Zell Dincht

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Still my favourite FF boss character design.

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Seifer is my all-time fav FF chara

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I haven’t finished the latest DFFOO chapter but I’m enjoying it! Zell’s an absolute favorite of mine and Squall’s also a favorite and I’m enjoying their screentime and Squall worrying about Zell and Laguna is cute to me idk (also cute: everyone in the party being used to Squall at this point, haha)

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For all of you Kingdom Hearts fans out there.

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So for part of my day off, I'm hanging with my ma to go to the store. Hopefully it won't eat up the whole day just to find a couple of things in the store.

Holler if you need me.

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fujxn·:

   “NEGATIVE.”

   SHE replies immediately to merely one of his many spewed questions, for his panic draws her amusement. His general movements, though, draw the eyes of the crowd, a fact that she did not with to encourage. With expectancy, she tilts her head, silver brow raised in judgement of his floundering.

   “SIT. PUPPY.”

      When Fujin said she hadn’t been listening, Zell gave an annoyed frown. There was no better worse feeling than being  ignored in Zell’s opinion. And if Fu wasn’t going to listen, then there was little reason in flailing about. Sighing Zell would ignore her command to sit and would instead eat what started the whole mess to begin with. Picking the sweetroll off of the plate Zell would eat it in a few bites.

      He would glance over at Fujin lazily before trying to feign a look that he hadn’t been paying attention. “Sorry what? I couldn’t hear you,” he attempted to lie poorly.

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Final Fantasy VIII (1999)

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fujxn·:

   No longer could she agree with Seifer’s assessment, of Dincht’s great likeness to a chicken; not when the image of Dincht actually fetching the sweet remains branded && lingering in her mind. The blankness of her features threatens to break with some vague show of mirth, and she has to duck her head to avoid that unfortunate reveal.

   “SWEET-TOOTH?”

      “Are you even listening to me!?” In spite of Fujin’s habit of one worded sentences, it really felt like she wasn’t paying to at least what he was saying. “What does a sweet tooth have anything to do with this!?” His free hand now flailed a bit. That boundless energy the brawler had was looking a bit more anxious with how he flailed. “If you didn’t want the roll you could’ve said something, there wasn’t any need to toss it on the floor.”

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🏖️Reblog if your muse likes the beach

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Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today; and I’ll always remember it.

David Nicholls, One Day (via booksqouted)

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hang on

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An pretty white flower crown made up of anemone flowers for the pretty girl in white.

Naminé bowed her head, feeling an unfamiliar weight resting on her hair. “Oh, thank you Zell,” she said when she discovered they were flowers woven into a crown. A distant memory from a book popped into her head: anemone, symbolizing fairies and the magical world of twilight, but also ill omens. A flower that has mixed meaning. She hoped she represented the protection against disease, and not the ill omens and bad luck. “These are really pretty!”

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      To be fair, Zell was ignorant of the second meaning. He only knew of the one about fairies and the like.

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Should be eating lunch, alas, I dozed off sitting up in bed five up until five minutes to leave for work. I know I'm such a genius.

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Do vegetarians eat animal crackers?

      “I guess so? I mean it’s not meat.”

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fujxn·:

   Some people just want to watch the world burn. Thankfully, Fujin does not include herself on that particular list, for it would be both illogical and useless for her to commit to such a task. Instead her practice with her chakram pays off in dividends, the plate of sweetroll landing safely onto the cafeteria floor–further away from the seating area. 

   Her lithe shoulders shrug as she stares, half-lidded, at the blonde.

   “TEN SECONDS.”

      “Are you freakin’ serious!?” The brawler snapped to attention when he saw the plated sweetroll miraculously landed unharmed on the floor. Of course he was going to get up and pick it up. “What if someone stepped on this!? They’d have sweetroll stuck to their shoe. Totally uncool.”

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A Long, Long Way from Home - @scar-crossed

      Finally.    After all of the poking and prodding, and maybe some light threatening of never leaving Squall’s office until he caved, they were out of Balamb. Considering just how far they had to go, it was going to be a long train trip no matter what. It should have been easy. After all of these years, Zell was used to riding the train alone from Winhill to Balamb and back. But this was the first, aside from his mother, that Zell was bringing home.

      He was excited mostly. It felt like an insanely too long of a time since he spent any decent amount of time with his best friend that didn’t involved work. And now with them sitting quietly in the cabin, Zell actually felt a loss for words. So much has happened in his friends life, he just wasn’t even sure where to begin. He knew he wanted to talk about Rinoa in spite knowing it would be a hard topic to breech.

     Zell would fidget in his seat. His leg bounced up and down as he tried to run through his mind of all of the things they could talk about that wasn’t related to Rinoa or work. Sadly his mind was so hard pressed to focus on what he didn’t want to think about that he couldn’t get his mind to focus where he damn well wanted.

      “Squall, I...” he mumbled. His fingers fiddled with the zipper to his jacket before pulling his eyes up to look at his commander. “You know we’ll be best friends forever, right? No matter either of us go through. You can call me, write me, or hell just come visit--I don’t care if you just show up without warning.” In truth, it was something Zell had quietly hoped for. To just one day open the front door and just see Squall standing there looking for a couch to crash on. Even if it was just for a few hours Zell wouldn’t complain.