#summoners-path

[lunuanaki]

summoners-path replied to your post: fuck me, outsider.

I LEFT OUT THE W RO D UP IM GONNA KI LL MYSELF

what a steaming heap of bullshit, summoner

[acureforsin-archived]

" so, tell me about her... i mean, if you're up for it, of course. "

@summoners-path - Jecht was being so open and honest here, I feel like it had to come after he gave up drinking and started being a little more brutal with himself about how badly he fucked up. Otherwise, this would’ve been a vastly different story he’d tell here.

Her. Braska doesn’teven have to specify who he means, Jecht knows the only her he could be talking about, and hedidn’t realize it until right then, but this is actually difficult to thinkabout. Not just because he lost her, but because their relationship wasn’texactly founded on the most solid of foundations. Would he think less of himbecause of it? Well, the facts are the facts, and Jecht hasn’t exactly beenknown to make the most sound of decisions. He sighs softly, runs his handthrough his hair. Dark eyes briefly glance at Braska before shifting away.

“She was…” Well, shit.Somewhere in his mind, he could rationalize it all away, not think about it,not worry about the facts of what they were and what they weren’t. But sayingit out loud? Kinda snaps it into perspective a bit. He won’t shy away from it,he wants to tell Braska everything,but it takes a moment.

“She was a fan of mine,” he finally admits, sounding almostdefeated at the admission. “Y’know, big Abes fan, always in the stands screamin’my name, went to damn near every game. She could’ve just been another fan, but shecaught my attention. Not the first one to do so, mind you.” Not that Jecht hada lot of partners or people he’d sleep with, but it was a decent handful ofwomen. Fewer than most might think, but more than many might hope. “But she wastenacious and determined, an’ passionate to a fault.

“We’d stay up all night talkin’ about…damn near anything.When something caught her attention, she could go on for hours about it, inthis way where it didn’ get boring. Her eyes would light up and she’d talk alittle faster…”

He trails off and settles into silence for a time. He knewher well, could recall still the sound of her voice and the look she would givehim when she was excited about something new. But no matter how he talked abouther, he didn’t smile fondly at the memories. What he said were facts. She waspassionate, she was excitable, he genuinely enjoyed their conversations. Butthe fact is-

“I didn’ love her. That sounds shitty, doesn’ it? I wasn’t in love with her. Truth is…” Anotherpause, and he presses his palm to the back of his neck, digs fingertips intothe muscles there. “I knocked her up. We got married to save face andreputation.” At the time, that’s what had mattered more to him: his reputation.What would the media and the fans think if he knocked up a fan? What if he didn’ttake responsibility? A good scandal could do wonders for a Blitzball career inZanarkand, but Jecht wasn’t willing to risk it in case this was the scandalthat ruined him.

“And…I wasn’ a good dad, and she wasn’ a good mom. We triedat first. I…I love my kid. Cutest damn kid I’d ever seen, and that ain’t justvanity talkin’. Bluest eyes, blondest hair, and sweetest laugh you can imagine.He’d grab my hair when I held ‘im, sometimes hide his face in it when he gotscared.” His smile finally reaches his eyes, though it’s melancholy, filledwith regret. “But shit got hard, and when I stopped caring, well…so did she.Our kid suffered because of it. And I let it happen. S’long as I had herattention and a bottle of booze, I could drown out the world.” His words catchand it takes a second for him to continue. When he does, his voice is low. “Andhis crying.”

He could use a drink right then, but his flask is gone andhe’s been clean of any booze for longer than he’d been in years. Still, hismouth parches with want, fingers curl into his palm and then flex back out.

“I don’ know what happened after I got here. I hope shestarted taking better care of him than we did before. Maybe they’re doin’better now without me there.” He can only hope. Without knowing for sure, it’sall he has.

[travelers-never-sleep]

@summoners-path “Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid, one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.”                         ~*Douglas MacArthur*~

                       As far as Rivasys was concerned, the Restoration Committee thought she was in Twilight Town. Well except for Mari, but she had enough faith in her friend that she would trust her judgment, and knew that if she needed anything Mari was a message away. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. Ri knew deep in her bones that this was something she needed to do, to right the wrongs that had happened because of her judgments. It may not be something Merlin would be willing to permit, if he found out the exact location she was really in. But she was beyond those worries to turn back now. The legends of this world were thankfully well known, but unfortunately sporadic at best and vague at worst. They all pointed to the misty and damp tunnels that laid below the brightly shinning Colosseum of heroes. It seemed only fitting that the final resting place of most heroes was directly below their battleground.

Ri pushed her hair out of her face, a nervous feeling settling in her chest as she smelled the stale air that hung in the surprisingly spacious caverns. A few coins jingled in her pouch at her waist, a recommended payment some warned for the ferry man. Enough to get across the river, but hopefully also for two to get back. The stories spoke of demon dogs, and hellfire. Some praised a child like queen who ruled the throne, bringing winter and spring into the world with her visits. Others spoke of different levels of damnation you could be cast into depending on your heaviest sins weighing on your soul. The stories changed in each world Rivasys found. Scenery painted of an afterlife to guide you to the next, or a reunion will all of your loved ones. It made Ri wonder about her own thoughts of death, and a feeling of homesickness for their priestesses in purple worshiping their beloved goddess came to mind. Rivasys quickly shoved the images away. An eerie lyric floated through the caverns, creating the atmosphere she was sure would follow her this journey. Before her was a fork in the road, the right leading to a large door that would most likely take her to this river; if there was one, and the left towards a large and demonic looking Colosseum. "Huh, they have one here as well..." She quietly mused to herself. Right it was then. She quickly found the door to be easier to open then she expected, and Rivasys prayed to anyone that would listen that that was not a metaphor or an omen to this journey. 

[crimsonjewl-blog]

@summoners-path

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Carbuncle was sat in a chair in this man’s home. He had invited her in and wasn’t sure why but she knew she could trust him because she could sense the summon magic he used to have. It was odd that he didn’t have it any more but maybe that’s how it worked on this world. Once you used that magic you couldn’t use it any more. 

So tea was a drink, sounded nice. She could hear humor in his voice and relaxed a little more. Carbuncle saw the cup and pot on the table before them. She looked at him closely when he asked that question about having met to see of she had in her Eidolon form.

“I don’t believe we have meet. I don’t recall meeting you and I’m rather good with faces. Do you know me?”

[hired-help]

🎉🎉🎉💌💌💌!!!!! 👌👌👌

^^ For real, hedge has been dealing with me since 2014 and hasn’t thrown me off Hoover Dam yet.

[localmagicalboi]

@summoners-path replied to your post: ✨ 16 factor.

//that perfection score omg. braska like don’t be so hard on urself~

// he runs himself crazy trying to live up to his own expectations

braska telling vi not to be hard on himself while the boy is face down in the grass and dirt, dissolving because he’s thinking about the time he accidentally killed a spider 5 years ago  (▰︶︹︺▰)

[machina-queen-blog]

Tell me. B )

If you snuck into my room I would:

[X] Go back to sleep

[] Kick you out

[] Cuddle with you

[] Be like “How in the world?”

[X] Let you sleep on the floor wherever you decided to

[] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:

[X] Kiss or hug you back

[] Smile and laugh

[] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable

[] Push you away

[X] Be shocked

[] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[] No

[] Yes

[] Most certainly not.

[X] Without hesitation.

You are:

[X] Cute

[X] Adorable

[X] Attractive

[] Beautiful

[] Okay

[] Ugly

[X] Am not going to grace this with an answer (laughs bc this doesnt sound bad to me sir)You are to me a:[X] Stranger[] Acquaintance[] Ally[X] Friend [X] Love[] Rival [] EnemyI find you to be:[] Pathetic[] Off no consequence[X] Intriguing [] Frightening [X] Unsettling [] Annoying [X] Infuriating [X] Pleasant company[X] Comforting [X]  Unable to be lived without [X] Trustworthy

Oh, what’s that? “Do it post game since you made me do it”? But I just did. 0:3

[unsentlaughter-blog]

7, 9, 11!

7. Biggest turn off(s).

Sexually? Probably myself. I get so caught up in like a 3rd-personal existential crisis when I try anything different that I kinda of freeze up and quickly lose the mood (gonna’ try to kick this to the curb when the SO moves in next month). I’m also not big on violence (in regards to myself) like choking, slapping, cutting, the like.

Otherwise? I can’t stand people who don’t use logic to come to their decisions (#likehalfofthisgoddamncountry). Scraping noises like flip-flops dragging over concrete, plastic containers scraping over cardboard, and fingernails on a chalkboard also make me want to exit my body because there is a SUPER PHYSICAL sensation that accompanies them for me and it feels AWFUL.

9. Tattoos I want.

I think machina-queen beat you to it! Lol See my other post. :)

11. Age.

22 going on 23 in May. - cries because I’m still working 2 retail jobs and haven’t found a job related to her degree yet -