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tampire · 8 months
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The Fayth tried to warn us...
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auronstory · 9 months
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“The dead should be allowed to rest.”
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auronlu · 2 years
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Fayth statues, Final Fantasy X. How many can you name without checking the caption below?
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Besaid (Valefor), Kilika (Ifrit), Djose (Ixion), Macalania (Shiva), Bevelle (Bahamut), Cavern of the Stolen Fayth (Yojimbo), Remiem (Magus Sisters), Baaj (Anima), Zanarkand (Zaon)
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theimpossibleplant · 7 months
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Diamond Dust 💎
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tresenellaart · 9 months
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A little gift drawing of my gf @lariumbreon's character, Fayth!
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garlean-empire · 1 year
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the forgotten fayth
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youknowwhatted · 2 years
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hugs & smooches <3
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Girl, you have no idea how much I needed this 🤗
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God, I just wanna climb him like a tree
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Smooches and kisses right back babe
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m65p3--mydolls · 3 months
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Fairyland Littlefee Cygne Little Witch
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‘Despite her effort at control, her voice was shaking. Somehow Fayth’s words seemed to keep echoing in her mind, as if they had some strange and terrible importance. The word *soulmates* itself seemed to ricochet around inside her.’
Fayth’s words strike a chord in Rashel
The chosen, page 282 in the triloogy omnibus
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lilyginnyblackv2 · 3 months
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This rendition of the Hymn of the Fayth being performed in an actual church by a group of singers needs way more attention. It sounds absolutely stunning and haunting at the same time!
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auronstory · 9 months
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The dialogue between Auron and Tidus in the Japanese version seems to give a clearer picture of their relationship in [Dream] Zanarkand. 今日は なに? (What is it today?) seems to imply that Auron is used to checking in on Tidus, and that Tidus is also used to it himself. While, "What do you want"? [English version] could just as well be a one-time thing.
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nokomento · 9 months
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#Zenosfusion 2023 August poll winner issss
SHINRYU 🐉 #nkmtART
i decided on a mix of FFX Fayth/Aeons style
with his fayth entombed in the Royal Menagerie when he first fuses with Shinryu.
variant option below 🧵 👀
15 total images ( base plus 9 variants + 2 alt drafts + 3 study sketches
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losingfayth · 10 days
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sometimes she says something
she says something small, innocuous, innocent. it shouldn't matter. it shouldn't. but i think about it for a second and think, "...does she still have feelings for me?"
last night she sent me one of her poems
it was amazing, and i told her so
she responded "i don't think other people have thought about my writing as deeply and reflectively as u"
oh.
the last time she came out to my apartment, she messaged me from the road using her voice to text
she said "the universe must know i started talking to you because suddenly i saw a rainbow"
oh...
is the longing in her words hers or mine?
one i hope, the other i fear
both are sides of the same coin
without one there is only the other
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🎅🏼 secret santa
@treatbuckywkisses is one of the most wonderful people I've ever encountered. A beautiful light of love, creativity, and heart that shines through every interaction and post. Her talent inspires the creativity of others and that is a true measure of just how special she is. It truly is impossibly to think of tumblr without her. If you don't have the privilege of knowing her, well it's never too late. I hope she knows every day how loved she is by this community on here.
Omg YES to all of this!! I adore @treatbuckywkisses. She is so creative and kind and funny and just a beautiful person inside and out. And also so loving and giving of her time and talent?? She will randomly make moodboards based on my fics or my current obsessions or design a theme without me having to ask and they’re always so gorgeous and fit the vibe PERFECT.
Anyways yes anon you are 10000% spot on and anyone who doesn’t follow Fayth should remedy that asap 😌💖
Winter Wonderland Sleepover!
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treatbuckywkisses · 8 months
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Blood Sweat and Tears
Boxer!Bucky × Reader
Summary: In which Bucky has a questionable hobby
Warnings: 18+ (it's my blog so fuck off that's why) Cursing
Word Count: 984 (i can only write so much you guys)
A/N: okayyy this has been sitting with me for the absolute longest time ever! it's currently after 1am here, and ive been completely mia for way too long, sooo I'm deciding to post this right now😭 there is no way in hell I could be doing any of this without any of my sweet friends on here but I want to especially shout out @sweetdreamsbuck and @writing-for-marvel for inspiring me and encouraging me through this🥹 i love you guys so much and I can never thank you enough for all you've done for me since i joined this place<3 (yall already know the moodboard was made by me)
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God you hate time. You hate looking at the clock, what feels like every five minutes, only to find it's been maybe two at the most. Especially on days like today; the days Bucky fought.
Bucky.
Your stomach aches thinking about him being in the ring later.
He is such an incredible boxer, one of the best in the city actually. But that knowledge did very little to ease your nerves about his hobby.
You've seen what he can do, and you love watching him practice. The way every muscle in his body flexes when he throws a hit, sweat running down every inch and crevice, flying off him like rain drops. The sounds he makes when he lifts weights and the pants he lets out when he hits a punching bag—everything about it - about him is mesmerizing.
You loved it just as much as you hated it. You knew Bucky could handle himself, especially in the ring, but you worried anyway. You always worry. Anything could happen up there and you couldn't stand the thought of him being seriously injured. Your over-thinking got the better of you and nothing could make you feel better. Nothing except seeing him yourself after the fight.
Most fight days, you're torn–constant anxiety looming over you. You think only the worst first, every little (and not so little) way he could be hurt. The bad outcomes are endless if you really let yourself think about them. Bucky never lets you get too far down that rabbit hole though, always reminding you he loves what he does and that helps him to be the best.
Interrupting your thoughts, Bucky starts coming down a hallway–which you know leads to the locker room. Where he's been hiding and getting himself ready for tonight; doing some warm-ups and wrapping his knuckles, and whatever else his pre-fight routine entails.
When he steps in the light of the gym people immediately start to cheer for him and he breaks out in a grin, his nose scrunching up in the most adorable way, raising his gloved fist in the air.
He really does love this. And you'd never underestimate how much he does again. You only had the one time, you were just upset really, but after a broken nose, mild concussion and many scrapes and bruises, you'd say you were allowed to be. Even after all that you'll never forget what he had told you when you asked him why he chooses to do this to himself.
"Well.. I like it. I like the way it makes me feel, you know? It's freeing in a sense, like how some people meditate? When I'm up there, it's like nothing out of that ring matters just for a moment, and I don't have anything to worry or think about. It's just me, and it feels good. It's exhilarating. It's like this good insane feeling I can't really describe, but I love it. I can't imagine not doing it." He spoke with so much emotion that you almost forgot about his many injuries that night.
You can't help but smile at the sight of him, no matter how many times you see his introduction. He's wearing his robe, a livid blue-gray color with 'Barnes' in black across his upper back. It's a shiny material–not a glittery one, and he's got his hood up on his head.
He hoists himself up on the platform and splits some of the ropes to duck between and step over, and finally he's on the canvas mat.
His hood is off now and you can tell he's scanning the room for you. A smile of endearment is on your face and it only grows bigger when he finds you and shoots you a wink.
Buckys opponent for todays match enters as he did previously. Once they're introduced to the gym, they bump gloved fists for a show of good sportsmanship before they start.
When Bucky's up on the platform he’s the only thing in the world that matters. Your eyes never leave him for a moment. He's enchanting.
Once the fight begins though, a slight grimace stays on your face. Your brows are furrowed and your lips are parted the smallest bit, hands grasping and fidgeting with his dog tags that dangle from around your neck. You wear them for Bucky on fight days, "safe keeping," he said once.
When he fights, you don't watch quite the same way as when he's practicing. Your focus is on holding your breath every time a hit is thrown his way. It's a sigh of relief when he dodges or blocks but a distressed sigh when he takes the hit with all the force it's been given to him.
Bucky is damn good at what he does but you can't help but fret. You're not always sitting but you're at the edge of your seat for the whole match watching Bucky and whoever he's fighting dance around the ring. You can never tell how long the matches last, supposedly it's different each fight with each opponent, but to you they were all the same.
You felt like time wasn't moving and like it was speeding around you at the same time. This could be torture if Bucky didn't look so good. Truthfully though, sometimes you didn't even pay attention. You only found yourself thinking about what nasty cuts you'd be cleaning up and how many bruises he would have later, staining his skin for weeks at a time.
You shiver at your own thoughts and blink your focus back on Bucky in time to see him land a punch on his opponent. A soft smile makes its way onto your face as you admire the pure and genuine excitement on Bucky’s beautiful face when he's announced the winner of the match. And come on, how could you argue with that?
He makes the worry worth it.
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