Sylvain: Tell Her "you Have Beautiful Eyes."

Biggs: Everyone knows Cloud is a bona fide badass!

Zack:

Martin Septim from Oblivion is Forklift Certified!

No I won’t. I’m sleepy

Alright fine I’ll write a fanfic for Sebastian

Commission for @sanchrivers 💜

if a supervillain said "you wont kill me thatd make you just like me" i would simply say "no it wouldnt id be saving millions of people" and the villain would say "but youd be dooming yourself. could you really live knowing youre a killer" and id say "well id certainly have trouble. ill probably be very sad about it. definitely a lot to unpack" and theyd say "so you wont do it" and id say "oh no im still gonna" and theyd say "what" and id say "youre a supervillain responsible for countless deaths and yet here you are desperately trying to bargain for your life. you want to live. which means you can easily live with yourself after being responsible for countless deaths. i, on the other hand, will at the very least have tremendous difficulty with even killing just one person and at worst might just jump out a window right after i do it. the very nature of this whole conversation about whether we are the same has proven to me we are very much not the same and i am certain killing you to save millions is the morally correct decision here" and theyd say "what" and id say "get killed idiot"

"And so it goes, a choking rose back"

First realised something was up with the Flame Emperor in Remire village, but my friend @3stargins did not share my sentiments, so we joked about this solution. Based on our first playthrough of Verdant Wind. Yes I know Garreg Mach is misspelled but i don’t care enough to fix it.

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Byleth: Does anything

Dimitri: 

Judgement of Mourning

The ring still glints upon their hand

a promise broken, life unplanned

they hear the name in every sigh,

a whispered plea, a wordless cry

grief pulls them like a ruthless tide,

begging to join them on the other side

but they recall love's last degree

"Live," it said, so plainly

i've decided i wanna put some poetry on my tumblr so if that's not your thing just ignore it!