—Hope for the Better

a selective and private Lloyd Irving roleplay blog

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out of idealism:

Uuhhhh, hi? Just saying I’m alive and plan on fixing shit up here (including my activity).

[aethear-moved-blog]

since I am, once again, too lazy to make a proper promo—please like or reblog this post if you’d like to interact with a tales of symphona / multi-fandom oc! other fandoms include: all tales games, fire emblem echoes / fe 13 / fe 14 / fe 15 & many more! I’ll be sure to check you out!

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H E can't help it now. He had been holding in his laughter lest it invoke Raine's wrath upon him, but now he can't hold it in anymore. Lloyd does indeed feel sorry for the redhead yet there's nothing he could have done besides taking the beating himself.

"I am really sorry about that, though." Now his sincerity shows since his laughter has died. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

[iudicicm]

Zerena didn’t like this growing feeling of curiosity as she talked with Lloyd. She didn’t understand where this need to comfort him came from, it seems like she’d be the last person to do so with the brunet. She doesn’t completely believe him when he tells her that he feels better, but she won’t push it. It felt nice to speak with someone who wasn’t suspicious of her or giving her any orders. At his next words, there’s a soft chuckle and a nod of her head.

“I do believe it. I think besides Kratos, you’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met.” She knows exactly why the two are so alike, but it’s not her place to reveal that secret. Nor is it any of her business. Growing a bit hot, Zerena sheds off her cloak and folds it over her arm, carrying it close to her body. Deciding she needed to change the topic, the angel lightly motions towards the swords against his hip.

“From what I’ve seen, you’re a very talented fighter. Especially for being self-taught, don’t let Kratos make you think otherwise.” She grins at him, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “In fact, you should teach me a few techniques tonight before bed.”

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L L O Y D watches as she takes off her coat, not having anything to say for a moment in time. Even if he's begun to admire the auburn haired male, his irk towards him will still come through more often than not. "You think so?" He asks quietly, trying in vain to hide his slight annoyance. "That old man," he grumbles to himself, huffing.

U P O N the mention of his blade skills he lightens up. Lloyd sits taller, a beaming smile lighting up on his face. Any mention of his swords is more than sure to cheer him up especially if one also boasts his ego at the same time. "Or I can tech you right now! Though I can't say how much good they'll do you since you're not a dual wielder."

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out of idealism:

Yooo, y'all should go follow @taiintiisms if you aren't already. Nic is so close to a 100 followers.

[simrell]

casually uploads art for a long-dead fandom

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[hugsjonir-blog]

out of idealism:

Bangs pots and pans together. GIVE OCS MORE ATTENTION. GIVE OCS MORE LOVE. JUST ACKNOLEDGE OCS IN GENERAL, DAMN IT. STOP IGNORING THEM, ACTIVELY HATING ON THEM, OR NEVER GIVING THEM A CHANCE.

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@vermundr 

“W A I T, you’re the first mate of the Van Eltia? No way!” Excitement courses through him, lighting up his expression in but a few seconds. “I’ve only heard stories, but I always believed them to be true… well, most of them. You have to let me see the ship some time."

[rpmusings-galore]

But you will remember me. 

Remember 

           me 

                 for 

                        {{ｃｅｎｔｕｒｉｅｓ }}

[sententic-blog]

Yo! This is a new blog for sans from the video game undertale and since these get around a lot faster, would you guys mind liking/reblogging if you wouldn’t mind interacting with me? This blog is under heavy construction but I’ll try to get things up and running ASAP!

[hugsjonir-blog]

out of idealism:

Like/reblog this post for starter! I’ll be capping them at 5.

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H I S expression stays the same, though it takes on a more thoughtful look. Now his thoughts are churning faster than before, though his emotions are more in control now. However, when she does speak he can’t help but to feel his chest hurting and his heart aching. His rigid position relaxes, one hand dropping at his side and the other resting on one of his sheathed swords.

S O F T brown eyes close for a few seconds before they open and reveal the mix of emotions in them. His hands move up just as he steps towards Zerena, grabbing her lightly and pulling her in for a hug. From the beginning of meeting her, he wasn’t much taller than her, but it can be seen that he’s grown an inch or two now.

W H E N he speaks, his voice is light and quiet, barely penetrating through the beautiful night. "Of course I care, Zerena. You mean more to me than you think. And I do trust you. There's nothing you can do that could make me think otherwise." His trust had wavered for a moment when she had been standing at Mithos' side, but it had come back seconds later before she could even say anything. It's just in his nature to trust the one's he is close to.

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@zelotae

“H E Y, Zelos.” His expression holds no emotion but concern, yet, the look in his eyes slightly gives away his true feelings. Amusement. “You all right? I tried to warn you that Raine has a good throw.”

[inkmagician]

(seven a.m. saudade)

mornings with you taste like breaking in reverse. my favorite kind of blooming. here’s a fact: you sound like streetlights and salvation. here’s another: i know you can burn me but i still need the light. the best part of me is when i’m with you.

— arlen c. | my books

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U P O N seeing the young woman's face, his brows furrow just a bit. Had she been? . . Perplexed and more than sure of the answer to his silent question, he just decides to ask what's on his mind when they're completely alone. For the time being, he won't mention the façade she could possibly be pulling at this very moment.

O N C E they're outside, he turns to her, the frown back on his features. He studies her face for a silent moment, then finally breaks it with what's on the forefront of his mind. "First off, have you been crying? And don't lie to me." He wants her to be honest with him more, for otherwise he would feel as if he can't trust her again.

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H E can't help but smile at her answer, more than happy that she's all right. His worry for her will still bug him, but he'll try not to be overbearing about it. The last thing he wants is to pressure her too much.

A light blush occurs across his cheeks, his smile turning sheepish. "Ah, right. I've been training really hard to get better." He used to be arrogant in his abilities, yet now it's been replaced by a sense of humble. Once she mentions the others, his blush disappears. "Yeah! And we have more people to help us, too. We're all becoming really strong."

[wordsnquotes]

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

Joanne Harris (via wordsnquotes)