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independent roleplay blog for Fran from FFXII multi-ship/verse 18+

[themotivationjournals]

My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.

Maya Angelou

[somevelvetevenings-blog]

‘Useless Magic’ by Florence Welch

[robvalentines]

[arienzio]

some more sky pirates

[magisterarmorum]

corditeheart‌:

She wants to drown in the smoke between them. 

This has been brewing for a long time– days and weeks spent regaining her footing in a new land, in figuring out just what she is here, and how Xu is supposed to fit in. Fran is a constant, and this kiss is inevitable. 

Her wine is all but forgotten, arms coming to twine around the viera’s shoulders, soft hair tangling between her fingers. There is a moment, where they break apart to catch their breath, and she is left with pipe smoke in her lungs and the knowledge of how intimately well their mouths fit together. 

There is a need, where there was once just a desire for a drink, a bit of harmless fun. “Fran…I–” 

She doesn’t know what she was going to say, and so Xu abandons it in favor of chasing another kiss. 

She obliges her graciously, easing Xu back into the plush chaise cushions with kisses progressively deeper, longer lingering.

She brushes the hume’s dark hair from her silvering temple, sharp claws wielded with delicate expertise, before tracing her touch to the lacing of Balthier’s borrowed shirt. The tie comes easily undone for her (as ever), fabric folding neatly aside to expose a beautiful, bare breast to the cool air of the den.

Fran breaks away no farther than to breathe a question against her lips.

“I do not go too quickly...?”

[havocxfwar]

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you need a BIG GOD BIG ENOUGH to hold your L O V E.

[magisterarmorum]

@corditeheart:

She summons up the edge of a fire spell, a snap of her fingers, and the fragrant pipe smoke fills the air between them. Xu plucks it from Fran’s lips, takes a drag of her own, and offers it up in return– an indirect kiss, as it were. 

The bottle is empty, but she finds herself watching Fran’s mouth anyway, transitioning from bottle to pipe stem, and wonders why she can’t think clearly for a second.

Her refilled glass glistens amber under the gas lights of the room; she almost forgets about it, hand coming to graze along Fran’s arm.

“Thanks,” Xu offers, voice husky with the smoke.

Her entire posture, deep beneath the surface, shifts with that small gesture.

Unspoken consent. Receptiveness.

Fran allows herself to indulge in the hint of her taste at the tip of the mouthpiece before pulling heavily on it, savoring the flavor weaving with the aromatic smoke slipping over her tongue. She sets aside the pipe without ceremony this time, taking up Xu’s chin in her hand instead– thumb dragging (with an edge of hunger) along her bottom lip before it meets her own, the lungful of smoke passing silkily between them.

[fyeahrpmemes-blog]

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[lingod]

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First Aid Kit covered Fever Ray and it’s blowing my mind

When I Grow Up // First Aid Kit

[wnq-writers]

It’s something you know almost instantly – how important someone is going to be to you. Whether or not the sun will rise and the moon will set with them.

N.M.Sanchez, from Initial Meeting | @wnq-writers

[marci1900]

[meyong]

ig: rockybalbrower

[thisyearsgirls]

[themotivationjournals]

Life should be embraced like a lover.

Rose Tremain

[magisterarmorum]

Wakes her up for sexy times -Xu

@corditeheart

When she opens her eyes, the room is still dark.

Their plans (to set out on a hunt once the sun rose) have changed, it seems.

She gazes steadily at Xu, whom she can see with perfect clarity, and the subtle play of emotions across her face as her fingertips boldly travel the viera’s skin beneath the sheets.

A sleep-softened voice gently warns, “You will be weary.”

[klngly]

literally nothing is better than hearing your boy moan so desperately he can barely get the words out

[raainstorms]

I am unwelcome. An unsought guest in their wood.