#fightism

[ennuinoir-blog]

fightism replied to your post “@fightism ������������what’s that in the tags…. you Wanna make a new blog...”

Begone !! I said nothing! ;;;;;;;; help

EYE EMOJIS. I’ll help encourage you to do it but that’s about it :^)

(whispers in you ear. do it. do it. do it.)

[ennuinoir-blog]

fightism replied to your post “[[MOR] SWEATS PROFUSELY. (  sTOP mE )”

cRASHES IN...who dis? lon`qu????

.........yes ;v;

Are you the voice of reason I’m looking fOR!!?!

[stormoln-blog]

"Excuse me.." /WHALE HELLO THERE~

          “What?”, not a single hint of menace but rather a tone of interest. Crimson cape and short hair, he was —————um, ONE of them at least. The only guy who wasn’t blond ( the vampire who used to be class first didn’t count ), but also the one she hadn’t heard the name of. “Hey! You’re our savior, aren’t you? Swooped in and exterminated the enemy on a white horse—WELL black, I guess, but it’s the same thing, really!”, she disappointingly hadn’t seen it herself, but the words of Odin had traveled fast, “I bet you got TONS of love letters from that! Am I in the way or something? Wouldn’t want to disturb the mysterious heroes of Rubrum!”

[dragoniering-blog]

@fightism || x

   He had looked tense. An aura of uneasiness that was hard to ignore once you’ve noticed it. It made sense really, for the boy this was still enemy territory and while Tsubame didn’t know the reason why he was there she had quickly picked up the rumor of how the children had arrived before the official convoy. The soldiers weren’t any better, a mixture of DESPISE and CONCERN tainting the air and keeping the mood sour.

   Then the child had confirmed her suspicions; keeping his tongue in check but voicing his disbelief all the same. RED DEMONS she had heard the older men calling the Rubrumites with red capes and Tsubame pondered if it would have contained a meaning similar to what a mother called her misbehaving child if things had been different.

          “Young Phoenix, if soldier’s like us acted according to our own choices the line of command would be broken, would it not?”, he had said ‘we’ she noted, and smoothly continued with the similar language with a gentle smile, “If a life can be spared, then so shall it be, for unnecessary bloodshed has loss but no gain. To make the choice to show mercy is a courageous and honorable one. Yet, as tragic as reality is, that choice is not always available, surely you must have experienced the same during your enlistment”, tales of the vermilion class of Rubrum had reached even her ears, and while she didn’t have an exact measurement of their power it was clear they were a critical part of Rubrum’s defense ( even now she could feel the strength RADIATING from him ).

[regndofter-blog]

@fightism ( x )

   He got lost once, when he was six and was playing tag with the other kids in town. It was something far from unusual in his hometown and he had been told what to do when it happened, but it never made it less scary. Stay still and wait for a passer-by or someone he knows to get him and take him home. Don’t move. DON’T move. Because, Hinata, if you move it may take even longer to find you, so stay as still as you can.

   It wasn’t something he liked thinking about, but his father’s words echoed in his mind. ‘Stay still and wait for help’ was advice that worked when you were safe, not in war. Granted, he wasn’t alone this time, but unknown territory was unknown territory still. A grimace on his face as the new orders were assigned, followed by a soft ‘I’m alright’ when his commander got in touch with their class ( he could HEAR the moogle making a fuss behind her, and considering the situation it was oddly reassuring ).

   There was a nod to his words, the first acknowledgement Hinata had given to his words despite occasional glances, “Let’s do that”, one hand pressed against the ground and the other against the tree for support as he stood up. There was a tickling sensation in his legs and Hinata thought how odd it was how familiar senses still occurred on the field.

   It was nothing but nerve-wracking to walk from the place they had spent hours at, keeping an eye out and reacting to every single sound in case that one where the one to strike at them. Nothing happened, but words about false security being your biggest enemy had been drilled into his head since he first stepped onto Akademeia’s ground. Instead he didn’t initiate any conversation, afraid it’d bother their concentration.

   But sooner or later, even that had to come to an end.

          “...Do you think we’ll find something good? A cave?”, because a house would be asking for too much, wouldn’t it?

[wishingstrike]

@fightism like for a starter

“How can a schoolboy like YOU, destroy a wall like THAT? Ouch.” It was shocking to say the least. Watching this boy in a uniform get so angry over something that he had put a hard punch out on a wall. Sometimes, you just see the strangest things when you haven’t been out for a while. 

[jjillekkot]

karamatsu over here //u askd for this xDD

revealing my muse’s heart || ACCEPTING

i mean how can i resist your sick dance moves onii-chan

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

[jjillekkot]

💓 bratha is here lololol

Yuffie adores Eight, though she can’t place exactly when it happened or how long she’s felt this way. She supposes it started when she asked him to stay and he did, enrolling her in the Academy, but never letting her stray too far. Even if they were in different classes, he’d still managed to know of her friend groups, check in on her from time to time.

To show her gratitude, sometimes she invites him over to her dorm, lets him relax and watch television, have a safe (and mainly quiet ) place to study, maybe practice new moves. She even invested in a punching bag for him. She makes dinner for the two of them, always tells him he could invite a friend if he’d like. He never does.

She’s thankful for it, though, the time he manages to spend with her because she doesn’t figure she would have navigated around Orience without him.

She wonders if he likes sweets. She’s craving chocolate, and thinks tonight she’ll make brownies. She could have resorted to using the mixer– but why use that when you’ve got a better tool in person? Yuffie calls him over and is surprised by how eagerly he takes to the task. Maybe it’s a little too excitedly, though– the batter is stirred well, but somehow it’s on his hands, even his cheek. It’s really funny! Maybe even a little cute.

「 Here, let me get that for you. 」She kisses his cheek where the speck of batter lay, laughing as she pulls away, figuring he’ll probably get flustered soon enough.

「 You’re welcome. 」