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          let’s  talk  about  how  ike  watched  the  strongest  warrior  he  knew,  his  father,  get  cut  down  in  front  of  him  as  if  he  were  nothing.  let’s  talk  about  how  he  literally  carried  his  dying  father,  begging  him  to  stay  alive,  as  he  felt  his  clothes  pooling  with  blood  that  didn’t  belong  to  him.  let’s  talk  about  how  not  even  a  day  had  passed  in  mourning  when  the  fighting  continued,  meaning  that  he  had  no  time  to  mourn  nor  grieve.  let’s  talk  about  how  he  didn’t  cry,  he  couldn’t  cry,  and  had  to  remain  invincible  and  infallible  as  the  new  leader  of  the  greil  mercenaries.

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“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

MEME   |   ACCEPTING↳   hurt meme.

          The  end  of  an  era,  the  slashed  conclusion  of  numerous  lives  signified  by  the  clank  of  bloodied,  stained  armor  set  onto  the  rack  for  the  rest  of  the  lengthy  midnight  hours.  For  the  gracious  whom  were  blessed  enough  to  survive  the  encounter  with  their  limbs  intact,  without  the  pain  too  vicious  as  to  blind  their  senses,  they  remained  the  last  to  hark  upon  the  silence  of  the  encampment  post  the  massacre  of  their  forces.  Even  with  the  reaper  at  their  doorstep  and  a  foe  by  their  nearby  side,  not  a  moment  could  be  spared  in  mourning  nor  healing.  As  per  code,  with  watch  required  to  keep  the  camp  safe  and  their  numbers  dwindling,  the  commander  himself  would  take  this  duty  for  the  evening.

          Naught  one  whom  had  ever  grown  comfortable  with  war,  with  the  wiping  of  so  much  life  off  the  plane  of  existence,  moments  in  solitude  were  to  be  where  he  would  pass  the  prolonged  night  of  watch.  Be  it  bleeding,  as  was  his  case,  but  his  stubbornness  and  self-sacrificing  nature  took  precedence.  Instead  of  wasting  a  charge  of  a  stave  on  himself,  it  could  be  handled  just  as  that,  by  himself.  None  were  responsible  for  his  injury  save  his  own  folly,  so  perhaps  this  could  serve  as  punishment,  a  learning  experience  to  by  remembered. 

          At  least,  those  were  the  morbid  thoughts  which  wracked  his  brain  until  the  sound  of  another’s  arrival  drew  his  cautious  gaze.  Widening  cerulean  eyes  instantly  calm  the  moment  the  stranger  is  recognized,  the  laguz  being  one  whom  he  could  definitely  identify  as  friend.  Her  touch  is  uncalled  for,  but  not  unappreciated.  He  remains  still  as  she  works,  shifting  his  attention  from  his  post,  the  floor,  and  her  deft  hands.  Before  long,  she  has  completed,  now  offering  orders  of  her  own.  

          ❛   You  didn’t  have  to.  But  still,  thank  you,  Lethe.   ❜

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          ❛   Why  would  anyone  want  to  be  a  butler  to  some  noble?  It  sounds  demeaning,  and  draining.   ❜ 

@healour.

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hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

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          ❛   Bandits  are  roaming  these  parts.  At  least  until  my  mercenaries  handle  the  situation,  you  might  want  to  vacate  this  church.   ❜ 

@kxrei.

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          The  resonating  melody  of  another  perks  his  ears,  halting  his  midnight  patrol  through  this  encampment  for  which  he  still  finds  difficulty  in  navigating.  Memories  flow  back  at  the  last  occurrence  in  which  a  song  felt  so  heavy,  thickening  the  air  to  where  walking  through  felt  as  if  traversing  through  fresh  molasses.  Pristine  feathers,  a  beauty  known  by  few  and  remembered  by  fewer,  vanguard  drawn  to  the  noise  as  a  moth  to  flame,  if  only  to  catch  a  sliver  of  home.  

          Yet,  all  he  seemed  to  accomplish  was  disrupt  upon  the  songstress  princess,  whose  blood  lacked  the  magical  and  bestial  qualities  which  he  sought  for.  Crestfallen,  but  nonetheless  curious,  he  makes  her  aware  of  his  presence  with  a  knock.

          ❛   Sorry  to  intrude,  Princess.  I  heard  your  song  and  it  reminded  me  of  a  question  I  wanted  to  ask  of  you,  if  you  have  the  time.   ❜ 

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          Down  shall  the  blessed  blade  strike,  smiting  the  last  of  the  damnable  creatures  whom  earned  his  ire.  Despite  his  own  ignorance  as  towards  what  land  he  found  himself  in,  and  the  foes  to  be  fought  in  this  foreign  place,  the  basics  of  life  and  survival  never  changed.  Surrounded  by  the  corpses  of  demons,  he  had  one  other  to  thank,  the  woman  of  white  hair  whose  form  was  akin  to  beings  merely  depicted  in  art,  in  nightmares.  Together,  they  strove  towards  this  common  goal  of  rescuing  the  villagers,  even  if  they  did  not  know  the  name  of  the  other.

          ❛   Thanks  for  the  save  back  there.  I’ve  never  seen  monsters  like  those,  although  I  happen  to  know  a  thing  or  two  about  saving  towns.  You  a  type  of  laguz  or  something?   ❜

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          Perhaps  his  own  virulent  heroism  was  to  blame,  but  on  the  same  note,  it  would  also  be  the  fault  of  the banditry.  For  their  unabashed  assaults  on  others,  be  it  laguz  or  beorc,  caring  not  for  social  class  nor  character,  it  painted  a  terribly  shameful  portrait  of  Crimea.  His  actions,  as  headstrong,  reckless  as  his  fellow  mercenaries  would  have  called  it,  were  merely  required  at  this  moment.  To  save  this  young  woman,  whose  mere  presence  seemed  to  elicit  conflict,  was  his  next  journey  into  harm’s  path.  The  cost  of  his  interference  would  be  a  cut  to  his  face,  an  aimed  dagger  strike  just  narrowly  missing  his  eye.

          ❛   It’s  just  a  scratch.  Nothing  to  worry  about.  You  all  right?   ❜ 

@castitatli. 

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          Poised  with  the  allure  of  a  rose’s  scent  and  roar  of  the  crowd,  ever  so  pleased  with  their  entertainment  for  the  night,  never  had  the  theater  drawn  his  fascination.  Neither  the  appeals  from  their  resident  royal  nor  his  beloved  sister  could  pull  him  towards  such  indulgence.  Rather  than  neutrality  for  the  art,  despite  his  ignorance,  there  laid  a  disdain  for  the  “fine  arts”  as  the  nobility  called  it,  deemed  a  mere  waste  of  time.  

          Still,  he  could  not  deny  this  performer  the  grace  that  her  movements  cradled,  having  entranced  him  without  meaning.

          ❛   You  don’t  have  to  stop  dancing  just  because  I’m  here.  I  thought  you  looked  really  nice.   ❜ 

@airabesque.

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          ❛   Right.  Where  again  did  you  say  we  were?   ❜

@tactiquess.

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          Blade  encompassed  by  legends  grasped  between  calloused  fingers,  the  weighted  weapon  bares  its  teeth  towards  the  neck  of  the  enemy  commander.  Travel  through  the  Outrealm  gates  spoke  true  to  warnings  of  it,  disorientating  to  say  the  least.  His  skull  throbbing  of  regret  towards  this  ill  decision,  the  smoky,  blood-scented  battlefield  belonging  to  a  land  which  he  has  never  seen  before.  The  garb  of  the  soldiers  foreign,  their  battle  styles  reminiscent  of  the  past  but  all  too  different.  

          While  ignorant  to  the  landscape  and  its  people,  morals  found  themselves  ever  so  heightened,  neither  time  nor  distance  quelling  his  sharpened  sense  of  dignity.  To  see  the  suffering  of  an  enemy,  even  if  struck  down  upon  battle,  was  nary  a  sight  which  could  glimpse  passed  his  fatigued  gaze.  Power  never  changed,  no  matter  where  he  traveled,  and  the  enemy  commander  was  right  in  his  view.

          ❛   Call  off  your  attack  on  these  people.  There  isn’t  any  reason  for  your  army  to  be  acting  so  maliciously.  You’ve  won  ─  that’s  it.   ❜ 

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LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

name: toni eye color: dark brown / near black hair style/colour: naturally, i have straight black hair. i bleached it four times so it’s now platinum blonde and i tone it with purple shampoo to get grey. i currently just got the two block cut hairstyle, which is basically an undercut! height: 5 ‘ 2 “ ft........ clothing style: chic, pretty fashionable, color coordinated, etc ??? i Love my fashion style and i always have accessories best physical feature: probably my eyes or my hair! or my smile maybe

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

your fears: bugs get them out of here your guilty pleasure: yaoiz ambitions for the future: i have changed my major three times i have no idea but maybe a type of performer even tho i’m currently a chem major

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

your first thoughts waking up:  WHY IS THE BABY SCREAMING what you think about most: the future! i have so many plans for it so i’m starting my work Early what you think about before bed: usually tumblr bc that’s what i check before bed

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

single or group dates: i’ve never been on either So to be loved or respected: u don’t have to love me but u do have to respect me :^) beauty or brains:  brains 100% dogs or cats: i Don’t Like cats Bye give me 15 puppies to follow me around

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU.

lie: yeah but we All do so believe in yourself: yes believe in love: yes want someone: more like the idea of someone rather than just a specific person

LAYER SIX: EVER?

been on stage: many times! done drugs: nope changed who you were to fit in: yes and honestly??? it’s not always a bad thing bc getting involved in new things Helped me become a better and more well-rounded person

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

favourite colour: neutral colors or blue or red Pls favourite animal: give me shiba or give me death favourite movie: star wars tbh favourite show: okay i love twd i love lost i love atla i love blue exorcist i love lots of things BUT NARUTO MAYBE ???? #nostalgia honestly favourite book: i Don’t Really read except for things required for Classes..

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

day your next birthday will be: october 25th how old will you be: 19 does age matter: yes my tinder is set to a max of 22

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And I would put my own happiness aside in a heartbeat just to assure you were okay.

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