mortevatem:

   _{”Holding notes and tone takes practice, regulation… It’s not easy to sing well.”}

     _{"I guess I didn’t think of that – but even if you can’t sing well it can still have a way of lifting your spirits.“}

mortevatem:

   _{… I don’t find it that liberating… “… I find it more disciplining…”}

     _{Disciplining? “…how is that?”}

Do she got the cargo hold?

She doooooooooooooo.

vaanratsbane:

vaanratsbane:

vaanratsbane:

             _{*Singing to the airship*}

_{“~If I was your pilot, never let you go}

_{Keep you in the sky girl, you’d never be alone~”}

_{”~I’d like to make myself believe}

_{That airships fly slowly}

_{It’s hard to say that I’d rather fly away when I’m on my feet}

_{‘Cause airships are never as they seem~”}

_{“~I’m up all night to get air}

_{She’s up all night to get air}

_{We’re up all night to fly airships~”}

_{”~I CAME IN LIKE AN AIRSHIP GUN~“}

mortevatem:

xanomaly:

                  _{”Well, it does change the meaning of the sentence…”}

   _{”… Nick is quite different, after all.”}

                  _{“ … I’m still not being a dick or a nick… ”}

mortevatem:

xanomaly:

                  _{”… I don’t think you’re using Pig Latin right.”}

   _{”Ick-day, Vaan.”}

       _{"Does it matter?“}

mortevatem:

xanomaly:

                  _{”—————What’s a dingleweenie?”}

   _{”… A dick.”}

_{“Ace! Ixnay on the icknay!”}

mortevatem:

    _{“Don’t be a dingleweenie.”}

      _{“I’m not being a dingleweenie!”}

outdoormagic:

Colorful Lilies by Cole Chase Photography on Flickr.

mortevatem:

   _{Already ambling off to deal with unwanted pests, Ace had entirely missed the strange looks that he was being given for his choice in weaponry. Wouldn’t be the first time, though, he thought as it was mentioned, that somebody underestimated the strength of a little magic and some ordinary objects. Otherwise, step after step went behind the trail, to find it eventually underneath the slight gap that formed under every doorway.}

   _{”Uh… Yeah.“ A quick narrowing of his brows indicated that that was very well his intentions. It was a flan, a monster that controlled magical properties, something that disrupted the very balance of the structure of a magical academy. How could he not utilize his full strength to deal with it? Fingers twirled the flat sliver from knuckle to knuckle with ease, all in anticipation for what he was all too used to. A brief smirk, a less than comfortable exhale, everything served as a reminder: Killing was what he was familiar with.}

   _{”Is there a problem with that?”}

          _{A tad dumbfounded at the fact that his teasing had been on point, to the extent that he had apparently missed something obvious to Ace, Vaan considered the comedic image of the dealer throwing printed paper at the flan. At least, the little guy would probably get away from imminent death. Maybe a few paper cuts wouldn’t be quite so terrible.}

          _{Though, the determination of the other to destroy the thing with cards was concerning in itself. The malice that the other held for something less than a foot tall was a tad excessive, regardless of whatever danger he felt it may pose. Good day to be a hume…}

          _{Vaan slowed from his brisk pace to a casual walk, less alarmed about the monster’s welfare, until he had caught up to the other at the doorway. As for his concern over Ace’s methods, Vaan retired the majority of it.}

          _{“It… just doesn’t seem… very… effective, is all.”}