✘ MERRY MAN ;

BOLD the ones that apply to your muse. italicize the ones that may vary by verse.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked //  tyger tyger, burning bright  // i have done it again.  // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night.  // let us go then, you and i, //  april is the cruelest month,  //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies. //  there is a place where the sidewalk ends  // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  // whose woods these are i think i know  //  let us twain walk aside from the rest;  //  once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,  // i taught myself to live simply and wisely  // it so happens i am sick of being a man  //  i wandered lonely as a cloud  //  does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  //  o my luve is like a red, red rose  // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; //  out of the night that covers me,  //  it was many and many a year ago,  // you may write me down in history  // do not stand at my grave and weep  // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.  //  hope is the thing with feathers  //  the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,  // no man is an island,

remember me when i am gone away,  // i met a traveller from an antique land //  ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves  // this is thy hour o soul, //  when we wear the mask that grins and lies,  //  death be not proud, //  and death shall have no dominion.  //  laugh, and the world laughs with you;  // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand  //  is there anybody there? said the traveler // nobody heard him, the dead man,  //  that crazed girl improving her music.  // come to me in the silence of the night; //  where the mind is without fear and the head is held high //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  //  in flanders’ fields the poppies blow  // i thought of you and how you love this beauty //  life, believe, is not a dream //  it may be misery not to sing at all,  //  if starry space no limit knows

come live with me and be my love,  // had we but world enough and time,  //  my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– //  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways.  //  heaven is what i cannot reach ! //  my dear, my dear, i know  // in visions of the dark night //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty,  // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

TAGGED BY; @laceur​ ♥ ( ty for the tag! <3 )

         The flock had up and flown away; a storm of nightshade wings sailing into that of nearby trees, watching from only a few feet away as her comrade waved to them a solemn wave of farewell. The mission that drove her initial approach was to ask only for small talk— for interesting characters, so simply strewn about Chrom’s army, strode throughout the camp. For people were would always have tongues to speak, she would grant them the ears she possessed to listen to their winding stories.

         ❝ I came for nothing in particular, Henry: just the opportunity to learn more about my allies. It seems you are quite at peace whence an animal is nearby— do you have a particular favorite? ❞

    ❛ Animals ? Oh, yeah, sure —— I’ve gotta lot of animal friends. I make them wherever I go. I love them ! They pretty much raised me. ❜

he allows a satisfied nod to pass by —— it seems more than ANYTHING did animals cherish him the most. beyond his abuse did he find his peace with those on four-legs — perhaps sometimes two — never passing up the moment to remember a certain three-legged bear he had made friends with. if only inquired he’d likely spill such a past to the woman in front of him —— the more concerning problem of whenever he told these tales, was if the informed would even take him SERIOUSLY.

✘ — tsuritama ep 2. sentence starters.

   ❛ Giving UP ? ❜ 

herne repeated, near ASTOUNDED as a snowstorm of laughter escaped his morbid tongue. the battle was still NEIGH  —— with the amount of enemy knights on the opposing force, herne’s magic could prove quite ADVANTAGEOUS in the moment. still, he found no use just HANGING BACK, being guarded by the paladin, just because of some MAJOR WOUNDS. the plan was to deliver him to an on-battle healer  —— whom were stationed WAYS away from where they were placed.

✘ — tsuritama ep 2. sentence starters.

an offhanded SHRUG as the dark mage traces the divine edges of a reeking box —— face CONCERNED with moreof when he would be able to RELEASE IT’S MAGIC than olivia’s fear. there was still a smile sewn across his countenance —— truly his sign for no remorse. the young man was eager to escape the conversation, just so he could have his little FUN.

telling the tale of his old ACADEMY LIFE  —— or rather, what had BEEN —— always stained the dark mage’s memory with pages of memoirs &&. memories that only spelled out PAIN. pain that both crawled his intestines &&. his heart —— with which he believed he lacked dearly. it was almost SPELLBOUNDING how cruel fate was to such an innocent boy —— o’ wonder with his silver locks, cursed to a life of blooded hands &&. bruised knuckles —— yet he show no sign of reluctance when asked of the library.

     ❛ Though, I gotta say  ——— life there wasn’t the most CAWTASTIC. ❜

the swoop of the princess's feet was one too HASTE ——— it was virtually astonishing, the dark mage's celerity. 'twas not for his expeditious cerebrating could the royal have fallen to DEATH'S arms at the hands of vallite archers. most hearts would be PUMPING ——— feared for their own sakes of lives ——— but  herne felt nothing but familiarity. an outlandish feeling, the boldness of battle ——— intrepid enough to endure whacks of pain —— heartbeat tattooing low, despite the perilous situation he had placed himself upon.

     ❛ Are you okay, Princess Sakura ? Coulda been knockin’ on death’s door there ! ❜

words carried with such a LIGHTHEARTED tone, it’s difficult to take anything that falls from yerhn’s mouth to a point of serious input —— that was what he was, such a MELLOW fellow. handing off a towel on hand, younger visage still held with smiles as he wrung out a handful of rabil’s locks.

     ❛ Looks like you were the victim of my little water-bucket-over-the-door prank !! Nyaha, CLASSIC !  ❜

     ❛ Sorry Cherche ! Hold on ——  ❜

once his apology is clear into the open, henry sways his arms towards the MURDER of crows —— ones tending to henry so dear, as if he were a father to them all. despite initial seem, henry was much more GENTLE with animals than he was with humans —— humans that disembodied &&. destroyed him. regardless, sometimes his allies came first — once the crows cawed away into the high distance, henry collected himself again.

     ❛ Now then ! What’s it that you need ? ❜