‘FF is so easy to make crossovers for,’ I say, as I have none.
anyway, valefor would be yuna’s persona because he’s technically a duke of hell and honestly that’s really metal of her.
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@exciofides
‘FF is so easy to make crossovers for,’ I say, as I have none.
anyway, valefor would be yuna’s persona because he’s technically a duke of hell and honestly that’s really metal of her.
where does your soul feel at home ? | where you are understood.
you, i recognize you. you constantly chase this beautiful, desire to understand and be understood in return, yet more often than not you find yourself tripping over your own feet. what does it truly mean, to you, to "understand"? i can't say, i can't know. but i can share what i think, if you'll allow me.
we're ever-changing, the world is ever-changing, our friends are ever-changing, when our desire to understand is limited to understanding things how we, as an individual, perceive them right now, we can get lost in time, we get frustrated, we become so many things we never intended to become. you're ridiculously intelligent and harbor such unique love for the tiniest details of our existence. there's probably nothing i could tell you that you haven't told yourself, and you're probably already writing up a counter-argument to everything you conclude from this (i wish i could sit down with you and listen to every word).
the thought of you makes me smile. i wish a lot for you. i hope you can relax. i hope you can allow your emotions to be what they are. to allow yourself to be who you are. i hope you can find people who will ask you just as much as you ask yourself, people you feel safe with, safe to answer, to enjoy giving and taking with an absence of judgement. safe to bounce ideas off of and - at the end of the day - to simply embrace and be embraced back. hearts overflown with silent knowledge.
tagging : blah tagged by : @fulgensun (!!)
Mary Oliver, from “Blue Iris”, Devotions
🌺🌊 // revamped tags wahoo
tbh the tidus tags are subject to change bc there’s too many good quotes i want for him
He is a guardian. Protecting you is everything.
– TELL me a story, make it of great distances – and STARLIGHT.
indie selective TIDUS from Final Fantasy X narrated by Clio ⋆ est. Oct.2019
sometimes i scare the goverment
Today’s theme song.
This is a gift, it comes with a price; who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight, and turns me to gold in the sunlight.
like or rb if you want to interact with a ind / sel / YUNA of FINAL FANTASY X / est. 5.2.2014 ( summoned by xoxo )
@baajisms said: ‵ and here you are living despite it all. ′
aesthetique prompts | accepting
Life is hard; it is cursed, but still you find reasons to keep on living. She was given this life by those she cherished most, and she would not waste it away. Though as she looks to she who bears up alone in such deep sorrow, to the mother of her once-betrothed, there is only hurt.
What could be considered ‘living’ was becoming less and less defined these days. The edges were no longer so clear-cut.
“ It’s all I-- we can do, ” she says, and she’d be lying if the woman’s gaze did not make her feel pressed. “ While I was in Besaid, I told myself I didn’t care about anything else... Now I know I was just hiding away. ”
exciofides:
you: does it bother you more that yuna’s ponytail is trapped under her strangely attached hood or that she somehow grew her hair out floor length in 2 years?
me: yes.
16 minutes in and we’re immediately greeted with this camera angle
the old gods will not be forgiven.
you: does it bother you more that yuna’s ponytail is trapped under her strangely attached hood or that she somehow grew her hair out floor length in 2 years?
me: yes.
☀ @exciofides : " You don’t have to hide your tears from me. “ ☀ HURT & COMFORT : accepting
The squeeze of her hand against his wrist was warm, delicate, the one he knew would have let go of him at the smallest jolt. He let the feeling spread, the warmth radiate to his hand too, wishing it would last more, become stronger. But that was not a tight grip, she wasn’t applying any ounce of strength in such gesture - she simply lingered there, index and thumb barely touching as they encircled the wrist. The darkest thoughts dissipated, the terror and the cold boulder in his stomach too – all faded away. And while enjoying the comfort of the touch, of the dimly lit ambient and of her scent, he imagined tomorrow to be waiting for them as a simpler day.
He couldn’t pinpoint nor directly ask her which hint had given his tears away ? If her eyes had adjusted so much to the lacking of light that the red of his sclerae had appeared visible to Yuna. Or perhaps, brighter cheeks, moist still, but just below the circle of his eyes. His hands – they couldn’t have been trembling, correct ? He wondered if his own thoughts had started deceiving him; it would have explained why Yuna had gently grabbed of his wrist, though.
He had told her, once, there was no shame in showing emotions as raw and complicated as they came by. Uncontainable joy. Excruciating pain. To laugh, to yell, to scream till her lungs and throat would have burnt, if she felt like it’d have helped. That when the corners of her beautiful eyes would have started burning and filling with tears, whether happy or sad ones, she didn’t have to hide them. That if Spira wished to only see the young Summoner oh so cheerfully and lightly walk towards self-destruction as the Temple’s sacrificial lamb, she didn’t have to do it, not just for them at least.
He didn’t like, usually, when someone else would have used Tidus’ own words of advice against him; he could never stand Auron hinting at it, so much that years had made him find a way to cry as softly and silently as a man possibly could, in moments of solitude. It was surprising, there was just something he couldn’t hide from her. ❛ What… ? ❜ he whispered, no tone, a way to gain those precious seconds he needed to swallow the remains of tears stuck in his throat, so that his voice wouldn’t crack; he prayed, – funny, ha ! – and prayed she had gotten it all wrong. He remembered it: never had Yuna shared a single tear, not till the night in the spring. And even then… ❛ Ah, that… please don’t worry, I’m feeling better now, ❜ it was only half-a-lie, he thought nodding slightly, eyes lost inside hers; ❛ It’s… for tomorrow, but I wasn’t hiding it. Not really. It was just a moment… ❜
The dream was ending, but his duty was far from being over. They all needed her, and Yuna did need her Aeons still – those were words he couldn’t forget. And he would have stood between her and any harm, till the waking’s end. He had promised, the day he had become her Guardian – the oath, the code of a guardian, engraved now in his heart brighter than ever before, being perhaps the only moving force he needed to cling onto to remain focused. He inhaled deeply, his free hand hovering her gentle, smaller limb. His grip was stronger than hers, still careful not to result painful. More than anyone, she still needed some support; ❛ It’ll be okay, I know that. ❜