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Pin for survivors

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Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)

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Tattoo design commission - Light's Wrath

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wdym an average platonic bond cant be deep and meaningful do none of you remember the power of friendship

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Mmmyyyeeeeeah

It's canon that they're friends in every universe trust

Also random headcanon that Sephiroth has the ability to see different versions of himself except he can't control it they just appear in dreams and stuff

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@paopuvanitas this is the best tag I’ve ever seen in one of my posts and I will be showing it to my coworkers

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White Rabbit 🌙

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Cold reunion

Bishop Natalie Seline was the first human wielder of Xal'atath the dagger, she was killed at one point as a consequence of the artifact's influence but was brought back during Legion as a part of the Cult of Forgotten Shadows I just Forsaken-ified her design a lot because I think she should be one : )

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what if every Tumblr user suddenly looses their mouse?

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@thelovelymissbigbadwolf made me post this:

John unwrapped the black cloth, revealing the Buster Sword beneath the fabric, untouched by hands and blood, yet to be held by a warrior's touch. The black blade gleamed in the candlelight, its broad form catching every flicker of illumination the candles provided. Angeal was instantly enchanted. His eyes widened, a small gasp marking his awe as he reached out, tiny hands eager to touch the weapon.

“It’s…beautiful, Papa,” Angeal whispered, the first word that came to his awe-stricken mind. Standing on his tiptoes, he peered over the table, his seven-year-old face reflecting off the freshly polished blade. His father’s deep chuckle filled the room.

“Careful,” John said, lifting the sword and lowering it to Angeal’s level. “It’ll belong to a great man one day.”

Angeal laughed as his father ruffled his hair. He reached for the hilt, his small hands struggling to grip it fully.

It mirrored Denzel’s hand years later, still growing, grasping the rusted Buster Sword, now a shadow of its former self. The blade no longer caught light, not even the sparse illumination the cracks in the church's ruins provided, its surface marred by rust and decay.

“It used to be beautiful, didn’t it?” Denzel asked, glancing back at Cloud, who approached slowly, as each step towards the sword brought thoughts of Zack to the forefront of his mind.

“Yeah,” Cloud replied, his voice heavy. “Be careful with that.” He knelt and took hold of the hilt, once warm in his grasp, but now cold to the touch. “It used to belong to a great man.”

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i like. him

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let your moots tell you which one you are!!!

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spare 1v1 Sephgeal?  hello ? 

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