King of Dragons

This blog is now an archive, please follow at bahamxt. I will follow back from diabclos.

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As of right now this blog is an archive. If you want to continue RPing with Bahamut, please go to @bahamxt. You will be followed back by @diabclos

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                   favors come to those who work to earn them,                                                                                          none to those who beg.

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Ok so I think the idea that I’ve reached is that I am going to be archiving and moving a few blogs. Hopefully by the end of the evening, Bahamut and my FFVIII OC will be sideblogs to Diabolos and Impa will be a sideblog to Link. The hope behind this is that I will not be disappearing from too many blogs too often, and also because I can’t do that multimuse thing so yeah. For now, I will be available on disco or if you need to chat with me, @willdcard is my mobile blog.

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“ Hmm... “

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what is your muse’s eye color?

put it in the tags!

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“ ... “ Well, he’s not quite awake, but words seem easier than they did before.

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Starter Call. Like for a para or so starter and I’ll get to them hopefully when I’m not throwing my face at P5 or Let’s Go.

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“ All you dirty sinners... “

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USE THIS WEBSITE TO GENERATE YOUR MUSE’S POKEMON TEAM.

Tagged by:  @inferniangod

Tagging: @trashkingizunia

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                  ❝ I ask you not to guide my wayward son,                                                                      merely that you stay by his side. ❞

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“ There is something soothing about overcoming adversity. “

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           “ I’ve got better things to do… “

                                              RP Blog for Therion from Octopath Traveler.                                                                                                    Penned by Flout.

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I am still here i promise. Octopath travelers is eating me alive and i may have changed the blog that i can’t make up my mind about to a therion blog cause he’s the sassiest thief.

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❝ I won’t stop… until you kill me… or I kill you! ❞

                                                 crimson peaks starters || @iznia​

He couldn’t help the quirk in his brow, certainly not with how the man chose to speak to him once he realized just who it was he was speaking to. The anger he had expected, having played a part in denying him his ascension and damning him to walk this planet for the foreseeable future; the violence that he showed was not expected however. Bahamut had certainly expected one Ardyn Izunia ( or whatever he called himself these days ) to be a man of sophistication. This threatening and lack of an ability to find the words required to form a coherent sentence was troubling to say the least.

“Do you have some need to keep going? That you couldn’t have just given up so long ago and let us find you some suitable resting place? You felt the express urge to continue causing predicaments until we came to the conclusion of this tale?” His voice was quiet as always, he tended not to talk much above a whisper though it was never hard to hear what it was he spoke of; his tone questioning and taunting. This accursed would find it hard to slay him as he was now. A fragment of himself in a mortal shell. He would not be pleased to have to reform it, but it could be done. After all, the crystal’s protector was not allowed to leave it, so he himself remained in the strange realm the crystal housed.

Instinct should have told him to cease pestering this one, but then that was his brother’s forte, not his own. He relied heavily on logic, thinking out solutions rather than following one’s gut and hoping that they did not end up eviscerated on the pavement of a city for picking the wrong fight. He should have left, logic said he could do either, but his sad example of humanity needed him and his blessing to go to the chosen if he wished to be released from this vicious cycle.

To kill him would prolong his suffering.

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✧     CRIMSON     PEAK     SENTENCE     PROMPTS    !   

*  A MIXTURE OF CRIMSON PEAK PROMPTS , TRIGGERS MAY APPLY , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .

❝ They take the heat from the sun, and when it deserts them, they die. ❞

❝ They’re dying.  ❞

❝ You’re monsters. Both of you! ❞

❝ It’s a world of everything dying and eating each other right beneath our feet. ❞

❝ Surely there’s more to it than that. ❞

❝ Beautiful things are fragile… ❞

❝ At home we have only black moths. ❞

❝ Formidable creatures, to be sure, but they lack beauty. ❞

❝ They thrive on the dark and cold. ❞

❝ What do they feed on? ❞

❝ You’re so… different. ❞

❝ Ghosts are real, that much I know. I’ve seen them all my life… ❞

❝ It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all. ❞

❝ But the horror… The horror was for love. ❞

❝ The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret.  ❞

❝ This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out.  ❞

❝ There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. ❞

❝ Will you still like to know my thoughts? ❞

❝ The aches that you describe with such earnestness, the pain, the loss. ❞

❝ In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell. ❞

❝ You clearly have not lived it at all. ❞

❝ Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly. ❞

❝ You are nothing but a SPOILED CHILD! ❞

❝ What do you dream of? A kind man? A pure soul to be redeemed? Perfection? ❞

❝ I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies. ❞

❝ A house as old as this one becomes, in time, a living thing. ❞

❝ It starts holding onto things… keeping them alive when they shouldn’t be. ❞

❝ Some should never be spoken about again. ❞

❝ You will stay here, with us… won’t you?  ❞

❝ A man that feeds off land that others work for him. ❞

❝ This parasite is perfectly charming and a magnificent dancer. ❞

❝ I cannot leave you here. ❞

❝ I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day. ❞

❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. ❞

❝ The first time I saw one I was ten years old. ❞

❝ There were to be no parting kisses. No goodbyes. No last words. ❞

❝ You lied to me! ❞

❝ You poisoned me! ❞

❝ You said you loved me! ❞

❝ I’ve always closed my eyes to things that made me uncomfortable. ❞

❝ I don’t want to close my eyes. I want to keep them open. ❞

❝ It makes everything easier. ❞

❝ I heard you the first time. ❞

❝ It’s an excellent likeness. ❞

❝ The more the house sinks, the worse it gets. ❞

❝ Goodness. How many rooms are there? ❞

❝ We must do something about it.  ❞

❝ Others that hold onto an emotion. A drive. Loss. Revenge. Or love. ❞

❝ The spilling of blood. A terrible crime. ❞

❝ I don’t know. Would you like to count them? ❞

❝ Do we have to do this? Must we? ❞

❝ She stopped drinking her tea, but I poisoned the porridge. ❞

❝ That’s exactly what our mother told us in her last moment. ❞   

❝ This is your home now. You have nowhere else to go. ❞

❝ Perfection has no place in love, [Name]. ❞

❝ You know precious little of the human heart, or love, or the pain that comes with it. ❞

❝ I can’t. I can’t. ❞

❝ This place is hundreds years old. Souls come and go. ❞

❝ Some of them are good; some of them bad… ❞

❝ You insist on describing the torments of love when you know NOTHING about them. ❞

❝ I’M NOT DONE YET! ❞

❝ How do you manage this house? ❞

❝ Actually, I’d rather be Mary Shelly; she died a widow. ❞

❝ Perfection has no place in love. ❞

❝ Perhaps we only notice things when the time comes for us to see them. ❞

❝ In [Country] we bank on effort, not privilege. ❞

❝ The men at this table, all of us, came up through honest, hard work. ❞

❝ Well, maybe not all of us. [Name] here is a [Occupation].  ❞

❝ If there’s one thing I know, it’s the importance of the right tool for the job. ❞

❝ I’m a builder, dear. ❞

❝ Everyone falls in love, dear, even women. ❞

❝ There are things that tie them to a place.   ❞

❝ The marriages were for money, of course. ❞

❝ You need a measure of bitterness… Not to be eaten.. ❞

❝ Nothing gentle ever grows in this land. ❞

❝ My heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞

❝ I won’t stop… until you kill me… or I kill you! ❞

❝ So it’s all out in the open. No more secrets! ❞  

❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. And should that link be broken either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞

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Omg Octopath Traveler.

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The Fam

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inferniangod:

Ifrit growled but didn’t bat his big brothers hand away.

He couldn’t help but laugh at him. “You opened yourself up for that.”