Any of the Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles games
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…I never played any of them…;w;
{ never played } | want to play | terrible | boring | okay | good | great | a favorite
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Any of the Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles games
[ put a video game in my ask ]
…I never played any of them…;w;
{ never played } | want to play | terrible | boring | okay | good | great | a favorite
@venomous-heir
“Kid, if you’re gonna stare, have the decency of making it less obvious. What’s wrong with you?”
☯:First impression of your muse
Positive Interactions Headcanon; My muse's...
Eyes that have seen everything, hands that have been around the world. A build of the body and face that would raise questions about lineage no polite person would ask. A life lived that someone would want to write a book about.
venomous-heir replied to your post: “seriously is no one going to explain what fae pronouns and otherkin...”:
otherkin are basically people who identify as a species other than the species they actually are. Like an otherkin would identify as a tiger. Or a wolf. Or a cheetah.
So it's basically what "normal" people think furries are?
venomous-heir
I can't think of one good reason you should have pink goddamn hair, but I'm willing to hear an explanation for that.
"Your first born child," he joked. It was a tasteless joke but a joke nonetheless. He giggled, making sure the joke was obvious and wrung his hands. "No, you don't need to repay me! It's just a humble bouquet of flowers," Sakarias said.
"Are you quite sure? I couldn't let this go without giving you something in return."
He laughed, and it was a childish laugh, but not the laugh of an innocent. The boy's soul would smell pleasantly tainted, perhaps in the grey area between what Alois's soul smelled like and what Ciel's soul smelled like, with the determination and loyalty of Ciel's but the corruption and soiled-ness of Alois's. "Well, anyways, I wish you luck with your pregnancy. Children are always a reason to celebrate."
"As they should be. Is there any way I can do to repay your kindness?"
The noble boy arrived with a moderately sized bouquet of gardenias and celandines. "For the expecting mother," he announced cheerfully.
"My, those are lovely! Thank you!" he said and took the bouquet."