#denouehymn

[herohalf-aa]

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villain shinsou and villain bakugou verses as something people like exclusively are broke as hell and insulting to both characters- siri send tweet 

[backwaternoble]

@denouehymn.

“So you’re... a prince? From a land called Grado, you said? I see... what is it like?” It’s rare, but the soldier is genuinely interested in the direction of this conversation. Being surrounded by so many Heroes from different lands and times is like being stranded in a dream, and even Lukas can’t help but be fascinated by how wildly outrageous the entire situation is. Lyon seems like pleasant company, too... especially after fighting alongside Jakob in his most recent battles.

[destructivour-aa]

❛    y`don’t get very far here by bein` nice.     ❜

@denouehymn

[malcontent]

denouehymn replied to your post: when u want slic.e of life college roomma.tes au...

now im on the right blog

hahe hello lyon and demon king its me ya boy ;-)

[isolaradiale]

Hello! Messaging to say I would like to drop Lyon. His series is Fire Emblem and he was housed in Condo 421.

Dropped for you!

-- mod altair.

[isolaradiale]

sending again just in case it didn't go through but i have moved lyon's blog to this one! he is from fire emblem the sacred stones and is housed in condo 421

Thanks for letting us know! His URL will be updated!

-- mod polaris.

[crdlia-blog]

                                              ❛  oh ... that ?  ❜  that, in this case, is a bandage wrapped around her leg. which wouldn’t be something extraordinary considering the circumstances of war, but as opposed to resting and putting her injured leg up, cordelia’s carrying boxes around, from one corner of the camp to another, pushing herself more than necessary.  ❛  it’s nothing to concern yourself with, prince lyon. i will be back in shape in no time !  ❜

ღ ┊ sc . ﹡ﾟ  /  @denouehymn​

[valflame]

@denouehymn

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                   "You stink of death, sir.”

                   He could catch the faintest whiff of it in the air. It never failed to leave the sorcerer reeling, not out of any primal discomfort ( on the contrary, the presence of nearby dark magic had always fed into a sort of carnal tranquility for him... Unsettling only in that he knew it to be something that unnerved others and that his exceptionality in it was owed to his Loptyrian heritage ) but because it always heralded an unexpected and wholly unwelcome arrival of Manfroy’s. Arvis glanced up from the tome he’d been perusing only to flash the violet-haired Magvellian a muted stare, bright crimson eyes burning with a wholly unnatural light in the otherwise dimly lit corridor. 

                   "... You’re some kind of dark mage. Correct??”