The city burns. The archdemon’s roar shakes the earth. At the heart of the battle, Genevieve Cousland stands at the edge of fate, knowing there is only one path left to take. The Calling whispers in her blood, in her bones. There is no future beyond this moment - only the choice to make her death mean something. She carves her way toward the end she always knew was waiting for her, and when the time comes, when steel and fire and destiny collide, she does not hesitate.
Far behind her, King Alistair watches as the woman he loves disappears into the storm. By the time he reaches her, it is too late.
Soil in the dirt, blood to feed it, bones to build it, flame to purge it. In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice.
Byleth: Does anything
Dimitri:
Martin Septim from Oblivion is Forklift Certified!
Sylvain: Dimitri! Would you say that you’re an ass or a tits man?
Dimitri: With all that I have done I do not believe I deserve to be called a man
Sylvain:
Sylvain: Alright! Felix! Would you say you’re an ass or-
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my first, and perhaps only important post on Tumblr:
oblivion affirmations part 4, brought to you by @dirty-bosmer
Whether or not you support the determined king, the scheming leader, or the revolutionary empress. There is one thing we can all agree on:
SILVER SNOW IS THE WORST ENDING.
In this essay I will prove...