#thegingerblitzer

[spiritlancet]

//Internal Screaming. YOU WONDERFUL PERSON YOU!

/SOMEONE HAD TO DO IT EVENTUALLY AJSJSDGS!

[pilferessarchive]

Want to hold my blitzballs? //Digs herself a hole.

“That’s.. just terrible. And no.”

[besaidian]

thegingerblitzer

I lovelovelove them, and their Wakka. (I honestly didn’t like Wakka all that much, until I started interacting with them.)

The thread we have going on right now is just… fantastic. I love writing with younger Yuna, and I’m starting to love Wakka. The relationship that the two have is just. It’s outstanding.

[theblitzace]

A Click And A Bang.

The battle was going a lot worse than they had expected. "Wakka, get a hold of yourself!" Tidus shouted, since an enemy had managed to make him go berserk. He turned towards the Blitz ace, and he recognized what was going to happen. "I don't want to fight you!" He shouted, bringing up Brotherhood to defend himself from the oncoming ball.

The ball stung when it struck him. He hadn't expected that kind of power behind it. "Wakka, you gotta snap out of it!" He tried once more before once again the Blitzball was tossed towards him harder. He felt the ball smack him against the face, and it knocked him farther back. "Wakka..." He started to say, but he came on over to him before wrapping his hands around his neck. "Nngh..." He gasped, trying to overpower him to no avail. Soon his eyes went lifeless, and he fell limp to the ground.

[unsentmaester]

Maester's Duties

Replies I owe:

> Anima (x2) > Paine > Wakka > Leblanc

If I owe you, like this post c:

[besaidsguardian-deactivated2013]

Wakka stared at the pink clad woman in front of him, his eyes wandering..‘Snap out of it Wakka.’He mentally slapped himself and looked up at the woman’s face. Well this was new. He hadn’t realized the woman of Spira had become so scantily clad recently. Maybe he’d missed one or two things. “Ah. Hey. Pleasure to meet you miss..”

[ruburan-blog]

Leblanc gave the man her sweetest smile. He seemed familiar in some way, she thought to herself. Then again, she was certain that they had never met before. Oh well. She would have to remain on her best behavior until she figured out who he was. It wouldn't do to make a fool of herself in front of someone potentially influential.

"Leblanc," she offered, and, after a brief moment of pause, "You're a handsome one."

[besaidian]

Wakka and Yuna are reincarnated into another lifetime.

(They meet, she is blind and he is not, and who knows what happens next.)

Drabble prompt from thegingerblitzer. —- Her eyes were filmed over. His hands, his heart, were warm on her shoulders. She imagined his eyes were too. He spoke with a heavy accent, casual and adding a lilt to his voice. It rumbled his chest, his breath smelled of bread and herbs.

Her fingers rose up, landed on his chin. Whatever he had been saying stopped, his lips left open. His stubble prickled her palms. She traced up to his cheekbone, sharp, over the bridge of his nose, strong, and up to his eyebrows, thick. His skin was weathered, dry in some places.

(What color were his eyes?)

(What was color?)

She wished she could see. She wished she could see the sky and the grass and the bark on the trees and the color of this stranger’s eyes, his hair, his skin. Because she could feel texture, could place textures to objects and she could hear accents, could paste accents onto raised maps. But she would never know color, not really.

Someone could tell her that the sky was blue, but what was blue? The taste in the air or the feeling of wind on her skin?

Her hand still rested on his brow, his mouth was still open. He breathed breadair into her face, causing her nose to wrinkle at the smell. She could feel his head tilt as his mouth flopped, trying to grasp for words to put to his thoughts. She smiled at him, removed her hand.

“I am Yuna,” she told him, bright as sunshine.

“Wakka.”

He walked her home that day.

(And the day after that, and the day after that, and everyday after that.)

[theblitzace]

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"Sure thing Wakka!"