Long has the Stormcrown languished, with no worthy brow to sit upon. By our breath we bestow it now to you in the name of Kyne, in the name of Shor, and in the name of Atmora of Old. You are Ysmir now, the Dragon of the North, hearken to it.

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September 7th, 2017


aesthetic )

Men are not men on the battlefield. We turn into some other creature. You can do the cruelest things, doesn't even matter if it's an order or not. To protect yourself, your mind shuts out any emotions you have, like a steel door. But once the war's over, you can't keep it closed anymore.
- Fullmetal Alchemist (EP16)