ANYWHERE YOU GO, LET ME GO TOO! CHRISTINE, THAT’S ALL I ASK OF——————
ind. erik / le fantôme of le fantôme de l’opéra. as told by noctis.
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i.. caved in
im also gonna be over here now @deformite !!
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i.. caved in
im also gonna be over here now @deformite !!
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i’ve gone by the alias noctis for so long and i honestly feel like? changing it
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hey what if i made a blog for erik from the phan.tom of the op.era, wouldn’t that be wild
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to be fair outside of ffxi.v i literally know nothing about final fan.tasy
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OUR MOST RADIANT SUN, WHERE HAS YOUR DEAREST LOVE GONE?
ind. mag.nai oronir of final fant.asy xiv. as written by noctis.
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OUR MOST RADIANT SUN, WHERE HAS YOUR DEAREST LOVE GONE?
ind. mag.nai oronir of final fant.asy xiv. as written by noctis.
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— description of the WIND - UP MAGNAI minion
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i made a new au ra in - game and honestly im determined to play on him since i haven’t really connected with any of my others
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Say what you want, But I adore Magnai.
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characters who are overly dramatic and can be downright petty are my favorite characters tbh
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GREEN; SUCH A FAMILIAR COLOR, the steppe flourishing with it — yellows and browns and the pure blue of the skyn mixing together in harmony. then why was this GREEN such an unwelcome guest? synthetic, a bright beacon, clashing harshly against whitened plate. it made him want to sneer, nose crinkling and lips pulling back, flashing sharp teeth, baring his face like a ravenous animal.
“ you test the PATIENCE of the most radiant sun, ” little more than a grumble, forced back behind the final threshold, waiting, simmering in throat, “ he thinks to make his reason known! ” sudden exclamation of powerful tongue, stretching out arms in mockery of plight. sneer, tranformed into twist of lip, and towering over the man of white and green made him feel a cruel sense of satisfaction.
“ foolish. ” he spat; back, straightened, shoulders, held proudly, and fists, balled to the point of knuckles turning white and firmly being placed at sides — what rich desire it was to feel superior, to be superior; THE ORONIR would always reign supreme — “ then be swift. sing your tale. ”
@ryuujn / sc.
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to be fair mag.nai is like, super shallow and it’s actually really hilarious and then again kind of sad because it leads way to a terrible desperation
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me: blows $18 to transfer my main to Balmung
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