Feb 18, 2016
@mafiidus
❝Hey hey, let me get your number.❞
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@mafiidus
❝Hey hey, let me get your number.❞
@mafiidus
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Hello there! Might I be allowed to add my Marth- of SSBM, SSBB, SSB4, and Fire Emblem: Shadow Dragon -to be added to the list? This is a really neat project and I'm so glad that this is being done. I honestly tried to look for other smash roleplay blogs a few years back and had the hardest time.
You’ve been added! Well, we thought this list was a good idea so why not do it. I’m glad you’re able to find blogs in the Smash community!
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♣ - a fading memory
He had only wanted to hold it for a moment. Mist got to carry it all the time, after all, so Ike hadn’t seen the harm in it.
It…had been their mother’s. At least, that’s what he was told; he didn’t remember much about the woman that had brought him and his sister into this world.
Mist was sleeping…or had forgotten it – left it somewhere but her own hands for once. The how and why of the medallion being away from his sister was fuzzy, so Ike figured that the reason was unimportant. And he had reached for it. Out of curiosity, or jealousy – or some deeper motivation he did not have a name for.
But his fingers had never even touched the cool, blue metal. His father had roughly snatched his hand away before he could pick the medallion up, grip unrelenting as he pulled Ike over to a corner of the small house they had taken up temporary residence in.
Ike didn’t know why, but seeing his father’s face twisted in such anger and having to withstand the brunt of his yelling made him squirm more than usual. He had seen his father mad, had been yelled at before – but some sort of terrible fear sunk its fangs into his gut this time, made him paralyzed as his father gave him a brief shake by the shoulders.
He might have cried, or...his father had -- but that seemed less likely. Stammered out something that was nothing more than white noise whenever he tried to recall it now, promised to never touch the medallion, anything to get his father’s hold on his arm to ease up.
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@mafiidus
“ What is this? ”
Well this was certainly unexpected. He hasn’t exactly been around the mansion much as of late.. so receiving any form of gift was definitely something he wasn’t prepared for. Much less was he prepared for the gift he got.
Such wonderful detail, elegant metal and leather work.. Holy Naga it was beautiful!
“ Thank you, Milady!! It is simply splendid! But you had no obligation to do this.. ‘T is a shame that I could not place an equally glorious gift upon you.. ”
She watches him in silent anticipation as he unveils her gift. Truly, it had been expensive. One of those one of kind types of deals. Sold by the very merchants the castle always purchased from. Oh, but the expression on his face, and the kind words he uses to repay her make it worth it. A polite smile evident on her face, and she allows a meager shrug of her shoulders.
“Don’t worry, I hadn’t bought you this give in sought of one of my own. Though, I hope it does fit your blade as well as it had fit mine. I would’ve asked to take the measures of yours, but you’ve been busy, I presume. Test it? See if it fits?”
ZZzz emoticon
Send 💤 for my Muse to Fall Asleep on Yours- Not Accepting
Competitions were hardly boring, but occasionally, when one fighter is paired against another it can be… Dragging. Charizard was not a good fighter. Nothing against him, but clearly he was a creature meant solely for pokemon battles. That, and paring him against Shiek was just plain cruel. Honestly, she’d been nodding off before the match had even really began.
Leaning ever so slightly to her right, and offering a quiet “sorry” to the King. She’d shuffle back upright, and then lean on him again. And, well, her falling asleep was hardly a surprise by this time. Head resting against his shoulder, and her weight pushed against him.
sir, please stop lifting your leg in the air
❝ Unfortunately, it’s not me who’s lifting his leg. ❞
no one can stop me. not even me.