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Okay so I know I haven’t been here in a while and that’s because I’ve been mostly over on another blog of mine. But I’ll be revamping/redoing this blog’s theme, updating a lot of information up to Post-ShB and making/redoing all the icons I have currently. It’ll be intensive but I’ll be doing this to make the blog more accurate to Summer’s current self due to off-site content.
Thanks for being patient with me!
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Baelsar’s Wall had been taken down, the Griffin killed... Shinryu contained for only a moment thanks to Papalymo, and the revalation that Yda was dead. Summer would only stare at Lyse. Though they were going to Rhalgr’s Reach, a place that the Resistance was said to be, Summer could only slow her steps until she came to a full stop. She shook her head, looking back at her companion.
“What do you think of all of this? With them gone?” She asked. “Papalymo, Minfilia... Yda. It feels a lot lonelier, don’t you think?” It was true, she didn’t like the fact they were gone. Abhored it, even... but she had to be strong for them all. That was all she could really do. “And Lyse... do you think we can trust her after she’s lied to us about being Yda for so long...?”
@maskedmuses liked my old starter call!
#maskedmuses#[ ♡ ] | liberation of two countries (stormblood)#[ ♡ ] | eternal edens (thread)#(( ahaaaa ))
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Hello all of you!! This is a starter call for all you people! I may pop into IMs to ask for a few specifics (because it’s hard to pinpoint), but other than that I will be writing stuff today!
#[ ♡ ] | called from another world (ooc)#[ ♡ ] | let's be friends! (starter call)#(( hi i just want to write stuff with my WoL ))
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A sigh passes her lips, and she puts a hand to her head. A dead end, and one she really despised. Turning around, she tromped off the way she came. The map she held did nothing to help her find her way (it was very outdated), and so she was to make her way on her own. Seriously, she should think about becoming a part of the Pathfinder Society at this rate.
The hunk of metal on her back was useless in this area, as there was nothing to cut through. No, she was just lost with a damn map that was super outdated and the area has changed since the map had been made. With a low groan, the Miqo’te crumpled up the map and shoved it into her pack.
It took her a few hours to return to civilization and call it quits on the quest unless they gave her a new map. But she noted someone heading in the same direction she’d just come from. With a low groan and a curse under her breath, she ran to catch up to them.
“Hey! Let me take a look at your map real quick!” She called.
@sectnocturnal liked for a starter
#sectnocturnal#[ ♡ ] | eternal edens (thread)#(( i don't know but all i know is that it's a quest that gives a wrong map for no reason ))
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Shall we get this blog going with a small starter call?
#[ ♡ ] | called from another world (ooc)#[ ♡ ] | let's be friends! (starter call)#(( reblogging bc yes ))
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Like an oak, you must stand firm Cut quick, like my blade Think fast, unafraid.
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HER REACTION WAS NOT WITHOUT REASON. Life was an uncanny reality for Ysayle, too. Caught like a leaf in a summer whirl she had been tossed from her path, directionless and dizzy in the aftermath ( what was left for her now? redemption earned, path attained — what was left? ), but no less alive. It was a reality she had to contend with ; knowing full well what her actions had caused, knowing the hurt she had inflicted.
NOT A GHOST, but still grieved for — a phantom manifest of shattered glass and noble intentions. It pained her to see the other suffer.
❝T’WAS NO LESS ALARMING FOR ME TOO ‘PON WAKE,❞ she tried to jest, but the words were like taffy on the tongue — they caught in her throat and tangled on her teeth until she could not continue. Hers was the broken inheritance : shattered bones and frayed muscles. A shade of her once-might. She bowed her head. ❝I did not intend to make you suffer.❞
“I’m... just glad you... that you’re here.” The words were thick and filled with grief. Having watched the spectacle, not even a few days after Haurchefant’s death, had left her numb for some time. Summer stepped forward, a couple wary and cautious steps before she finally found herself unintentionally hugging Ysayle. She doesn’t cry, no. There are no tears left to shed.
Finding herself, she jolts back, tail standing on edge and puffy and ears flattened back. “O-oh. Silly me, I did that without asking... S-sorry, Ysayle...” She settled herself with a small smile.
“The world makes me suffer, it’s not your fault.” It’s easy to forgive her. After all, Ysayle wasn’t one that Summer could stay mad at for long.
#oflightsgrace#[ ♡ ] | warrior of darkness yet brings the night (main)#(( suffering is what we do best c: ))
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“Maira. You know that it may be a long time before we come back to the Crystarium... Are you sure you want to go with me?” She was scared, honestly so, about turning her best friend into a Sin Eater. She didn’t want that. No, she didn’t want that for her.
“I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” She tried reaching out, but stops herself. The Light within her would corrupt all around her. She was the reason that night had left the land.
“....The Tempest will be far from here... Please, don’t go just because we’re friends. Stay here, don’t push yourself...”
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“Emet-Selch.” The words left her lips in a hiss, and she glared at him. He was yet alive, yet breathing.. and it pissed her off to no end. He was supposed to be dead and yet he yet lived right in front of her eyes. She gripped the hilt of her sword, eyes narrowing.
“The hell do you want, Ascian?”
@osaviour wanted a starter but didn’t like the call
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She... doesn’t understand. She doesn’t get it. Why was she here? That familiar pale hair, the blue shirt... The ears... Everything... Summer nearly keels over. A spectre? A ghost? Ysayle. Ysayle... YSAYLE. ʏsᴀʏʟᴇ. It was her. It was her.
“...La-Lady Ysayle.” Her voice is hesitant, reaching out as if to touch her. But she was afraid Ysayle would shatter and disappear. “Ysayle. Is... Is that really you...? You... you yet live...?”
@oflightsgrace liked for a starter
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Shall we get this blog going with a small starter call?
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Like an oak, you must stand firm Cut quick, like my blade Think fast, unafraid.
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“You know what was a pain? Titania. I’m glad Feo Ul is now the King, but seriously... What even were those adds?” Sighing, she sits back on a chair, leaning backwards just a little. Her eyes glanced over to the Auri woman, a smile perking on her lips.
“Or am I to understand you liked taking on that Fae Lightwarden? Do tell, my mysterious comrade-in-arms.” She laughed a little, setting her chair straight. “If you do, I’ll buy you a drink or two.”
@bookwurme
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“Have you ever looked at the sky and wondered what could have been?” Sometimes that was what Summer did, and she never said anything otherwise. Sometimes she wondered what life would’ve been like had Haurchefant not died, had G’raha not sealed himself in the Crystal Tower... and had Papalymo and Yda lived. “There’s so much that I regret, don’t you?”
She looked to the one standing next to her, a soft smile crossing her lips.
“Ah, but I must be rambling. Forgive me if it’s bothered you.”
@lightsprotect
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“Intervening in personal matters? Sounds like them.” Recalling the fact the moogles had intervened in the trial, the Miqo’te shook her head. “It’s no wonder you look like you’re about to murder someone.”
@espressoxpanna from [ ask ]
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