Who said anything about strong? You'll make it.

jacktheironknife: Adventurous.

Fri, 06 Jun 2014 21:34:00 -0500

jacktheironknife:

Adventurous.

carrionkings: Fight to the Death | Hitoshi Sakimoto

Wed, 28 May 2014 00:37:32 -0500

carrionkings:

Fight to the Death | Hitoshi Sakimoto

Photo

Mon, 19 May 2014 02:24:06 -0500

stealing-your-rhythm: “Eruyt Village” || Final...

Thu, 15 May 2014 22:18:16 -0500

stealing-your-rhythm:

“Eruyt Village” || Final Fantasy XII OST

mortevatem: Me? “No, thanks.“ He quickly wanted to scurry back to his dorm. His canaries...

Thu, 15 May 2014 22:09:49 -0500

mortevatem:

_{Me? “No, thanks.“ He quickly wanted to scurry back to his dorm. His canaries were waiting on their dinner, after all.}

_{…Isn’t that the guy who ran into that girl, anyway?}

_{…Isn’t that the formal-jogger again? He looked anxious to run off again. Sitting up from the dorm couches, Vaan held out a controller to him, regardless.}

_{“C’mon! One game never hurt anyone.”}

|| vaanratsbane started following you

Thu, 15 May 2014 22:05:29 -0500

indritjis:

✠ “Sounds dangerous," he commented, thumbing his chin thoughtfully. Then again, Vaan clearly wasn’t from this area, so right now, anything to him might be ‘too far off to tell’. Ingus looked back at him and nodded, a reassuring smile plastered on his face. “Let’s just keep our guards up, aye?”

The young knight opened his satchel and began to sift through the contents, mumbling an audible ‘excuse me’ at the young Dalmascan. When he had failed to find what he was looking for, he looked up at Vaan, eyes knit in disappointment. “I’m afraid I’ve no spare maps with me…”

_{Dangerous… it was a substantial size, but even if it had been the size of a hare, supposed he should hold some caution, at least more than usual, for the sake of his own newness with the area. Watching Ingus rummage through his bag’s contents, his mind wandered to the temptation of what value the loot from it could hold in his own land.}

_{“That’s a shame…”}

_{Which it was.}

_{Only, he had already made up his mind to pursue the creature. Vaan let out a laugh before flashing a smile at the other, “I’ll just have to use my sense of direction then.”}

rosannean: Clearly, the words that the noble spoke had rung true — for he severely doubted if...

Thu, 15 May 2014 21:40:00 -0500

rosannean:

Clearly, the words that the noble spoke had rung
true — for he severely doubted if the other would
react in a manner such as this, were he truly as
innocent as he attempted to claim. he was blund-
ering, uncertain of how to defend himself against
a claim that been, more or less, a bullseye. Lips
would purse, and Virion’s gaze would quickly flit
downwards, so as to take in the rest of the other
male’s appearance. He wasn’t dressed like any
of the other citizens currently occupying the busy
market — moreover, he did not look like a denizen
of Valm at all. Perhaps that would explain it, then?
He was stranded, and thus stooped as low as
thievery to earn attention — or money?

It was a bit of a stretch, to say the least; but the
elder had nothing else to go off of at the moment.

” ᴛʜᴇ time for excuses has long since passed,
I fear — ᴀɴᴅ I’d have vastly preferred to hear
the truth fall from your lips, anyway. ”

With that, the grip he had upon the others’ wrist is
diminished, and the offending hand is released. A
bold move, to be sure — almost as though he was
certain the boy-thief would not immediately run.

Even if he did, Virion would likely catch him.

” sᴏ, speak the truth to me. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ not of Rosanne,
are you, boy? sᴜʀᴇʟʏ you did not travel here solely
to attempt to pick a Duke’s pockets —. ”

_{Did he say Duke? The day had frankly gone from
bad to worse in all of a few moments. Perhaps the
obviously wealthy had not been the best targets.}

_{A bit of shock left Vaan as the nobility had released
          his arm. He used one hand to clasp the other’s wrist
          defensively and took a step back. Had he truly been
        that trusting of him not to flee? Or perhaps, he wasn’t
                   interested in turning him in, after all? Regardless, his
                      prying about Vaan’s general intentions seemed to
                      demand an answer. One which actually, after the
                      other’s protests, might be better given truthfully. He
                    had seen through Vaan’s poor attempts before,
                      anyways. No use in attempting to hide his intentions.}

_{“The truth is that I’m on my way to look
into some rumors of a valuable west of
here. I was just passing through and}_{needed something to get by.”}

_{Thinking about it, that did sound rather awful to hear aloud.}

_{“Just to get to the next town, I mean.
                          My loot from hunting hasn’t been
                          that great out here, and ya know
                           how it can be…”}

_{Reminding himself of the other’s position,
   however, Vaan considered the chance
   that the other didn’t know. The thief could
   only hope once again, but certain past
   encounters with officials left him doubtful.}

_{“Not that it changes things for you, I guess.
Being a D u k e, aren’t ya gonna have
someone arrest me or something?”}

mortevatem: ”Rebel against the fate that descends.” Peering over to view the...

Thu, 15 May 2014 20:40:00 -0500

mortevatem:

_{”Rebel against the fate that descends.”}

_{Peering over to view the other’s book, seemingly one supportive of romantic ideals, Vaan responded, “You can try, but if it’s really fate, is it even possible to rebel against it?"}

☁

Thu, 15 May 2014 20:26:54 -0500

send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter.

_{“Bust out the Contra, Let’s play Nintendo.”}

It was raining again, like that was all this damn city did while the group of them had come...

Thu, 15 May 2014 20:26:00 -0500

_{It was raining again, like that was all this damn city did while the group of them had come on vacation, which did not help the fact that Vaan had seemingly lost everyone in – what was either Queen Anne or the Lantern District according to the map on his cell…}

_{The glow of neon lettering in foreign characters and general décor around him, however, would insinuate the latter. His general frustration was building. Giving up on}_{GPS, the tourist finally let go of his pride to ask a near passerby, “Hey, would you mind tellin’ me which way the Space Needle is?”}

abrideoffire-archived-deactivat: send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my...

Thu, 15 May 2014 19:50:07 -0500

abrideoffire-archived-deactivat:

send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter.

vierawoodarchive-blog: What difference does it make? We have to...

Tue, 13 May 2014 01:56:49 -0500

vierawoodarchive-blog:

_{What difference does it make? We have to find Penelo.}

ω 【・ヘ・?】ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉピ ▼

Tue, 13 May 2014 00:32:00 -0500

ω: Have you ever dyed your hair? If so, what color(s)?

Yes, I dyed blue hair streaks in my hair last semester, dark and subtle though.

【・ヘ・?】: Ever tripped in front a bunch of people?

~~No, never~~. Yes, practically every day. A couple weeks ago, I did so twice, in front of the same people, which I did not know.

ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ: Have you ever wanted to flip a table before? If so, why?

Many times. Over grades, traffic, coding frustrations, but mostly because of people.

ピ: Did you like Pokemon as a child?

What’s Pokémon? Yes, but I wasn’t nearly as into it as my friends and classmates.

▼: Could you live without the internet?

Probably. It would inconvenient and my life would lack music variety, but I’ll read books and play video games to pass the time, tbh.

put a symbol in my ask

까

Tue, 13 May 2014 00:19:00 -0500


 까: Cookies or brownies?

Brownies. Especially undercooked ones.

put a symbol in my ask

Put a symbol in my ask:

Tue, 13 May 2014 00:07:53 -0500

ᄏ: Play any instruments?
ω: Have you ever dyed your hair? If so, what color(s)?
△: Have you ever painted the walls of your room?
【・ヘ・?】: Ever tripped in front a bunch of people?
＊: When was the last time you tied your hair up? (if your hair is long enough)
旦: Last time you drove your car (if you can drive/have one)?
愛: Are you currently dating?
太: When it's New Year's, do you make New Year Resolutions and actually commit to them?
(｀▽´)Ψ: Did you used to play hide-and-seek when you were little inside stores?
(づ￣ ³￣)づ : Have you ever had to hug someone you didn't want to?
空: Did you ever throw up after one roller coaster ride or a few?
☆: Have you ever played games such as 'Spin the Bottle'?
⊙: Are you happy with where you are in life right now?
ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ: Have you ever wanted to flip a table before? If so, why?
ピ: Did you like Pokemon as a child?
(⌒.−): Are there times where you wish to go back in time and redo or fix something you regret?
♪: Do you find yourself singing or humming to yourself sometimes?
☁: Ever wanted to learn a foreign language?
(;° ロ°): Have you ever lost your wallet or purse?
ス: Have you ever swallowed gum?
≋: Post a picture of yourself.
⅚: Post the link if your current favorite song.
ღ: Post a gif of what you're currently feeling right now.
≘: Have you ever watched the sun rise?
☄: Would you defend a friend if they were in danger?
➍: Ever been to a concert? Was it fun?
♛: Do you like group projects?
高: How often do you use headphones/earbuds?
ಲ: Headphones or earbuds?
♞: Showers or baths?
✗: Walks on the beach or in a forest?
⊙﹏⊙: Which horror movie scared you the most? If any?
^∇^: Has your best friend ever made you angry?
（．＿．）: Do you think you are an awkward person?
メ: Cupcakes or muffins?
(●´∀｀●): Ponies or Horses?
♯: Would you like to be able to fly?
(ﾉ´▽｀)ﾉ: Ever done or considered to do drugs?
ℝ: What color shirt are you currently wearing?
Æ: What color underwear did you wear yesterday?
☪: Have you ever flipped off someone?
♬: Cats or dogs?
礼: Would you swim in the lake or ocean?
の: Chocolate or Vanilla?
◐: Have you ever seen a meteor shower?
ᄇ: Have you ever broken a bone?
었: Any tattoos?
싫: Any piercings?
ℨ: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
Σ: Have you ever farted in public before?
ℋ: Tell us a recent awkward moment you had.
♔: Know the Duck Song? The Llama Song? Banana Phone?
۞: What shows did you watch when you were a child?
▼: Could you live without the internet?
Д: Strangest food you've eaten?
까: Cookies or brownies?

“Mawwage, Sweet Mawwage, is what bwings...

Sun, 11 May 2014 02:56:00 -0500

_“Mawwage,_{Sweet Mawwage,}_{is what bwings us togwether today.”}

le0night: Piano Collections - Final Fantasy XII | To Walk...

Sun, 11 May 2014 02:48:52 -0500

le0night:

Piano Collections - Final Fantasy XII | To Walk Amongst Gods / To the Place of the Gods

mortevatem: xanomaly: Perhaps it had been something of her fault—attention had been paid...

Sun, 11 May 2014 02:30:37 -0500

mortevatem:

xanomaly:

_{Perhaps it had been something of her fault—attention had been paid but her mind had yet wandered into unbidden territory without her express consent and, at times, it was difficult to track just where her mind was going. To what realms imaginings were disappearing off to and even as she walked across the campus which was still so new to her, arms laden down with her canvases that she had brought for the sake of saving some money, if not all that much. And to that end, perhaps it was her fault.}

_{But then—she had looked
                                    up as she heard the sound
                                    of wheels scraping against
                                    pavement. By that time, it
                                    had been too late, though.}

_{The crash itself did not hurt—not terribly, anyways. No, it was mostly the impact which jarred her, which caused pain to race up her spine as she fell to the ground, but her mind did long linger on the discomfort for very long. How could it, when she could hear her canvases falling to the ground? Clattering and scattering and some breaking because bodies had collided with them in between and she was not quite sure if it was panic that filled her throat, or a sense of hopelessness.}

_{Still there was that horrible, terrible sense of hope that maybe they were not as ruined as she thought, that maybe most of the canvases were okay, but that hope was dashed the moment she opened her eyes. For how could she keep up that hope when she saw wooden frames broken, some splintering, the untouched, stretched fabric torn on some of them. Yes, there were some that remained alright but—}

_{Most of them were g o n e, and probably could never be restored ever again. Certainly not the one which had been practically stabbed upon the young man’s hand, the one who had run into her on his—skateboard? A longboard, most likely, considering its size, but that was not what truly mattered at that moment and while she was not angry she felt incredible disappointment.}

_{( Yes, disappointment in herself—
                                                      and she supposed, this young man. )}

_{Slowly, she began to retrieve the canvases once more, piling the ones which she could reach carefully in front of her, as if that would stop them from being any more damaged. And a shadow fell upon her and she peered up at the man with sandy blond hair who looked a cross between apologetic and sheepish and her fingers dragged lightly over the rough texture of a mostly unharmed canvas, as if trying to draw comfort from it. Palms itched for a brush, a pencil, a piece of charcoal—}

_{Art was her reprieve in stressful situations.}

_{”—It’s… okay.”}

_{( It wasn’t. )}

_{He was late. A curse or a blessing, he had no idea, honestly. Freshman orientation, and he’d fussed for too long about rolling in his bed sheets with head turning to and fro. Several knocks of the snooze alarm later had left him frazzled and in a rush to make the several block dash that would lead from his apartment dorm to the campus grounds. Casually jogging along had allowed him to see the situation as it happened.}

_{A longboard, a girl, a boy with headphones playing too loudly, a bunch of canvas. All were included in the collision, and just as he’d witnessed it, the two were left to their own devices with retrieving the damaged squares from the ground. Hands reached up, and Aster found himself speeding up as he pulled his own headphones from the crown of his head to rest around his neck. He missed being able to offer her a hand up, but those who had been right there had neglected to offer at all, so he figured he wasn’t too much of a bad person.}

_{He didn’t normally like to help people, though.
People dug their spines into others and one
day they dug themselves so far in that removal
was f a t a l.}

_{His shoes stopped just behind her, however, as he knelt down and pulled at a few of the canvas squares that the young woman had neglected to see fall just short of her ankles. The white fabric was now not so white, some torn or stained, and others held damage to the wooden frames that kept them uniform and taut. As he extended them back out to the stranger, though, he was captivated, just for a moment, on the shade of her hair.}

_{Like a canary, such a vibrant shade of blonde
she was! He’d always had a soft spot for birds,
though, while others found them annoying…}

_{”… Here. See ya.“ Not that he intended those last words, though, as the moment he was relinquished of his duty as her helper, his feet carried his body onward and into the building. He’d rather have spoken up, but obviously, as a boy who came to school in September wearing a white button down with the sleeves rolled up, a black and red sweater vest, not even to mention the slacks, it was quite obvious where he stood against those athletic types. He’d just adjust the scarf around his neck, dip his chin back into the vermilion shelter, and act as if it didn’t matter.}

_{[ It definitely did, though.]}

_{What reprimand he had expected was nonexistent. Rather, the girl kneeling before him had given him reassurance that everything was fine. It almost made him feel guiltier about the collision. He could see the damage on the hemline of her previously all white dress. Seeing the stains from the nearby dirt and grass, he looked to his own apparel, realizing that his grimy tank and jeans were also suffering. However, he lacked enough concern to return to the dorm and change.}

_{Outwardly p a s s i v e, as if
      no collision had happened,}_{or like the canvases she
      had so delicately collected
      were unchanged, as if Vaan
      hadn’t just r u i n e d them.}

_{Noticing the girl’s fingers gripping the edge of the canvas in her hands, Vaan could sense her hint of anxiety. The blonde was probably just being polite… At this point, what was there to do anyway, besides acquire replacement supplies? That’s how I could fix this mess. Surely some of the art rooms had unused canvases he could get for her.Before mentioning this, though, a strangely formally-attired young man interceded, jogging, onto the scene to hand more of the scattered squares to the artist.}

_{Some jogger, swooping in from
                  the sidelines to collect remnants
                  of the scattered canvas, as if
                  taking break in his schedule to
                  merely lend aid, then j o g away.}

_{Why the hurry? – Wait. Damn it. The orientation – and he had already been late… Pulling his phone out of his pocket to check the time, he blurted to the girl before giving her a chance to reply, “Sorry again! I gotta go, but I totally owe you and will pay you back!” – Someday.}

_{He would have to make a mental note to remember that promise. Perhaps after orientation he could find some around, should he recall the need to search for them…}

_{Sprinting in the same direction as the formal runner, Vaan began toward the campus auditorium to sneak through one of the side doors. Scanning the dim room, he hovered near an empty space on the shoulder, noticing the outline of the jogger also entering the other side of the room as the speaker before them droned on about some student honor code. This would only get worse. Resigning to the imminent fact that his boredom would make his mind wander anyways, the long boarder prepared himself for the long spiel of student expectations and school history, all of which burdening the weight of his eyelids to be heavier and heavier.}

mortevatem: “Nah. I just read a lot.” “Huh,” Interesting concept… No...

Sun, 11 May 2014 01:11:41 -0500

mortevatem:

_{“Nah. I just read a lot.”}

_“Huh,”_{Interesting concept… No wonder the guy knew so much…}

mortevatem: ”That’s a melody for you. Harmonies make us, as humans, happier. That’s...

Sun, 11 May 2014 01:03:44 -0500

mortevatem:

_{”That’s a melody for you. Harmonies make us, as humans, happier. That’s why lullabies and bard songs are the true basis of storytelling.”}

_{“Huh, you sure know a lot about this stuff. All that may be true, I guess. Did you study music theory or something?”}

Who said anything about strong? You'll make it.

jacktheironknife: Adventurous.

carrionkings: Fight to the Death | Hitoshi Sakimoto

Photo

stealing-your-rhythm: “Eruyt Village” || Final...

mortevatem: Me? “No, thanks.“ He quickly wanted to scurry back to his dorm. His canaries...

|| vaanratsbane started following you

rosannean: Clearly, the words that the noble spoke had rung true — for he severely doubted if...

mortevatem: ”Rebel against the fate that descends.” Peering over to view the...

☁

It was raining again, like that was all this damn city did while the group of them had come...

abrideoffire-archived-deactivat: send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my...

vierawoodarchive-blog: What difference does it make? We have to...

ω 【・ヘ・?】 ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ ピ ▼

까

Put a symbol in my ask:

“Mawwage, Sweet Mawwage, is what bwings...

le0night: Piano Collections - Final Fantasy XII | To Walk...

mortevatem: xanomaly: Perhaps it had been something of her fault—attention had been paid...

mortevatem: “Nah. I just read a lot.” “Huh,” Interesting concept… No...

mortevatem: ”That’s a melody for you. Harmonies make us, as humans, happier. That’s...

ω 【・ヘ・?】ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉピ ▼