“Heh...heh...heh.” ~
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@thepaintedmadman
“Heh...heh...heh.” ~
Channeling his inner Curly Howard. ~
“Sand. We meet again.” ~
Destroying everything, or being destroyed by everything. I wonder which will make me feel alive. Make me smile.
Maybe I just need to see this room painted red. “Heh...heh...heh.” ~
“Heh...heh....heh.” ~
“Kidnapping? Bah. Been there, done that. Nothing beats the sound of thousands of voices screaming in unison! Hehehe.”
Too late.
I meme’d for you. >)
@artemisxbow
God Form Kefka, as featured in Final Fantasy XIV: Stormblood.
Source url from Creative Uncut.
Concept art copyright by Square Enix.
∞ Keepsakes ∞ Project Flangst: Ties To The Great Scourge.
Edgar:
“L–Lucy, woah! What’s the big idea!?”
There’s a shriek and the clatter of equipment as the King is violently jerked out of his saddle without warning. He lands hard on his back when his bird rears up and throws him off in the same motion, clearly spooked by… Something.
Winded and altogether startled, Edgar rolls onto his side with a wheeze. He slowly stumbles back up onto his feet, moving to re-establish some sort of control over his wayward Chocobo. Muttering a curse or two under his breath, the King attempts to reign in his feather-brained companion and groans when she doesn’t obey, annoyed by the sudden halt in the progress they’d made on the way between South Figaro and the Castle.
“Oh, Luce, you big baby… There isn’t anything here to fear.”
Naturally, Edgar is keen to get back to his people as quickly as he can. Back to where he belongs... As soon as he can get his companion calm enough to safely remount again, of course, and he takes the time to run his fingers gently through Lucy’s long, feathered neck in an attempt to soothe her fears.
Ah, but the longer he struggles with his bird, the more he begins to understand that something may indeed be very wrong. Lucy’s never usually this timid, ( in fact, she’s almost always well-behaved, as one might expect from a Royal Mount ) and she usually even borders on being a tad too boisterous and overconfident for her own good.
So, this behavior right here? It is completely unlike her, and he eventually decides he should heed her warning and keep a sharp eye out, ready to let his companion run loose at a moments notice. Animals have far keener instincts than humans could ever hope to possess, and whatever she’s picked up on?
It cannot be good for the both of them.
[Ambience transition to silence.]
Edgar’s statement would have been met with scrutiny, if it was from a normal “peanut gallery.” Lucy the chocobo had plenty to worry about now, and if their rider had any good sense, they’d turn around and ride the way they came from. Though Kefka counted on those “beneath his feet” to make stupid mistakes, thereby ensuring their doom. It took the fun out of everything he did, but it sure made his job easier. A pity that at this very moment, the former mindset was winning out.
[Ambience: Gongora’s Plot]
Despite that, when Kefka finally made himself known to Edgar, there was no hint of the trademark simper, or the singsong voice that was the precursor to all forms of shit about to go down. It was glib, on the cusp of irritation, the same voice he used with Locke before, one of the rare instances where he wasn’t treating someone as a “thing,” but a tangible thorn in the side of his ambitions. “Setting your sights pretty high, aren’t you, boy?” The fact his body was in suspension and his fingers curled on occasion may not have been a clear indication of the hell Kefka was going to unleash, but it was a long time coming, and there was still flames of opposition in places he had overlooked. While it did nothing but buy them time, Kefka knew that the events of Narshe and Fynn would make their way to Edgar, and he was here to remind him once more of a simple and obvious truth.
People were going to die. There was nothing Edgar could do to stop it. ~
“I don’t need to toy with you. It’s just more fun that way.” ~
riotxblade
// Calm your tits.
My tits are calm thank you.
Meanwhile, I just got chills considering how this one song has so many opening sequence implications that could be applied to this newly crafted idea, and just having Adol and Romeo in the end with their villain counterparts in an ambiguous silhouette style near the end of this song to top it off.
Shit.
I got chills.
I told myself I’d do replies on my muses. Instead I fell into the Ys hole. lol
hey if you’re part of the world of balance verse can you like/reblog this? i’m gonna make a masterlist (and then send each one of you a starter).
Had to put my emotions somewhere
Behold.
My nerd level is over 9000.
And now for the rest of this. It should be enough to pass muster but I can revise it as I go. @ndeavor
For the sake of expanding and adding more depth to the bearers, share 5 to 6 little it-bits (info/headcanons) about your muse’s crystal bearer:
Kefka Palazzo’s Crystal Bearer: Adol Rubrum - He/Him - 19 years old
1. Adol received the title of “Red Haired Adventurer” due to his penchant of traveling the world. He owes allegiance to no one as far as political bodies are concerned---preferring just to believe in people instead---coming and going on the coattails of a rumor.
2. The reasons for Adol becoming an adventurer are two-fold: One, to better himself should he ever be put in a situation where it would require defending himself from ne’er-do-wells, and two, to keep the general populace safe should he ever lose control (see Kefka).
3. Another interesting quirk is no matter what the situation aside from battle, if Adol idles long enough, his right hand always finds its way to his hip and his back pocket.
4. Not much is known about Adol's past, except that he was born in a small nameless mountain village, thought to be somewhere near Pravoka.
5. Being a man of adventure and of few words, he never stays in the same place for long and always expresses himself through motivation and his will to fight and help those in need.
6. Sometime during his early childhood, an elderly traveling merchant came to his village. His stories of far off lands captured Adol's imagination early on. Between this, and his father's bedtime stories of dragon-slaying heroes, Adol decided to one day become an adventurer. He continued to dream of far-off lands, and when he was 16, left his home village to begin his own adventures, leading us to the present day.
7.(BONUS!): Sadly I’m not much of an artist so I took a page out of the reasonable facsimile of the look I was going for. (Source)
TAGGING: [Verse] My Crystal Bearer Is A Goody Goody.