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And I Love YouIt was the same routine
With snacks of protein
It passed every single day
With no deviation in way

“Where’s the venue?”

A greeting in the morning
Said from under the awning
A goodbye before eight
Familiar enough to narrate

“Does a used ticket have any value?”

A text during lunch
Sent with a casual keypunch
And a conversation at night
As the sky loses its light

“Could you pick up a menu?”

Every message
Even those with baggage
Starting with her name
Then always ending the same

“And I love you.”And I Love You by *TheFinalHikari
The FigurineMove my arms
Change my face
Define my charms
Garnish me in lace

Let this expression
Fade from a smile
Fall into fake depression
Embrace imagined denial

Mold everything
To your liking
For this figurine
Has a heart yet unseen

I may dance
In a body of clay
A manipulated trance
For which I have no say

But behind this flush
Under this face,
The clay you caress and crush
I have my heart, hidden with no traceThe Figurine by *TheFinalHikari
Under the CloudsFrom that very first moment
You stepped out of the cage
You were trapped in abandonment
Left alone to age

But when I took you in my arms
I knew I’d never let go
Sanctuary comes in many forms
Together, peace can flow

I knew from that day
I would protect you forever
Nothing could chase such love away
Happiness could run like a river

Nevermore would you be caged
We would live free together
In a story too long to be paged
Under the clouds of any weatherUnder the Clouds by *TheFinalHikari
The Earliest DaysWe did not
Worry about fate
We would not
Fear the days we await

I was not looking for a hand to seize
I was to walk alone against the cold breeze

But then I saw you appear
You always stayed near
The days were suddenly so dear

You became the person
Worthy of this affliction
Everyone calls affection

We did not
Stray from fate
We would not
Flee the days we await

Now we walk, hand in hand
Together, there is nothing we cannot withstandThe Earliest Days by *TheFinalHikari
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Final Fantasy
Blame it All on AlcoholChapter I

Plans Set Off Course

Director Hope Estheim did not drink. He couldn’t even recall recently having a glass of Champaign or wine at any of the government soirees, where such practices were common. It simply wasn’t something he did; he always wanted to be fully aware and ready for anything.

But not that night at the NORA bar in Bodhum.

“Why does she like him so much better?” Hope slurred miserably.

“Maybe it’s for the best,” Snow said as he casually took a sip of his daiquiri.

“Is it because I’m her boss?” he theorized hopelessly. “Does she like…have soBlame it All on Alcohol by *TheFinalHikari
Touch the Sky"My dream is but a fal'Cie fancy now," he said as he closed his eyes. "End it."

He may have been robbed of his free will, but it was still his choice. He decided that he would close his eyes a moment before they would be closed forever. He chose to let the end come before his ideals were distorted any farther. The last thing he saw was the sky and the high tops of the buildings in the city. Nestled up in the Cocoon of vipers, the sky looked close enough to reach out and touch. Even so, it was marred with the chaos of warfare.

It would only take one shot. One bullet, fired out of what could only be called loyalty. Yet even with that appreheTouch the Sky by *TheFinalHikari
Creeper Love is Deeper LoveIt was almost the end of the dinner serving hour when Hope Estheim walked brusquely into the Academy cafeteria. He carried a few data panels and several folders of paper documents as he hurried over to take his usual seat at the counter to spread his work out. The server wordlessly put a cup of coffee in front of him then tottered off to make a proper meal. They all still did know that the Director's diet was half coffee.

One of the researchers, Marlow, decided to join his boss and took a seat beside the director. Hope was already too engrossed in his work to notice the other employee's presence. Marlow waited a few moments before speaking Creeper Love is Deeper Love by *TheFinalHikari
Distant Recollections"People always say the future will be better. They believe the hardships of the present fade with the passage of time.

And so we hope, waiting for a future brighter than today."

Memory was his only memento of her. He could only hold on to the distant recollections and the image of their fading reflections. He didn't have anything else; not even the knife she had entrusted him with. He had been so careful to take care of it when he was young and still traveling with her. He always tried to find ways to keep it polished and sharpened, even when supplies ran low.

Hope Estheim smiled slightly at the memory of when he first tried to sharpen iDistant Recollections by *TheFinalHikari
Final Fantasy
Land of the Sky
As Free As His Hair Aros Royce started always started his day the same way. He always woke up before his wife, Jarah, did, even though there was no sunlight to come shining in through the window to rouse him. He would slip out of bed silently and carefully, as not to wake her; she was never much of a morning person. From there, he would push the curtain of their canopy bed aside and pick up one of the enchanted candles that burned through the night.

From there, he would creep over to the ornately carved piece of elaborate furniture that he called a dresser. In all honesty, it was probably even fuller than Jarah’s wise, but that was solely thanks to the As Free As His Hair by *TheFinalHikari
Long Before the Dawn Lightning flashed brightly enough to illuminate every imperfection in the overgrown road. The rain soaked the fabric of Gabriel's cloak, causing all of his wings to be subjected to the same dampness. The tiny feathers clung to his face as he pushed his wet bangs out of his eyes. The end of summer on the lower world was seldom a comfortable season. Roo was a few feet ahead of them, pushing a path through the forest open for him to follow. Though the route they took had once been a busy road, it had fallen out of use several decades prior.

Despite the small amount of distance between them, Roo was still always watching out for him. The wind,Long Before the Dawn by *TheFinalHikari
Faintly Too LateIt was early morning in the courtyard, but the only faint light shining down from the sky was provided by the moon and stars. It was one of those instances were keeping track of the time of day seemed so pointless and trivial. Regardless, the days still passed through that unending darkness. They slipped into weeks and then into years, all of which he spent with his feet firmly on the ground.

It was sad to admit, but he found himself growing begrudgingly accustomed to it. He couldn't forget how liberating it felt to fly, but it had been such a long time since the wind and fresh night air rushed around him. There was a certain sensation abouFaintly Too Late by *TheFinalHikari
Flight PathFlight Path

The idea of going out on an evening cruise had started out as a wonderfully romantic one. Fate was doubly pleased with the plans when Souri promptly dragged a disgruntled Micah off to the ship's gift shop after just a few minutes of admiring the scenery. Jei Dun and Fate were left alone on the bow of the boat to enjoy the sight of the sunset. Best of all, his siblings were still back on land.

The sun was close to a shade of crimson as it descended nearer to the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant shades of red and orange. The calm evening waters reflected them and added to the serenity. The warm breeze gently blew of the deFlight Path by *TheFinalHikari
Land of the Sky
Star Ocean
HellfireYou stare up at the sky, your crimson eyes blank and unfeeling. The darkness was positively interminable; it was like there never even was light. The star ocean you knew so well was too far from view for your tired, corrupted eyes to perceive.

You tilt your head to the side, but the sight is the same. The darkness embraced you and traced its icy fingers over your body so many times that it was starting to feel warm. You knew what it was.

You knew it was hell.

But it wasn't the first time you heard of hell; there had been so many stories on Eldar about the fiery inferno of misery with the impending doom the planet faced. It was somethingHellfire by *TheFinalHikari
On the Other SideThough you did not make it
To the other side
Of the endless star ocean
You travelled far
To a world unknown

Your fate seemed certain
Decided and condemned
But then you opened our eyes
Feeling so surprised
To see sunlight again

Fleeting questions
Of if heaven or hell
Waited on the other side
Of the vast celestial sea
Spun around your tired mind

But then you saw her
Surrounded by sunlight
Your further still deemed undecided
Yet she said she knew
Every turn your path took

You still drew breath
You suddenly realized
You were delivered just short
Of the unknown side
For a second chance under the skyOn the Other Side by *TheFinalHikari
Too Far From Me   Millie walked away from her small group's campsite, her simple and chipper demeanor fading more with every step she took. She was too used to always being the most cheerful and determined person around her friends and the other people she dealt with; she barely even realized it when that entire bright attitude became a façade. It happened so seamlessly, which only made it more difficult to accept.

But it did still happen.

What would you say to me if you knew that?

As the days went on when she was so far from home and so far from him, her lighthearted attitude grew heavier. She noticed when it slipped, but simply kept trying hardToo Far From Me by *TheFinalHikari
Saved by Death HimselfErys Jerand ran as fast as her feet would carry her, keeping her injured wing close to her body. Being unable to fly away to safety had planted the seeds of panic in her mind. Feeling the monster's vines whip against her skin made them grow and threaten to smother her logical side. She didn't have the psychological energy, never mind the time, to cast a symbol and save herself. She knew she'd lose the struggle if she tried.

Don't get any closer…

Even if she tried to fly, she wouldn't be able to get far enough fast enough. She knew all too well that it would just grab ahold of her and drag her back to the ground. The thought alone madSaved by Death Himself by *TheFinalHikari
Star Ocean
Oneshots
The Ship That Keeps on ShippingThe Ship That Keeps on Shipping
Collaboration of DrMeh, Namenameone, and TheFinalHikari

As everybody did the space waltz, their eyes met each other from across the room. Monocles flashed in the dim, possibly sentient lighting. Locus felt his heart’s tempo speed up, gazing upon the dark-haired beauty. Commander Korona’s mustache curled as he gazed at the blond. It was hierarchally/racially improbable love at first sight.

“Welcome,” he purred, hat angling rakishly into his glowing eyes.

“Ah, ahem, good evening, Commander,” Locus replied, his palms sweaty.

Locus felt his mustache spin before retracting The Ship That Keeps on Shipping by *TheFinalHikari
Worth the Weight in GoldAsbel stood outside of the throne took door and waited patiently go be summoned in, despite the late hour. Even if it was only Duke Dallen occupying His Majesty's time, the old lord would have more than just a few complaints if Asbel barged in unannounced. Richard wasn't nearly as concerned about such formalities when it was just the two of them, but Dallen had taken up the tendency to throw the golden candlesticks when angered in his old age.

Asbel stifled a yawn as he leaned his head against the wall. He looked over at the grand, old clock perched high on the wall and squinted at it go ensure that he was reading it correctly. Deciding thatWorth the Weight in Gold by *TheFinalHikari
Morceaux de VousPieces of You

When Asbel heard that Gralesyde had the largest standing army in all of Windor, he had not expected the castle to follow the war theme with shining dedication. The faucet handles in the bathrooms were shaped like the hilts of swords and the spout was shaped like the blade of a sort. Even the doorknobs were shaped like maces, although the points were rounded off so that they were not too sharp.

He walked down the hallways, thoroughly lost, while he eyed all of the various weapons mounted and displayed on the walls. Duke Dallen had more than just a large army; every inch of his mansion reflected an active interest in warfare.
Morceaux de Vous by *TheFinalHikari
Dare to BreatheHe didn’t dare to breathe.

The sounds of swords clashing and connecting with armor echoed down the hallway. Rain pounded relentlessly against the window, like an ominous melody behind the violence. His face was pressed against the cold floor, but he felt a puddle of something warm gathering under his cheek. The sickening smell of blood filled his nose, and though it was still warm, the person it came from would soon be cold.

He couldn’t risk making a sound.

A guttural shout was uttered from a soldier as a sword dropped and clattered against the floor. He dared to hope that it was one of the enemy soldiers, but the triumphantDare to Breathe by *TheFinalHikari
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Devious Fun
Tragedy At SeaDay eighteen…the internet went out.Tragedy At Sea by *TheFinalHikari
The Troll in the Computer~The Troll in the Computer~

They say that trolls belong under bridges, since their intentions are generally regarded to be quite conniving. The face of the troll we know (and for some of us, love) is quite infamous around the internet as a harbinger of trouble, entertainment, and many other things. But before this sounds like too much like the opening of an essay that will just put us both to sleep atop our keyboards, let's venture into this tale of the little trolls jumping around like an Easter Bunny on this fine April Fools' Day.

It was a seemingly ordinary morning on April 1st, 2011. When I opened Google Chrome, the genesis of many shThe Troll in the Computer by *TheFinalHikari
SH - Individuality~For Mizury~
~Santas-Harem Valentine's Day Event~

Individuality

This is starting to get ridiculous…

Takeshi sat on the couch wearing a skeptical expression as he watched the young woman standing in front of him fixing her hair. Hikari had a mirror in her living room, and he could see why; judging by her appearances, it was no stretch of the imagination to guess that she used it quite a lot. He leaned back and his gaze settled upon the skull resting upon the end table, starting to feel impatient with how long it was taking her to style her red hair.

I know this is just typical of her, but…

First, she had to adjust the frontSH - Individuality by *TheFinalHikari
No Writer Should Be SilencedAlways write your words in blood.No Writer Should Be Silenced by *TheFinalHikari
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The Bridge to Nowhere“It broke,” she murmured as she looked down at the water flowing beneath her. “How strange…”

She stood with her arms stretched out on either side of her, ready to catch herself should her balance fail. Her toes were at the edge, balanced on the last solid board that protruded from the remains of the bridge. The end of the board was splintered from whatever force created the five foot gap between the two sides of the bridge. Phragmites stood high on either side of the bank, brown from the cold but still standing to be blown by the wind.

“It’s just like those stories in the newspaper of people who The Bridge to Nowhere
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Blame it All on AlcoholChapter I

Plans Set Off Course

Director Hope Estheim did not drink. He couldn’t even recall recently having a glass of Champaign or wine at any of the government soirees, where such practices were common. It simply wasn’t something he did; he always wanted to be fully aware and ready for anything.

But not that night at the NORA bar in Bodhum.

“Why does she like him so much better?” Hope slurred miserably.

“Maybe it’s for the best,” Snow said as he casually took a sip of his daiquiri.

“Is it because I’m her boss?” he theorized hopelessly. “Does she like…have soBlame it All on Alcoholin Final Fantasy
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As everybody did the space waltz, their eyes met each other from across the room. Monocles flashed in the dim, possibly sentient lighting. Locus felt his heart’s tempo speed up, gazing upon the dark-haired beauty. Commander Korona’s mustache curled as he gazed at the blond. It was hierarchally/racially improbable love at first sight.

“Welcome,” he purred, hat angling rakishly into his glowing eyes.

“Ah, ahem, good evening, Commander,” Locus replied, his palms sweaty.

Locus felt his mustache spin before retracting The Ship That Keeps on Shippingin Oneshots
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Worth the Weight in GoldAsbel stood outside of the throne took door and waited patiently go be summoned in, despite the late hour. Even if it was only Duke Dallen occupying His Majesty's time, the old lord would have more than just a few complaints if Asbel barged in unannounced. Richard wasn't nearly as concerned about such formalities when it was just the two of them, but Dallen had taken up the tendency to throw the golden candlesticks when angered in his old age.

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Morceaux de VousPieces of You

When Asbel heard that Gralesyde had the largest standing army in all of Windor, he had not expected the castle to follow the war theme with shining dedication. The faucet handles in the bathrooms were shaped like the hilts of swords and the spout was shaped like the blade of a sort. Even the doorknobs were shaped like maces, although the points were rounded off so that they were not too sharp.

He walked down the hallways, thoroughly lost, while he eyed all of the various weapons mounted and displayed on the walls. Duke Dallen had more than just a large army; every inch of his mansion reflected an active interest in warfare.
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And I Love YouIt was the same routine
With snacks of protein
It passed every single day
With no deviation in way

“Where’s the venue?”

A greeting in the morning
Said from under the awning
A goodbye before eight
Familiar enough to narrate

“Does a used ticket have any value?”

A text during lunch
Sent with a casual keypunch
And a conversation at night
As the sky loses its light

“Could you pick up a menu?”

Every message
Even those with baggage
Starting with her name
Then always ending the same

“And I love you.”And I Love Youin Poetry
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The FigurineMove my arms
Change my face
Define my charms
Garnish me in lace

Let this expression
Fade from a smile
Fall into fake depression
Embrace imagined denial

Mold everything
To your liking
For this figurine
Has a heart yet unseen

I may dance
In a body of clay
A manipulated trance
For which I have no say

But behind this flush
Under this face,
The clay you caress and crush
I have my heart, hidden with no traceThe Figurinein Poetry
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Dare to BreatheHe didn’t dare to breathe.

The sounds of swords clashing and connecting with armor echoed down the hallway. Rain pounded relentlessly against the window, like an ominous melody behind the violence. His face was pressed against the cold floor, but he felt a puddle of something warm gathering under his cheek. The sickening smell of blood filled his nose, and though it was still warm, the person it came from would soon be cold.

He couldn’t risk making a sound.

A guttural shout was uttered from a soldier as a sword dropped and clattered against the floor. He dared to hope that it was one of the enemy soldiers, but the triumphantDare to Breathein Oneshots
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Under the CloudsFrom that very first moment
You stepped out of the cage
You were trapped in abandonment
Left alone to age

But when I took you in my arms
I knew I’d never let go
Sanctuary comes in many forms
Together, peace can flow

I knew from that day
I would protect you forever
Nothing could chase such love away
Happiness could run like a river

Nevermore would you be caged
We would live free together
In a story too long to be paged
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~cskadoz Feb 17, 2013   General Artist
a varied and colorful gallery. :hug: images imagery mood and insight. :highfive:
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*TheFinalHikari Feb 27, 2013   Writer
Thank you very much! :hug:
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*omegaman20 Jun 18, 2011   Digital Artist
great bunch of work you have :D
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*TheFinalHikari Jun 25, 2011   Writer
Thank you very much! :iconlawooplz:
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