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bluwails · 17 days ago

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ARTFIGHT IS HERE! IM EXCITED LETS GO TEAM CRYSTAL!!

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bluwails · 2 months ago

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bonus:

THEYRE THROWIN' SHI-

#iop wakfu #wakfu oc #wakfu iop #wakfu #iop #wakfuoc #wakfu fanart #wakfu fandom #monk island

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bluwails · 3 months ago

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BROTHERS WE ARE FREE!!!

#hollow knight #hollowknight #hk #silk song #silksong

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bluwails · 4 months ago

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so i made a family and some lore for my iop and i cant stop...

My iop in question: Yidone!

So far all I really have is how her parents met

↣ Shipwrecked

"The Iop warrior groaned, blinking awake to the sound of crackling fire, crashing waves and the faint scent of salt. His entire body ached, but nothing felt as wrong as the emptiness where his arm should’ve been. A wrongness accompanied the emptiness by his left side. Panic surged through him, his other hand instinctively moving to grip his missing arm until a warm hand pressed against his chest.

"Hey, hey, don’t freak out, big guy," the Sacrier, he had met on the ship he was traveling on. She was a part of the pirate crew the allowed him on board, after shaking a couple of kama in the captain’s face to take him from Ereobia to the closest isle to Brakmar. Who would’ve thought they’d actually shoot the ship down.

Luckily enough they seemed to have washed up…Somewhere…together and alive. Patting his chest she soothed, her voice unusually soft. "You lost an arm in the wreck… but I, uh, did my best to patch you up." Her face twisted in an apologetic smile as she moved to reveal what was left of his arm.

He turned his head and saw her sitting beside him, exhaustion clear in her eyes. His arm or what was left of it was wrapped in blood stained bandages, but the skin around it shimmered with the telltale glow of Sacrier magic. Scarred, but no longer bleeding. He flexed his fingers instinctively, only to remember he had none on that side anymore. "Well… damn. There go my two-sword days."

She snorted relief washing over her visage as she sat cross legged in front of the fire. "Oh, please. Knowing a iop like you, you’ll just strap a sword to your stump and keep swinging."

Despite himself, he chuckled. "Not a bad idea. But… thanks.-”“Fari…”

“Savell…”“Thanks Fari, You saved me."

Her smirk faltered, and she looked away, pretending to poke the fire. "Yeah, well… couldn’t let my favorite idiot die on me. Who else would I have to bully?"

He grinned, nudging her with his good arm. "Oh, so I’m your favorite idiot now?"

She rolled her eyes but didn't pull away pulling a pair of roasted fish from the fire. Resting one in his good hand.

“You know, I always thought I’d die gloriously in battle, not starving on some forgotten island with a lunatic who enjoys getting hit.” Savell huffed playfully as he sat up grunting, looking up at the stars.

For a moment, there was silence—then Fari burst out laughing, loud and unrestrained, clutching her sides. The sound echoed across the quiet beach, startling a few gulls from their roosts. She doubled over, barely able to breathe. "Oh yeah, fearsome—until a coconut falls on your head. Then it’s lights out for Sir One-Arm!"

He groaned, covering his face. "I swear, if we ever get off this island, I’m never letting you tell this story."

She smirked, leaning in. "Oh, I’m telling everyone. Even Goultard himself. ‘The Great Iop Warrior—defeated by a fruit.’"

He groaned louder, but as she kept laughing, he found himself grinning.

Fari laughed at Savell’s stubbornness, their relentless drive to keep her safe despite knowing she would heal no matter what. TSavell, in turn, found himself captivated by the way she thrived in struggle, her resilience more beautiful than any battle they had ever fought.

When they finally saw a rescue ship on the horizon, neither spoke of returning to their old lives. Instead, they stood side by side, fingers brushing,already knowing that this wreck had forged something unbreakable."

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