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Happy pride everyone enjoy some mischievious little nonbinary creatures born from dead childrens residual aether! ...And Statice! Who is only one of those things (mischievious)!
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Happy pride everyone enjoy some mischievious little nonbinary creatures born from dead childrens residual aether! ...And Statice! Who is only one of those things (mischievious)!
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boy get your BIGASS ears outta the caption
HOLY SHIT FF XVI IS OUT IN 3 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Final Fantasy IV Pixel Remaster - Episode 30
In which we maybe attempt regicide, and find part of a rat a nice new home.
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Lounging
Not pictured: black mages throwing glitter in the background for that shoujo effect.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
*Sees one (1) Ignoct gif and immediately writes fic*
Arid: (of land or a climate) having little or no rain; too dry or barren to support vegetation."hot and arid conditions", lacking in interest, excitement, or meaning. Cold: of or at a low or relatively low temperature, especially when compared with the human body. lacking affection or warmth of feeling; unemotional.
They say the priest of the temple might as well have been a living statue with the way he carried himself. He rarely spoke to anyone unless it was in regards to the goddess he served, the Frost Queen Shiva, even then he might as well have been her child. His emotions lacking warmth, his eyes even cold.
Squall, Leon, High priest. He was merely her subject that did as she bid, nothing more. The tunic he wore was the color if his Goddesses magic, shades of blue, silver and sheer white that made him seem as if she had frozen him as well. It was a surprise the dark brown of his hair was not streaked white with frost.
He knew the whispers spoken by those who visited, or others from another temple. Considering he was the only one to attend to Lady Shiva...the comments were not without some hint of truth.
The priest could be found kneeling at the base of the temples statue, head to the ground as he muttered the prayers, the sheer fabric showed off the curve of his back as, in this state...he never heard the sound of footsteps entering the chambers