Final Fantasy VIII (1999) ↠ Balamb

balamb town from final fantasy viii... i couldnt find any of Naora's concept art for Balamb town, nor did it really have a wider view of the place like winhill or balamb garden, so i wanted to try to draw it myself from an angle you don't get to see ingame. (this is work by a fan for the fans... i dream of an ff8 remake)

SeeD was formed to fight the sorceress, at least, that's what I heard. And Garden was created to train SeeDs. So this battle is Garden's destiny and also our destiny. It's a grueling battle, and I'm sure you guys are all exhausted. But I don't want to have any regrets. I don't want anyone to look back and regret this day. So just this once, I want you guys to give everything you've got! For yourselves, and for me!

FINAL FANTASY VIII (1999)

An iconic duo.

Happy birthday to the videogame that made me who I am.

I attempted to rank the Real Good Soundtrack of Final Fantasy VIII. No one bothered making this Tiermaker until now, so now you can try it at home!

[BINGO CARDS] Balamb Garden Network for Garden Gal

Second card for @gardengalwrites, who chose The Balamb Garden Network for this one! very curious to see what will come out of this:

Want a similar challenge? Request your card(s) here!

Imagen renderizada de la enfermería de la Doctora Kadowaki. Todos los que amamos al Final Fantasy VIII recordamos con mucho cariño el inicio del juego en el que luego de una cinemática donde vemos a Squall y a Seifer teniendo un duelo ambos se terminan haciendo una bonita cicatriz, luego de esto vemos que Squall despierta en la enfermería siendo atendido por la Doctora Kadowaki. Esta imagen fue renderizada por un fan, la verdad la veo muy fiel a la original y es exactamente lo que sería un buen remake que merece nuestro hermoso y queridísimo Final Fantasy VIII.

Xion, Cloud's black cat Familiar, is determined to get Squall and Cloud talking. - So she invites herself into his room and forces Cloud to come and collect her as an excuse for them to meet.

But, while she's here, she may as well get some snuggles for her acts of initative and charity.

FF8 Theory - Ultimecia is...

Here is a crack theory that has no real evidence, just wild speculation on my part. Stop me if you've heard this one, Ultimecia is Rinoa.... 's mom.

Ultimecia is Julia Heartly.

Here's my angle. Julia Heartly was a Sorceress all along, and she tried to keep it hidden, but the Galbadian government found out and tried to kill her. So, she faked her down death and went into hiding to keep her family safe. Caraway would tell everyone she died in a Car accident.

Using her powers, she accidentally teleport herself across time into the far flung future, where hardship and loneliness drives her mad. She masters her sorceress powers, growing ever stronger, until she decides to remake the universe as she sees fit, and begins her plan to cause Time Compression.

It kinda fits... I mean Edea was like "mom" to 5 of the main cast, the one that wasn't, her mom is the main antagonist.

And there you go. Spread it around, if you like it.

Is anybody in Balamb Garden online til this day??

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬

@onepartbrave​​ | |  *Squall Leonhart

“ revenge won’t bring peace for you. ”

Despite it having been weeks since it all came to an end, he couldn’t properly shake the tenseness in his body, clinging to it as if expecting to be tossed into the maelstrom of war, death, her voice in his head and the many, countless, endless nights he had to go without sleep again at any given moment. He still couldn’t rest and had not slept through one night after he initially passed out from the wound inflicted during the fight inside the Lunatic Pandora. Nightmares haunted him, and working through what he experienced seemed hardly to be an option, not with everything slowly resurfacing. Part of him was thankful for Fu and Rai to take him in, nurse him back to relative health, and showing patience with his bouts of aggression, panic, and other signs of the scars he had brought back home. Another part privately hated them for the same, humiliated and ashamed, guilt weighing heavy on his mind and heart alongside it all. Being stuck in Balamb Town certainly didn’t help. Not with the way people looked at him, not with those who he once tried to kill being so close. Garden students, his former enemies, and townspeople that had seen him during the occupation of Balamb. It was hard to leave the hotel room his friends had rented for him most of the days. And of course, there was him. The ever-present figure during all of it, like a shadow, like a mocking mirror image of could-have-beens. Squall, who had become everything Seifer wanted to be. Squall, who had been handed all Seifer had dreamed about all his life. Commander, Knight, Hero. Someone people looked up to and relied upon, not out of fear but because they trusted and admired him. Never in his life would the blond have ever expected the other one to live up to such great titles and responsibilities. Naturally, as he was clad in such a role, Leonhart would eventually come to see him. It had taken weeks, if not more than a month (for telling time apart had become somewhat of a challenge, being without any task to follow and with his sleep meddled as it was), but Seifer was not surprised - after all, the last time they faced each other, they had been fighting for their very lives, and not just to test their strengths as it once were. Standing in front of the window leading out to a small balcony, the tall blond remained after he had opened the door to his hotel room, momentarily stunned by the sight of the brunet looking up at him with features unreadable as ever. Instincts told him not to turn his back on the other man, but he knew there was no backstabbing attack to be feared. It wasn’t Leonhart’s style to fight dirty, after all, and aside from all that, the war was over, done. Despite the window being opened, leaving white curtains to gently sway in the ocean breeze, the telling smell of alcohol hang in the air, clinging to the sheets and the tall blond’s clothes alike, same as the stench of cigarettes, the ashtray betraying just how much he smoked nowadays. Clad in black pants and a simple, red shirt, Seifer did not resemble anything of what he looked like during the months he had traveled the world in her name. He was paler, his hair a little longer and while still slicked back, single strands fell into his face ever so often, bright stubble on his cheeks and jaw, while the deep shadows under his eyes betrayed the lack of sleep. ”Revenge won’t bring peace for you.” Catching himself as he had not really listened to what Leonhart was saying, the last part had him stiffen all over again as his mind caught on to the words spoken in his direction, shoulders sliding up just so. He could not recall what the brunet had been on about before, but it didn’t really matter. Exhaling a sharp huff through his nose, scoffing in nature almost, Seifer glanced back over his shoulder, emerald eyes avoiding the corner of the room in which Fujin had hung up his trenchcoat, torn, dirty, and blood-stained. “You think I still want revenge, is that it?” There was a sharp edge to his voice, but it was a far cry from what he used to sound like back in the days of Garden, when he would taunt the other to get a reaction, any reaction out of him. “Why are you here, Leonhart? What do you want? …aside from preaching to me…”