Dec 4, 2018
crowncoded replied to your post: @dragonaea Apparently Noct having crabs is not...
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crowncoded replied to your post: @dragonaea Apparently Noct having crabs is not...
finally justive
JUSTICE FUCK
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☆ - happy headcanon
Headcanon Meme || No longer accepting
☆ - happy headcanon
Pilgrimage Verse - FFX
The night she became a bonafide Summoner. And although that was enough to make her happy, it’s what happened after the village fell asleep that will always bring a smile.
Knowing that her & the rest were leaving with the promise of never returning, she found it difficult to sleep a wink. So, as quietly as she could, Yuna slipped down to her favorite place on Besaid - the cove. There, with nothing more than the moon serving as her only light, she experienced what it was like to pad the water’s surface for the first time.
It was truly a singular joy & had she been caught by one of her guardians, she would have explained it away as simply ‘practicing’ the art of sending…should she have to preform such rites along their journey ( which they did on their first stop… ).
How long was she down there? A secret she keeps to herself. But the sun was beginning to rise once naked feet met the shoreline again so…it was quite a while. And though she no longer needs to dance to preform the sending, she’ll carry that one memory with her forever; when it was an innocent happiness…& not something that represented death and despair.
crowncoded replied to your post: �� and idk vague blogging i guess
Unironically, vague blogging often leads to MORE miscommunication.
EXACTLY
¿ - pretend I'm on Noctis so he can give Allen the most awkward head pat ever cause he's stupid thanks
After blinking up at Noctis, Allen is smiling. How could he not, when the head pat felt warm, no matter how awkward it was. If he was a dog, his figurative tail was wagging. In fact, Timcanpy, perched on his shoulder, wagged his own tail for Allen.
@crowncoded ♥’d for a lyric starter no sound but the wind -- editors
“we can never go home -- we no longer have one.”
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crowncoded replied to your post: “Why the fuck is a food recipe blog following...
Maybe they’re trying to tell you you need to eat more ��
“Fuck off.”
her bow is strung at the ready to shoot at the current hunt she has undertaken. however, just as she is about to let loose her arrow, she sees the appearance of a sword & it is now plunged deep into her target. lowering her bow, she is just about to congratulate the person for taking it down when she realizes who it is. never has she seen him before in person, but of course, she has heard of his likeness & seen brief pictures. yes, she knew he had escaped the citadel, but there were still reports out there that he was dead.
❛ --prince noctis?! ❜
@crowncoded // sc.
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Aryn felt the newcomer seconds before he showed into her living room. Her magic had spiked in a manner she easily recognized, and she had gently told her Pokemon to stay in her room. Then she took the stairs down, watching as her living room had furnitures like any normal living room, except all formed into ice.
So her magic was cautious but not hostile, making it easy to pretend everything had been carved, that Aryn didn’t have to say it was her own magic.
Her blue eyes landed on the man that showed, and concern flashed as he looked... tired. Drained?
“Sir?” Aryn asked softly, taking a step closer before pausing. Her gaze was guarded, but held genuine worry. “How did you..? Are you okay?”
It seemed that making sure the man was not hurt won over feeling cautious, though Aryn didn’t try to step closer for now.