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“Hey! Hey!” He grins an all too telling smile on his face. “I’ve been wondering... can you turn into a Lilikin?” Yeah, yeah, Lann knows the only reason him and Reynn can do it is because of Enna Kros, but... maybe they are exceptions to the rule, like if you stay in Grymoire long enough, or... this Nine Wood Hills... both of which would apply to Skuld!
“You should try riding on one of my Mirages! It’s super fun, dude! And you don’t have to walk!” Although, he preferred staying in his Jiant form, when trekking long distances it was much easier to just hop on a buddy or two.
“Oh! Even if you can’t you should try it!” There are quite a few Mirages that are so large in size he is pretty sure you wouldn’t even need to be a Lilikin to ride one for a bit.
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what you wish you could say
“everyone else is more important than me.”
you're deathly afraid of being selfish. you're also deathly afraid of being forgotten. all you want is to be somebody's favorite person, but that feels like a far off dream. you try and make yourself interesting so that people stick around you. it doesn't feel like that's working. you want to hang out more with your friends, but it seems like they're always busy or that they have better friends than you.
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Lithe fingers subconsciously find themselves raising, elbows jointed out, hands pushing beneath hood covering ears, grasping at strawberry light locks of hair. The noise in the area becomes muffled, a shaky breath reverberating in his chest let out. Nervousness tugs at his heart… and feet rush off the ground and instead of going slow and sloppy, they go fast and stumble.
Moving again, he becomes aware of each movement, now feeling slow and heavy, aching, the stabbing in his ankles makes every foot forward feel like he was stepping on knives, but it was going into the skin above. No amount of bandages and cure spells would ever completely heal wounds…
“…Gotta keep going…”
That’s what he tells himself, but the world tilts in the blink of an eye before his mind can even register anything, and the pain becomes really sharp for a moment and his vision goes pure white.
It’s oddly numb, the cold pressed amongst side ignored in favor of trying to push hands into the ground, though they lay helplessly at side, he can only pull them closer in a feeble attempt to warm up, because, geez, why the honk is the ground so cold?
He has to keep going…
For…
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Love Lann Please
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One Liner Starter Call?
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“I-I’m sorry!” It’s hard not to flinch, to not falter back, just one. Or two steps, hard not to grip pale flesh and dig palms in until it bleeds red. He’s overreacting, but he can’t stop the panic that floods thoughts. He was always terrified of being left alone... that one day they’d all just give up on him... any incident, any mistake, may be the last straw, even overreacting now...
What if it already happened?
She’d never wanted a worthless brother like him in the first place, and ţ̵̪̱̰͇͈̫̃̄̈́̓̀̔̌̾͊͘h̷̹͉̭͗̓̔̀͘ę̴̧̖͚̲̝̹̋͛̕͜y̷̧̛̼̮̹̱̭͔̽̎̃̈́̐̓͜͠ all agreed and stood there and pitied her... and it tore into his heart like glass, so he’d play along with some act of feeling offended. But he didn’t feel any offense at all... just... confused...and...scared...and 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩.
Not that he had cried!
In front of them at least...
It only added to any fear of being left behind that had crossed his mind before.
“Please don't hate me!” ‘Great, there you go again Lann, being impulsive... maybe this is why she hates you... speaking words out loud that are meant to be kept in... that’s such a dummy thing to do...’
Is that what she... was saying? His image of her in his mind... or... or himself?
And yet he can’t even bring himself to move, wiping the daze of burning tears away from eyes instead; just pull it together... dummy.
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Lann’s Birthday is May 8th!!!
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❤️ @hellhoundlament ❤️
“Vincent!” There’s an all too apparent bounce in his step, grin reaching from ear to ear, excitement not halting anywhere, spreading from his arms that lift out, to the tips of lithe fingers holding something. “Ta da!” At first glance, it’s just a normal Moogle, nothing odd to see really... but that’s not what he’s enthralled about. This wasn’t just any ol’ Moogle! He wasn’t gonna put this one in Serafie’s Prism case! He thinks it’s time for a new friend that could tag along with him! Even if he’s still gonna use Buncky (Carbuncle) and Elfis (Red Bonnetberry. What? It’s a Christmas Tonberry...!) in battle, Lann thinks they could use another friend and Eggshell could too!
But... He needs an opinion on the name, and while he could’ve asked others... who would’ve likely laughed at it, or thought it was dumb... Lann wanted to ask Vincent first! Especially since he just returned! And he had great taste with his super cool, and yet comforting crimson cape, among many other things!
“What do you think of the name...” He draws out the silence for a bit beaming, any moment... would be his ch-ch-chance!
“PuffleFluffle!”
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✩ @rollinggirlrunahika said: ☁ It's a Chocobo plushie ✩
“Hweh?” Peach tinted lips open slightly, mimicking one of the ticks of Tama, head tilting to the side, brain slowly connecting the dots between the plush held out, mouth becoming more agape when he slowly realizes.
“Ah!” Large blue hues light up, fingers eagerly, but at the same time gently, taking the plush of bright yellow from her hands, holding it up and admiring it like a giddy kid on Christmas. Well, maybe it’s because Lann never really had any normal Christmases, Mom and Dad were usually busy and he couldn’t... didn’t wanna hang out with the other kids... they would just point and laugh and mock again anyway, and he didn’t want to ruin either of his big sisters holiday by hanging out with them...
“It looks just like ‘em!” He turns on his heel to face her, grin stretching from one cheek to the other, fingers wrapping around the belly of the plush, arms pulling it close to the excited rise and fall of chest, laughter spilling out.
“Wait ‘till I show Eggshell! He’ll love this!” He beams, lips pressing back together, but joy still painted across in a smile lighting up the room.
“Thanks a whole bunch, Runa!” Feet skip over to the sofa, placing the Chocobo plush next to one of the pillows he uses to sleep with, fingertips lightly patting the head of it as if it’s a real Chocobo, before falling to bony hips.
“There! What do you think?”
“Now I won’t be as lonely at night!”
He turns on his heel and dashes at her, only slowing down near the end so he doesn’t topple her over; even though he’s light, when wrapping his arms around her neck.
Tama might laugh at him for sleeping with a stuffed animal at night, and Reynn might roll her eyes and have more thoughts of how he’s a hopeless case, but... well! He doesn’t really care! It was a gift for one! And it was also warm and comforting...
“Thanks.”
Although it lacks the enthusiasm of gratitude before, it still holds all of the same nature, and he quickly pulls back, another smile flashed her way.
“Huh?”
His attention is pulled away by a wetness on cheeks and he quickly brushes his fingers underneath eye to wipe it away, an awkward laugh tumbling out.
“Sorry. I don’t know what the honk’s wrong with me.”
He had just felt so happy... Man... Reynn would think he’s being dumb, but he can’t help it.
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✩ @bloodfcst said: “Want to make hamburger steaks together?” ✩
A short gasp tumbles from lips that quickly tug up into a grin, hands clasping behind back and feet rocking back and forth, as if to ‘Reynn’ in excitement just in case... Lann not wanting to get his hopes up. Although, it turns out to be rather futile as pearly whites are quickly shown to Yufi, and happiness drips off words; sweet like honey with a burst of energy.
“...Really?”
Reynn never let him cook with her! And if he tried to do it by himself, she always got angry... Even though he enjoyed it so much... Sure, his baking skills were a lot better than his cooking skills... but nothing had been inedible yet! Or maybe... because Serafie was a Mirage his food couldn’t...kill...her...
...Well, it was fine! He had Yufi with him, and she’s awesome at everything! And even if they did mess up... well, it would just be nice to be able to make something with someone for once.
“Dude! Of course, I wanna!”
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✩ @fabulumn said: Verona || . . . It has been so long since she has seen him-- She could not even say good-bye-- Could not APOLOGIZE for her transgressions and misgivings when all he saw in her was Light & Good. . . Still, she returned to see Lann again, swordsmetal hues glassy with emotion, hands outreaching - hesitating - before curling 'round him and simply bringing him into an embrace. ✩
He recoils to the touch, a defensive mechanism to unkind years, body and mind not used to physical affection, especially not of the kind variety. His breath had hitched, but he eases up quickly, when a familiar feeling of security and warmth wraps around him.
“...Verona...?” Surely a barrage of frustration and rage would have hit him had he not been alone, for, what... letting his guard down so fast, but... he knew it was her... these arms held what he sees as strength and kindness.
The edges of lips slowly turn, head tilting up, pearly whites beaming at her, although, that smile quickly falls. His heartstrings tug, slim fingers raising up to rest upon her arms, concern flashing across soft features. “Is everything okay?”
She looked kinda... sad...
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Animal Crossing Aesthetics
Wild World:
cobbled bridges / jeans grass stained at the knees / dandelion puffs / shooting stars / early mornings and bird song / pastel envelopes and postage stamps / books on constellations / black coffee / vintage sewing machines / clean bed sheets / ladybugs
City Folk:
dimly lit theatres / long bus rides / carnival organs / popping confetti / shoes shined to perfection / expensive clothing / jack o lanterns / inviting a friend over / good luck charms / walking on fresh snow / shaped balloons / walking in puddles / thunderstorms / a clock tower
New Leaf:
canvas flapping in the wind / jumping into the sea from the harbor / coconut juice / re-purposed furniture / smell of lavender / fluffy PJs / bass thumping in your chest / photo booths / dirt on your palms / a mayor badge / wishing wells / sparkling fountains / feet not touching the floor while seated / diving for shells
Happy Home Designer:
clipboards / hallway chatter / tea cup rides / shopping bags / humming along with your favorite song / first to arrive and last to leave / ice cream parlours / giving back to the community / praise for all your hard work / driving on the beach / windowsill plants
Pocket Camp:
lush strawberries / baskets full of flowers / reading a book in sunlight / fortune cookies / smell of car oil / honey / blanket and pillow nests / flower crowns / coloured cupcakes / sea shell collections / homemade snacks / tree houses
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Anyway Lann really fukin deserves better fight me.
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Lithe fingers subconsciously find themselves raising, elbows jointed out, hands pushing beneath hood covering ears, grasping at strawberry light locks of hair. The noise in the area becomes muffled, a shaky breath reverberating in his chest let out. Nervousness tugs at his heart... and feet rush off the ground and instead of going slow and sloppy, they go fast and stumble.
Moving again, he becomes aware of each movement, now feeling slow and heavy, aching, the stabbing in his ankles makes every foot forward feel like he was stepping on knives, but it was going into the skin above. No amount of bandages and cure spells would ever completely heal wounds...
“...Gotta keep going...”
That’s what he tells himself, but the world tilts in the blink of an eye before his mind can even register anything, and the pain becomes really sharp for a moment and his vision goes pure white.
It’s oddly numb, the cold pressed amongst side ignored in favor of trying to push hands into the ground, though they lay helplessly at side, he can only pull them closer in a feeble attempt to warm up, because, geez, why the honk is the ground so cold?
He has to keep going...
For...
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‘The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest.’
Lann Farna Of WoFF
Est. Feb. 22. 2017
Heavily Implemented Headcanons
Loved By Windy
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