He deserves a vacation.
Fai_Ryy
almost home
todays bird
noise dept.
One Nice Bug Per Day

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YOU ARE THE REASON
Xuebing Du

if i look back, i am lost
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The Stonewall Inn
cherry valley forever
$LAYYYTER

pixel skylines
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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@onlyascholar
He deserves a vacation.
Guess whose SCH/WHM glam is super cute on him?
Be polite, be professional, but have a plan to kill everybody you meet.
Marine Gen. James ‘Mad Dog’ Mattis (via silicongarden)
I never posted this but I really should have.
It is the middle of the god damned night but please look at Kuja’s silly new hat.
yeah i’m beautiful but where is my mental stability???
Today I am deeply, dearly missing my Garland blog.
Send “You are not of this world, are you?” for a first meeting starter between muses from different worlds/fandoms
Ideal for crossovers and fandomless OCs!
LETS PLAY THE 'YES' OR 'NO' GAME: Ask me questions and I'm only allowed to answer with 'Yes' or 'No'
LETS PLAY THE 'YES' OR 'NO' GAME: Ask me questions and I'm only allowed to answer with 'Yes' or 'No'
Multiclassing as a Bard/Artificer like
“What musical instrument do you play?”
“CANNON”
Qhota Nelhah for @mootablemimic Pls everyone look at this cutie!!!!
Commission info
Hey look I got a cute thing done for Qhota’s birthday, which is today!
Happy 30th, Qhota!
also go commission my friend
doodle of @mootablemimic‘s qhota enjoying a hot drink and thinkin about their gorgeous wife, probably
help me remember: not everything in life is a battle. i don’t need to carry a knife everywhere i go. help me learn: how to shed my armor without shedding tears. how to open up my arms without raising my fists. help me understand: i can be vulnerable, and still be strong. i can be made of steel, and still be soft. help me realize: if life is a battle, i don’t have to fight it alone.
even in war, i am not without allies | m.a.w (via dvoyd)
noexiiistence:
Infinitely preferable. “History it is.” He shifts once more, settling in against Kuja as he tries to decide what story to tell him now. He pulls a couple gems from his pocket with one hand, rolling them in his palm, feeling the eidolons they’re attached to stir and smiles quietly to himself. This was his heritage, who he was, even this far away from home.
“I haven’t told you about our move to Madain Sari yet, have I? All those many years ago lost to time and history?” He barely gives time for a reply before launching into the tale, about the mother continent and their decision to leave it behind, about how Gaia’s heartbeat was fading and they needed to find it again. About how they traveled far and wide in their search, finally founding Madain Sari where the heartbeat was strongest.
And there they had stayed. Until they were forced away from their homes.
“Of course, part of that has to be more myth than fact, given how long ago it was,” Roxas concludes, still mentally back home as he gazes into the fire remembering how the city was. “But it’s true mostly, I think. We’re too proud a people to change the reasons for leaving too drastically.”
The gems gleam in Roxas’s hand, soaking up the warmth from the fire, and Kuja watches them as he listens: the story of the first summoners to arrive at Madain Sari, their mission to find a new home - that the summoners were deeply connected to this world, he knew; he often wondered if they were the First Souls of this planet, indelibly bound to Gaia’s crystal. Certainly it seemed likely: they were powerful mages, and if their summoning came not from the crystal itself, then... where? He is unlikely to ever know. It is unlikely to ever matter. “Unless there was some reason they desperately had to leave,” he suggests, somewhat cynically. “Yet all myths typically have some truth at their core, I suspect - history is always written by the one who tells the best story, after all.”
noexiiistence:
“If you’re bored I can always tell you more stories of Madain Sari.” History was one thing that seemed to always capture Kuja’s attention after all. And there was plenty more about his homeland to share should he want to listen.
“Or we could get up and you could teach me how to fight more.” Not that he wanted to get back up, a point made clear as he gets comfortable under Kuja’s arm and tucks himself against his bony side.
Oh, that is tempting - and a welcome distraction from the anxieties that prick at his nerves. “If I let you back up again, you’re likely to go sprinting off to find whatever trouble you can manage.” His tone might be stern, but his eyes glitter playfully in the firelight, and he gives a lock of the summoner’s hair an affectionate tug: an easy guarantee that he’s not genuinely upset. “I’ll keep you right where you are, I think. History it is.” ...Never mind that he adores history; this is clearly the more responsible option. Clearly.