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let’s talk about how ike watched the strongest warrior he knew, his father, get cut down in front of him as if he were nothing. let’s talk about how he literally carried his dying father, begging him to stay alive, as he felt his clothes pooling with blood that didn’t belong to him. let’s talk about how not even a day had passed in mourning when the fighting continued, meaning that he had no time to mourn nor grieve. let’s talk about how he didn’t cry, he couldn’t cry, and had to remain invincible and infallible as the new leader of the greil mercenaries.
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#█ ♚ ─────tactician ; that whose hands wove miracles. ❞#MORE THAN LIKELY GOING TO BE ASKS unless i'm Really feeling it buT SLAM THAT LIKE BUTTON
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“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
MEME | ACCEPTING↳ hurt meme.
The end of an era, the slashed conclusion of numerous lives signified by the clank of bloodied, stained armor set onto the rack for the rest of the lengthy midnight hours. For the gracious whom were blessed enough to survive the encounter with their limbs intact, without the pain too vicious as to blind their senses, they remained the last to hark upon the silence of the encampment post the massacre of their forces. Even with the reaper at their doorstep and a foe by their nearby side, not a moment could be spared in mourning nor healing. As per code, with watch required to keep the camp safe and their numbers dwindling, the commander himself would take this duty for the evening.
Naught one whom had ever grown comfortable with war, with the wiping of so much life off the plane of existence, moments in solitude were to be where he would pass the prolonged night of watch. Be it bleeding, as was his case, but his stubbornness and self-sacrificing nature took precedence. Instead of wasting a charge of a stave on himself, it could be handled just as that, by himself. None were responsible for his injury save his own folly, so perhaps this could serve as punishment, a learning experience to by remembered.
At least, those were the morbid thoughts which wracked his brain until the sound of another’s arrival drew his cautious gaze. Widening cerulean eyes instantly calm the moment the stranger is recognized, the laguz being one whom he could definitely identify as friend. Her touch is uncalled for, but not unappreciated. He remains still as she works, shifting his attention from his post, the floor, and her deft hands. Before long, she has completed, now offering orders of her own.
❛ You didn’t have to. But still, thank you, Lethe. ❜
#lxguz#THIS ISN'T MY BEST WRITING BUT !!!!! ANGST . . . . KILLS ME#a Guilty ike just Ashamed to face the healers bc ... ..he got ppl Killed and Hurt far worse than him#aND LETHE JUST.... NOTICING HE'S STILL BLEEDING AND STRUGGLING TO FIX HIMSELF UP and cant Let HIm Die SO#:^) Kill Me(tm) i'm Crying
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❛ Why would anyone want to be a butler to some noble? It sounds demeaning, and draining. ❜
@healour.
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hurt meme.
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
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❛ Bandits are roaming these parts. At least until my mercenaries handle the situation, you might want to vacate this church. ❜
@kxrei.
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The resonating melody of another perks his ears, halting his midnight patrol through this encampment for which he still finds difficulty in navigating. Memories flow back at the last occurrence in which a song felt so heavy, thickening the air to where walking through felt as if traversing through fresh molasses. Pristine feathers, a beauty known by few and remembered by fewer, vanguard drawn to the noise as a moth to flame, if only to catch a sliver of home.
Yet, all he seemed to accomplish was disrupt upon the songstress princess, whose blood lacked the magical and bestial qualities which he sought for. Crestfallen, but nonetheless curious, he makes her aware of his presence with a knock.
❛ Sorry to intrude, Princess. I heard your song and it reminded me of a question I wanted to ask of you, if you have the time. ❜
@voidsung.
#voidsung#tfw kamui Brings home the Strangest ppl to start working for the army#HE's RUDE IM SRRy... Just..... Comes to ur window at midnight....... romeo n azuliette
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Down shall the blessed blade strike, smiting the last of the damnable creatures whom earned his ire. Despite his own ignorance as towards what land he found himself in, and the foes to be fought in this foreign place, the basics of life and survival never changed. Surrounded by the corpses of demons, he had one other to thank, the woman of white hair whose form was akin to beings merely depicted in art, in nightmares. Together, they strove towards this common goal of rescuing the villagers, even if they did not know the name of the other.
❛ Thanks for the save back there. I’ve never seen monsters like those, although I happen to know a thing or two about saving towns. You a type of laguz or something? ❜
@victorums.
#victorums#instead of that Trashy amiibo dialogue let's Do This mel :^)#ike needs to Stop taking the outrealm gates to places unknown smh
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Perhaps his own virulent heroism was to blame, but on the same note, it would also be the fault of the banditry. For their unabashed assaults on others, be it laguz or beorc, caring not for social class nor character, it painted a terribly shameful portrait of Crimea. His actions, as headstrong, reckless as his fellow mercenaries would have called it, were merely required at this moment. To save this young woman, whose mere presence seemed to elicit conflict, was his next journey into harm’s path. The cost of his interference would be a cut to his face, an aimed dagger strike just narrowly missing his eye.
❛ It’s just a scratch. Nothing to worry about. You all right? ❜
@castitatli.
#castitatli#ike: sees someone being Threatened#ike: doesn't even consider the fact that they Might be Okay just CHARGES#HEY FRIENDO THAnKS FOR LIKIng THE call !!!
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Poised with the allure of a rose’s scent and roar of the crowd, ever so pleased with their entertainment for the night, never had the theater drawn his fascination. Neither the appeals from their resident royal nor his beloved sister could pull him towards such indulgence. Rather than neutrality for the art, despite his ignorance, there laid a disdain for the “fine arts” as the nobility called it, deemed a mere waste of time.
Still, he could not deny this performer the grace that her movements cradled, having entranced him without meaning.
❛ You don’t have to stop dancing just because I’m here. I thought you looked really nice. ❜
@airabesque.
#airabesque#A LONGER ONE FOR U MEL IM Dying#ike: doesnt like dancing Really#ike: ......but likes olivia's dancing......
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❛ Right. Where again did you say we were? ❜
@tactiquess.
#tactiquess#TAKE A ONE LINER MEL... I PROMISE THE OTHERS I'LL WRITE FOR U WIL LBE LONGER#i'm Screaming i have more starters to write than ikecons...... How....
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#█ ♚ ─────a song by the bards ; a tale of war & sorrow. ❞#:^) i'll be chilling on kamui + gurei since i have like No Ikecons rn
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Blade encompassed by legends grasped between calloused fingers, the weighted weapon bares its teeth towards the neck of the enemy commander. Travel through the Outrealm gates spoke true to warnings of it, disorientating to say the least. His skull throbbing of regret towards this ill decision, the smoky, blood-scented battlefield belonging to a land which he has never seen before. The garb of the soldiers foreign, their battle styles reminiscent of the past but all too different.
While ignorant to the landscape and its people, morals found themselves ever so heightened, neither time nor distance quelling his sharpened sense of dignity. To see the suffering of an enemy, even if struck down upon battle, was nary a sight which could glimpse passed his fatigued gaze. Power never changed, no matter where he traveled, and the enemy commander was right in his view.
❛ Call off your attack on these people. There isn’t any reason for your army to be acting so maliciously. You’ve won ─ that’s it. ❜
@vilebrand.
#vilebrand#ike voice: FIGHT ME SHRIMP#IM SRRY CRESS...... ike is Weakened from the outrealm gates he's a Scrub..
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LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE
name: toni
eye color: dark brown / near black
hair style/colour: naturally, i have straight black hair. i bleached it four times so it’s now platinum blonde and i tone it with purple shampoo to get grey. i currently just got the two block cut hairstyle, which is basically an undercut!
height: 5 ‘ 2 “ ft........
clothing style: chic, pretty fashionable, color coordinated, etc ??? i Love my fashion style and i always have accessories
best physical feature: probably my eyes or my hair! or my smile maybe
LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
your fears: bugs get them out of here
your guilty pleasure: yaoiz
ambitions for the future: i have changed my major three times i have no idea but maybe a type of performer even tho i’m currently a chem major
LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
your first thoughts waking up: WHY IS THE BABY SCREAMING
what you think about most: the future! i have so many plans for it so i’m starting my work Early
what you think about before bed: usually tumblr bc that’s what i check before bed
LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?
single or group dates: i’ve never been on either So
to be loved or respected: u don’t have to love me but u do have to respect me :^)
beauty or brains: brains 100%
dogs or cats: i Don’t Like cats Bye give me 15 puppies to follow me around
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU.
lie: yeah but we All do so
believe in yourself: yes
believe in love: yes
want someone: more like the idea of someone rather than just a specific person
LAYER SIX: EVER?
been on stage: many times!
done drugs: nope
changed who you were to fit in: yes and honestly??? it’s not always a bad thing bc getting involved in new things Helped me become a better and more well-rounded person
LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES
favourite colour: neutral colors or blue or red Pls
favourite animal: give me shiba or give me death
favourite movie: star wars tbh
favourite show: okay i love twd i love lost i love atla i love blue exorcist i love lots of things BUT NARUTO MAYBE ???? #nostalgia honestly
favourite book: i Don’t Really read except for things required for Classes..
LAYER EIGHT: AGE
day your next birthday will be: october 25th
how old will you be: 19
does age matter: yes my tinder is set to a max of 22
Meet the Mun
#█ ♚ ─────tactician ; that whose hands wove miracles. ❞#I MEANT TO DO THIS ON KAMUI but i'm not typing all this again Bye
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but question the mortal reaper ─ do the dead speak?
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And I would put my own happiness aside in a heartbeat just to assure you were okay.
(via hellothisistruth)
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