skillful in silver

PERMANENT SEMI-HIATUS

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i shouldnt be on this blog but im trying to find my reno blog and idr his url. 

anyone got a memory of his url ?

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' i'm such a good person ' i say as i throw all of the sad aus fullspeed at koko ( @sanctiichor )

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not seen : me , breathing heavily at how firion's skin only looks TANNED in dissidia ( & in the op cutscene to ffii hes snow white )

He Is POC

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LUPIN. I . FUCKING . LOVE YOU LIKE A BROTHER. OKAY. YOU'RE AMAZING AND YOU'RE WONDERUFL AND YOU ONLY DDESERVE THE BEST AND WONDERFUL THINGS IN LIFE

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS I LOVE YOU TOO COME OVER HERE ILL KICK UR ASS

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i hate this

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you're so in love with firion, aren't you?

Send “You’re so in love with _____, aren’t you?” for my muse’s reaction // ( x )

tagging @wldrose for this because you can’t stop me //

Had he been so obvious?

He thought he had been subtle in his glances…in his touches…in his mannerisms towards the rebel.

Though…he supposed he hasn’t. Those glances…the longing that was probably reflected in cerulean hues, the longing to talk to him as more than just comrades in the battlefield, to be able to laugh with him so freely, without a worry in the world…the touches, though brief as they were….they were lingering, as if taking as much time as he can to relish in this closeness that he knows that he can never truly have. Nor ever deserve.

The softness, oh how he tried to battle it when he was with Firion…but it spills from his chest like the waters of the great sea…the other just made his heart soar and beat like the drums. He finds his mask of stoicism melting away like the candle to a flame in light of Firion’s mere presence…

His eyes, shining with hope and determination to accomplish his dream…his beautiful and bright dream…his smile….his warm and youthful laugh….the soft look he gives the precious rose he hold so dear…

He wished he was the one receiving such looks…

He wished he was the one who made him laugh…

He wished to be the one to help him achieve his dream…

He wished to always be by his side…

He wished to always love him…

But alas…in this world, once this conflict has ended and they all return to their worlds….that will be the end of that. It is simply not meant to be. There is simply no way Firion, could ever love someone who he will never see again…

He could never love someone…who is no one all at once.

How could he love someone with nothing?

No….it just cannot be.

“…That may be…however, I have nothing to offer him. “

The words were spoken solemnly as he once more looked towards the rebel, who was talking with Cecil some ways, a bright smile upon his youthful and beautiful visage…his heart pounded wildly within his iron plated chest at the sight…

“ He deserves someone who will offer him the world…someone who will always be there with him…and that is not me. “

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because firion doesn't have a canon height, and @duelbreak being a little shit ( and tida being a butt ) i'm probably gonna be changing firion's height to 6'1.5" ;*

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petition for @yuraitsja to eventually make a minw//u blog

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it takes but a second for tanned fingers to graze the hilt of his reddened blade, eyes narrowed; something stirred within the heart of the rebel, hatred, anger; it blossomed and grew. he knew the situation, knew that once more would he face the emperor of palamecia. ' i will not allow you to win this time, victory does not lay with your name; once more sha'll my sword be what ends you. ' a subtlw growl flowed with his swords, portraying his frustration and abhor quite beautifully.

A CLASH OF STEEL! The Emperor’s scepter flies forward from his hand to meet the rebel’s blade. Twisted gold and ebony meets with scarlet red– accompanied by the flash of SPARKS from the impact.

      Mateus himself sits upon air as though it was his throne. A dark chuckle escaping as he applauded what was viewed as the rebel’s spectacle. How dramatic the boy was. “ So, you return to the conflict with the vigor of a true champion!  Judging by your words, you’ve retained your memories this time as well. 

Still… A worm is ‘naught more than a WORM. The only difference that it makes is that I shall savor my victories against you EVEN MORE in knowing that you now TRULY understand that even death can not impel me. ”

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any ff story :   sends out a lamia @yuraitsja :   it’s looking for firion me :   st O P

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❛ i can do this with my eyes closed. ❜

o.verwatch// ( x )

@wldrose

“ I have no doubt you can Firion. “

The leader speaks as he watched from the sidelines as the youth drew his bow back, aiming for the makeshift target resting some yards away on the unfortunate pine tree that was selected to hold it.

Firion had been here for a time it seems when the warrior found him and decided to watch as the youth practiced his marksmanship , now while Light knows he is formidable, the slight cockiness he displayed could be a disadvantage in battle…so the warrior decided to teach him a small lesson in humility.

Taking a few steps until he was beside the younger warrior, Light waited until Firion was ready to release the arrow to nudge his elbow, causing the arrow to fly in another direction, missing the target completely.

“ Oh my…looks like you need some practice still. “

The jest was said with a gentle undertone of laughter in the usually stone set voice of the warrior, blue hues shimmering just some with mirth.

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MILK  &  HONEY                POETRY  RP  STARTERS  BY  RUPI  KAUR. PART 1.   FEEL  FREE  TO  MODIFY  PRONOUNS.

❛    we  are  capable  of  love  but  choose  to  be  toxic.   ❜  ❛    you  have  a  sadness  living  in  places  sadness  shouldn’t  live. ❜ ❛    i’m  difficult  to  forget  and  not  easy  for  the  mind  to  follow.  ❜ ❛    you  are  a  war.   ❜      ❛    every  revolution  starts  and  ends  with  his  lips.   ❜ ❛    the  truth  is..  you  make  me  speechless  ❜ ❛    he  makes  my  tongue  so  weak  it  forgets  what  language  to  speak  in.  ❜ ❛    what  drives  you  crazy?  what  keeps  you  up  at  night?  ❜ ❛    so  that’s  what  you  do..  you  command  attention.  ❜ ❛    you  look  like  you  smell  of  honey  and  no  pain.  ❜       ❛    i  always  get  myself  into  this  mess.  ❜ ❛    i’m  a  dreamer  and  that  will  be  the  death  of  me.  ❜ ❛    you  were  so  distant.  i  forgot  you  were  there  at  all.  ❜ ❛    don’t  mistake  salt  for  sugar.  if  he  wants  to  be  with  you.. he will.  ❜        ❛    you  were  temptingly  beautiful       but  stung  when  i  got  too  close.  ❜ ❛    don’t  come  here  with  expectations  and  try  to  make  a  vacation  out  of  me.  ❜ ❛    the  thing  worth  holding  on  would  of  never  let  go.  ❜ ❛    love  made  the  danger  in  you  look  like  safety.  ❜ ❛    i  don’t  grieve..  i  shatter.  ❜        ❛    when  i’m  angry,  i  don’t  yell        i  burn.  ❜ ❛    we  began  with  honesty.  let  us  end  in  it,  too.  ❜ ❛    your  voice  alone  drives  me  to  tears.  ❜ ❛    like  a  broken  promise..  let  it  go.  ❜ ❛    our  backs  tell  stories  no  books  have  have  the  spine  to  carry.  ❜   ❛    you  were  a  dragon  long  before  he  came  around  and  said  you  could  fly.  you  will  remain  a  dragon  long  after  he’s  left.  ❜ ❛    the  world  gives  you  so  much  pain,  and  here  you  are  making  gold  out  of  it.  ❜      ❛    you  split  me  open  in  the  most  honest  way  there  is.  ❜

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"Why do you love vore so much?"

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                   “     i heard the word from a friend and thus it has become a word of my vocabulary ; however , i do not for certain know what it means .     “

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🎨 vore me

‘🎨’ for an aesthetic or mood collage// ( x )

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[ The Warrior of Light & Firion ]

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me: im a calm and collected person

sb: the cast of ffii

me: starts to cry

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You’ve got a heart as loud as lions so why let your voice be tamed?

Emili Sandé, “Read All About It” (via wordsnquotes)

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HEADCANON.   firion learned how to braid hair from maria, and he enjoys doing it as it puts his mind at ease - even in dissidia it does, but he does not know from where he learnt it nor how he knows it; so he will sometimes ask to braid someone's hair when he is feeling particularly antsy, the activity simply seems to calm him down.