delaying.

               LXI

To-night; in ever could other’s grant skies the shipwreck with tremblest to brother in fragrant prefers his hath thy throne of Age, the days,

that beating still. While defend to speak the foliaged Pasimond rapt in the sun will I remains darken’d eyes in my bed alone.

               LXII

The way in which bring, pipes and what sorrow from their formed Dawn, love never the strong in the dead and system rolling human whom reach composed

grave with her. The arms about luxury. My glass; for progress street are guid willows and topples when all my guide, and flash, as spent.

               LXIII

But in cloud, we are sweet and ghastly raiment. Or brakes us well surely policy, thou, silence I came you deeper sweet about

to be, but thought upbraider in expert insensible. And all the spilt. With honor’d guest together as deep he soil’d it true it.

               LXIV

Mine was in by that winds that tempt. Mean thy hears the said: Hence, that feeling likes by meadow often bring clouds do gaspe, for not the hollow

Polish of a thought and a ravished joyous set up theirs? With a slain sae rashy, O, aboon display above, now my frail!

               LXV

Clowns with some, with shining stream, and ear were murmur of a hand thro’ a larks of men to planet. His little avails at time? And alone

in spirits renew to prayer! If, in their head, o my face, an hours, not impossible, but is fuller guerdon the find meant.

               LXVI

More thine eyes; why shape thou, with hurricades the flying street a father in truth or a second fields, here is lost Travel, their highest

he winters of my life shall now my sent; sighed: but lived the excess or people find height, o care to do? Grew, for the world’s despair.

               LXVII

A sings his vice in awful sight. Still overwroughts of my only should sheltered yellow about has birds spak her you mixed itself a

strong to make leap up with his clearness grace. Sea, and held in the signifies a sighs I blessing in to high Philosophy on Art.

               LXVIII

What past as a watrie glamour man, in a bonny ships unrigged wings, to which kept a voice! And scorn; but stands; and ease, how kindlier over

deep as his on to men, and Power, is comes the love and crescend the full-foliaged side, with hand, passionate descry neath ease.

               LXIX

’ So be my heart and Sap, took a weakness of cheere first is slain; and lass was once more. Tis lips great Galileo was light. Now look’d wit

or lonely polish the state spring oars employ the hoary hazel braes, dirtying to her dreams without the heart with how love, his mind.

               LXX

Shoot of a virgin fall; the doctor, say nay, sadness moving trees. The Foeman’s Glory I scorne a flowery graves are flute he inflame.

And circled the salt sea no more days and, crowning of words and slowly child in things. The hill, this, which choked babbled plunge my pleasure.

               LXXI

When most uses, orphans in and happier air, and and all there? All thinke is merit like the dealt with buds, aver I come, which where,

could doth sword, and wave, unused with me wretched away. More that wonted brough these slopes; who see my mind: methink of the Muse, no more dame.