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whatever-leonhart:

“We.. well… you try finding anything in this town, I just picked what looked best!” he said over Rinoa’s laughter, obviously trying to hide his embarrassment. (It is not like I could have known! She could cut me some slack…) He drew his breath into an almost silent sigh, definitely quieter than Rinoa’s uproarious giggle. (I guess it is kinda silly huh? I do adore her giggle…) “Heh, guess we can make the best of it. We don’t have much choice anyways…”

“You can take the bed… unless… you wanted to lay next to me?” He was still embarrassed, they had not been together for long after all, everything happened so quickly after they defeated Ultimecia and he became the leader of the Garden. (I am so bad with this relationship stuff, well I am sure to keep her laughing at least.)

The brown-eyed girl had stifled her giggle then, looking directly at him warmly. It was typically chivalrous of him to offer her the bed, though it was doubtful she’d even fit in it, being made for such a tiny creature. He was always looking out for her best interests, no matter what the situation, like the thoughtful, considerate person that he was. And even though she was still a bit shy, Rinoa wasn’t about to squander the time they had together. “No, Squall, I’d rather lay down here,” she said, matter of factly, sitting herself down on the floor, pulling her blue duster out from beneath her, and glancing upwards, patting the floor with her hand to motion him to sit down as well. Sighing tiredly, she let out, “It’s been a long day, hasn’t it? Let’s relax for a while.” Smiling as genuinely as she could muster at him, with her eyes full of expression, she hoped that the mercenary clad in black would join her. “And I forgot to say it,” she began, wanting him closer, “but thank you, for keeping me company. I was... scared... here, until I found you.”

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♚ - a memory of something paranormal

“People die, Rinoa.People leave. It’s something you’re going to have to learn to accept.”The stern man’s words echoed in the 6-year-old girl’s mind until she had felt that theywere going to consume her.  Yes, her father had surely grown tired andfrustrated of trying to explain to the child time and time again ad nauseum that hermother was not coming back. Ever. And he was probably hurting, too, in some strange “show no emotion at all” manner of hurting that adult males brainwashed bysociety’s customs were taught to hurt. But to her, it certainly didn’t feel like he knew herpain, or even came close to understanding it. It felt like he didn’t care... at all. Andnaturally, he wouldn’t believe a word she had said about the experience that had meantthe world to her.

Over and over he would tell her to stop crying, as if it wassomething she had any control over. As if her emotions were something thatcould be stifled – that should bestifled, hidden and buried away until they were long forgotten about. How couldhe do this to her? She needed to grieve openly, she needed to be honest withherself. But to him, her emotions were nothing but an inconvenience, amisbehavior of a rebellious child who wasn’t easily controlled and didn’t fallneatly in line as she was expected to. Happy, sad, or angry – no matter whather emotions, they always were.Nothing but an inconvenience.

“Mom is here withus. I saw her. I feel her here still. And I don’t care what you say.“

The pragmatic general did not believe in angels, and perhapshe simply had no reason to in the past. But the dark-haired little girl wasgiving him one, right here before him, and dammit if anything should give him areason to believe in something, shouldn’t it be his own daughter?

Rinoa had never mentioned that day to anyone ever again. Andover the years, she gradually forgot what it had felt like to feel the kindwoman’s loving arms around her that night, what her ethereal figure looked like that nightin the dark, what her soft, whispering voice sounded like, singing the mostsoothing lullaby she had ever heard, in the midst of her seemingly endlessnights of lonely tears. She grew older, and stronger, though not in the way*he* had wanted her to. In the way she had needed to survive.

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proxxyiisms replied to your photo:“What? Sweet, innocent me? This can’t be right…” 

“Oh, that number can be way higher.”

“Squall and I just found that out. It's like whoever made it doesn’t understand the concept of percent.” (...And I am totally not disappointed in my result on a dumb random quiz. No sirree!)

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“That’s not even a percentage. It’s broken. Definitely broken.” 

“666… what does that even mean? I am sure this is off…”

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Everybody wants to leave the world behind them Everybody's looking for a new horizon Everybody's looking for a second chance Everybody's wishing they could take a stand What if I lose my self control? What if I choose to let it go? I want to let you and me collide Baby these wings were made to fly

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“What? Sweet, innocent me? This can’t be right...” 

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Hello Rinoa! You’re this month’s Member of the Month! Congratulations!

(Whaa? Thank you!! *blush*)

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Send in some crack ships you have for my muses and mun and muse will give thoughts on it

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send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter.

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“Rinoa, that’s physically impossible. I’d need three hands to do what you’re describing.”

“Hey, if you think that’s bad, wait til you see the fan art.”

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Rinoa snickered briefly, putting her hand to her mouth, before finding herself struggling to hold back open laughter as she glanced around. The gadgets. The tiny desk and chair. The bed barely long enough for a child, let alone two grown people. It was a fight she quickly lost, and covering her chest with her arms, she leaned forward into a loud giggle. “Wow, you sure know how to treat a girl fancy! Thanks for introducing me to this... fine... establishment,” she managed to remark, while still giggling to herself in between pauses.

Despite her trademark teasing, she honestly found the room hilarious, and adorable. They could sleep on the floor. It was romantic. She loved it.

While walking towards the Crystal Bazaar, Squall noticed that none of the buildings seem to be marked in a particular way that made sense. (How am I supposed to figure out where to go if I can’t even figure out what these signs say? I am really starting to dislike this place.) It was getting darker and Squall more desperate, they wandered out in front of a largish building, the doors were open and a Moogle was floating about inside. (Guess this building possibly looks like an inn, guess it is worth a shot.) “Is this an inn?” He exclaimed a bit loudly, startling the unassuming Moogle. “KUPO!”

The Moogle scurried quickly into another room. The place did appear to be an inn though, but Squall scared away the only help they would seem to be getting there. His hand reach into the pockets lined along his jacket revealing a modest amount of Gil. “I hope this covers it…” He reached over and grabbed a key. (Room 110… I hope this is okay, guess I can explain it later, looking at the keys here… guess not many people stay at this inn.) “Well Rinoa… let’s take a look…” They got to the room, the door was inconspicuously normal, but once they got inside it was anything but, everything was miniature and there were strange devices scattered across the room he had never seen. “Oh great… this is an inn for Moogles… no wonder no one stayed here…”

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Memory Meme

Past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories. 

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❥ - a childhood memory

♣ - a fading memory

✂ - a vivid memory

✖ - a repressed memory

✈ - an eye-opening memory

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

☤ - a memory of death/loss

✍ - a memory of their mother

☽ - a memory of their father

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

✌ - a memory of a relative

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

✓ - a sexual memory

♬ - a friend/best friend memory

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Cast of FFVIII | SPICCA

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OOC:

I know I’m “only” 21 but the RP world often makes me feel so incredibly old with all these 14&15 year olds and such. So…how about, reblog if you’re a roleplayer and you’re 20+.

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(I love it!)

Battle!

Send me “Battle!” and I will create your character as a Pokemon Trainer!!

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“Look, Squall, I found your campaign slogan if you decide you wanna run for president and take after your dad!”

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A weird little doodle inspired by my niece (20) and nephew(15) who fall asleep as soon as they’re in a car:p

Anyway, I imagine they’ve been on some messy, exhausting monster killing mission and now they have a long drive back. Quistis is not in a good mood >: |