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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@joyfulpiefactory
a group of enemies: *appear* Hikari, no matter the weakness:
Did this need a visual aid? Yes
No, I do not take constructive criticism
tfw you play oninaki again and you get hit with obvious lore
Behold the thought process of doctors everywhere who pulled for Passenger:
tfw the four angels have Italian/German under their symbols:
The best part of the third anniversary:
AAAHHH NO HES TURNING HIS SWAG ON! *something happening to me that looks like im being bludgeoned to death by an invisible person*
Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure
(sitting in court on trial for murder) wow. god forbid women do anything
who is dahlia hawthorne
(Had zero luck trying to get duo Sigurd, but I did get a Tibarn dupe and gave F!Celica sturdy impact. Watching her smash faces in to gain SP is what made this lol)
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The clamor of battle rings in my ears. It is battle...bloodshed...rage...strength...that Lord Duma desires. The summoner’s desires align...for now, I follow them.
Cracked walls can do naught but prevent the inevitable. The summoner’s voice is like a tide, loud and absolute over my actions.
“Ahead of you, Celica!”
“Certainly...”
My sword demolishes the wall at their command, and I feel a smile tug at the side of my mouth. I am not tired. I will never tire. The sun above me will never burn my skin, and my breath will never labor. My sword, my body...I am Lord Duma’s faithful servant.
The numbers ahead do not matter. At the summoner’s command I step past the rubble, heat and blood soaring past my gaze. A horse’s whinny, a cry of agony. I pull my sword free from a corpse, watching it fall into the sea from the cliff below me.
“Who’s next...?”
“Stay there, Celica. You’ve got this.”
I look up at the summoner’s word to see several more enemies surround me with no exit in sight. I watch them move, their actions childish. They can do nothing to me. What ‘training’ this is.
Blood leaps free from my sword as I block their blows, mind lingering on the scent as I taste sweat in the air. My body is hardened. I am under Duma’s wings, his power. That sweat must be coming from the enemy.
I plunge my sword further inside flesh, and I feel myself freeze. Why is this taste familiar...?
Sounds of my voice flit through my head, visions of myself struggling against an invisible grip.
That cannot be me. I tear my blade, my will free from a body, but still the sensation continues. What is this...?
Something is leaving my body...something warm. Is it feeding what holds me?
“Celica? It’s over.”
Why am I struggling...?
What is this vision? It enrages me. The summoner calls for me, but I cannot answer.
This illusion...why is my voice so high? It trembles...with fear. Why am I afraid? I am safe. I am Duma’s servant. I am only to serve him. This cannot be me. I fear nothing. I only-
I do this to protect those I love...I do this for you, Alm.
?! Alm?! What is that name?! Why do I know it?! Only Lord Duma’s name holds such sway!
“Celica?”
“-Don’t touch me...!”