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ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ｈｅａｒｔｂｅａｔ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴɪᴢᴇ ωɪᴛʜ ᴍɪɴᴇ. ᴛɪғᴀ ʟᴏᴄᴋʜᴀʀᴛ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢ sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀɴᴛᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ {ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ) ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ. : #ＡＢＮＥＧＡＴＩＯＮＥＭ ᴀʙɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴍ {ɴᴏᴜɴ: ʟᴀᴛɪɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ} : sᴇʟғ─ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ Sidebar Picture Credit ☓Roleplαy Trαcĸer☓

[abnegationem-blog]

This account is on a permanent hiatus until I get the muse to return. For those who have my Skype- feel free to message me there. It's been a pleasure, I may return soon.

[abnegationem-blog]

ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs─ᴇᴅɢᴇ ʜᴀs ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ.

[heavens-edge]

She heard a soft female voice and turned to see a brunet with a long dark brown hair with a different eye color looks like red but was kind brown. "Yes" she said with a smile

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❥ —— The air about the woman was eased; she seemed energetic and spirited despite what Tifa had first conjured-- her polar opposite. "What is your name..?" The fighter cooed hesitantly, curious about the woman whom mirrored her motives with a twist.

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ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs─ᴇᴅɢᴇ ʜᴀs ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ.

❥ ——  Raven hair with a twinge of caramel- mirrored expressions grazed as the fighter stood before an angel-- one whom she was certain too had the curse of heartache by the hollow gleam a spirited iris shone.  "Miss..?"

[abnegationem-blog]

❥ ----  Lovers hold on to anything- Lovers hold on to everything.> >I chase your love around a figure eight; I need you more than I can take. You promise forever and a day- but then you take it all away... 

[abnegationem-blog]

{Hello everyone-- I just wanted to say that for the next week I will be on vacation. Replies have been slow, greetings are in drafts, and I've been delightfully disorganized as of late and I apologize! At some point this evening, I will finish my reply to Lightning as well as make a starter for Cloud-- I will also check the tag before I leave. When I return, everything will be up to speed; I may also remind others of a few lost threads as well. I hope everyone is having a good day! I'll see you all soon.}

[abnegationem-blog]

ℓαsтcнαηcεмα∂ηεss нαs (яε)נσιηε∂ үσυя ραятү.

The silver wolf ring loosely adjacent to the woman's tensed neck seemed to tarnish on spot- hanging from a damaged, rusted chain. Cloud.

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"The sun needs a break just as much as we do, Vanille. When it stops raining, how about we go to Nautilus to see the chocobos?"

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"Well alright!" Shifting the small frown upon her face into a smile. “Yes! I would love that!"

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"I knew you would." The ravenette nodded, a soft smile forming on her perked lips. "Perhaps..we could find a tiny chocobo chick, just for you."

[chaosfetti-deactivated20140211]

"I could see the chance that it might rain!"

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"The sun needs a break just as much as we do, Vanille. When it stops raining, how about we go to Nautilus to see the chocobos?"

[abnegationem-blog]

I really don't like your Tifa at all. You should consider deleting so you can keep up with quality blogs.

{Final Heaven} - {I’ve seen quite a bit of Anonymous hate and personal prodding as of recent— and I would like to address it and bring it into attention in said post.Every person is entitled to an opinion- every fan has a different view on a character they choose to roleplay as- it’s what makes the character unique and loveable by a vast amount of people. Only the creator of the character can truly see them in ‘correct’ light. I understand that you might not like my Tifa, Anonymous; though why feel the need to tell me as such behind a gray mask? There are several other lovely Tifa Lockhart blogs on Tumblr- why don’t you find one you like, and perhaps send them a nice message? I refuse to delete my blog because a person doesn’t favor it. I roleplay because it’s fun for me- it’s an outlet to all of the stress of my life, and it lets me be someone else for a bit. I can learn lessons through another’s eyes, and meet unforgettable friends along the way. There will be people who will dislike me, or my character, or my personality in general- though I won’t suddenly just form to what someone thinks is ‘right’ or ‘quality’. I may not be professional, though I’m here to have a good time, not keep up with the shape of any other person’s muse.I apologize for filling dashes with this— though I needed to get this off of my chest.}

[cuddlesandsmut-blog]

I’ve tried to stay clean, I really have. I feel a relapse coming on. I’ve seen a lot of posts like this, so I thought I’d make one of my own.

Please reblog this if you would genuinely care if I started cutting myself again. I will write EVERY SINGLE URL in my notebook and upload a new picture every time I fill a page. I doubt I’ll get that many reblogs, but on the off chance that I do, that’s my promise.

I just want to be able to look at it every time I feel weak and know that someone out there cares.

[abnegationem-blog]

☤ Still, you, like a magician’s assistant lie frozen helpless on your back, smiling bleached teeth upward at the ceiling so the crowd suspects nothing, your eyes calm heartbeat at adagio patiently prepared to be dismembered. This is what you wanted, to be noticed by the one who doesn't believe in feeble tricks not coming in case the magic was r e a l to save you to cherish the fact you w a i t ed- your reality though it's too late to choke back your wish as I devour you slowly, blood pooling between the illusionist you've been cut in half your grand finale misery.

[abnegationem-blog]

{After one long, painful start to the week-- I'm back again. My new followers will be greeted soon, replies I may have missed re-blogged, and for those I've asked to story plot messaged. Until then, I need some tea to clear my head-- I hate allergies.}

[abnegationem-blog]

{On mobile for the rest of the day. I might write a Drabble or two in the meantime.}

[outcastvigilante]

Damn, he was thirsty. 

God forbid he’d do anything else for Vergil that involves him leaving the city. He still had no idea what this mission had anything to do with taking down Mundus, but he wasn’t going to judge or question his decisions. If it benefited, then it was going to work. 

Eyeing this bar called 7th Heaven. It was just for a quick drink. He was seriously thirsty, so Vergil wouldn’t mind if he took a small detour. Dante hummed to himself, walking within it; his ears were suddenly filled with shrieks. To be honest, that was the last thing he would expect whilst walking into a bar— filled with females no less.

Guess he walked into the right place. 

A smirk formed with his lips, folding his arms across his, shrugging. "You don’t see me complainin’," he said, finally approaching the bar and sat down. “Of course. Isn’t that what I came in here for?" Brows rose in expectation, giving her a playful look. "I’m not used to, though, being in a bar full of chicks." And the clubs certainly did not count.

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Glancing at the male- it seems as if he didn't mind the extra attention. As a small smile played on scarlet lips, she merely arched an eyebrow as he approached the counter-- glancing downward to selectively choose a widened crystalline glass which reflected within the dim light surrounding the duo. Deft fingers wrapped themselves around the neck of a worn bottle- amber liquid sloshing into the mug with ease as the sound was masked by pitched chatter.  "Neither am I. It seems women travel in parties- and I assume this was just the first place they spotted. Guess they got lucky, hm?" Her voice was friendly-- the Fighter unaware of the tone within the core of the words spoken. "I mainly get locals-- all of these lovely ladies have lived in this area for years. Any form of new material, and you're bound to hear a scream or two." Betwixt scarred fingers was a small red sphere-- a fire materia -- that sparked suddenly with a sounded snap. Tifa's crimson eyes became radiant-- glowing a brighter shade of maroon -- as a small, agile flame circled the iridescent rim- heating the liquid slightly as the drink was set before the male's grasp. "First serving is on me. I haven't seen an unfamiliar face in months now." 

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συтcαѕтνιgιℓαηтє нαѕ נσιηє∂ уσυя ραяту.

The Barmaid jumped slightly as sudden, feminine shrieks filled the 7th Heaven-- leather-clad hands dropping a glass mug as it shattered- along with her ears- against the polished floor. What in the--? Crimson eyes bore forward as the Fighter turned swiftly, sharp eyebrows knitted with a mixture of confusion and frustration. Though as thick eyelashes met crystal, she merely rested her dominant hand on her hip- a soft shake of her head with a knowing smile accompanying the action. She could see why they were excited. "Excuse the ladies, we don't have outside visitors often. Care for a drink, Sir?"

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The woman let a soft, regretful sigh slip past her scarlet lips. The words caused her to bite her tongue- regret washing over her body for being a bit unnecessarily brash. "I see nothing wrong with you, despite the fact you may be cold." A motherly...

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___/\_: spiteful-infection: abnegationem: The woman let a soft, regretful sigh...

Most people usually didn't say that about his name. Most people were weirded out, given to the fact that he now shared names with the fabled Greek god of gods. The fact that Tifa outright said that the name was beautiful was more than enough to create a small pink on the virus's cheeks.

And with the fact that she was so adamantly making contact with him. Even if that was better than eyes roaming over his scarring, his own cobalt gaze was instinctively burying itself into the concrete.

"Yeah, I have an apartment pretty close to here. It's small and cramped, but it is what it is." Considering that he, you know, stole it and everything.

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The fighter noted the slight blush-- yet simply smiled softly as the man continued with his words. He looked so uncomfortable, so shy with his demeanor-- she truly wondered why, yet it would never be her place to ask such a question. "Home is home." Tifa hummed gently, glancing towards the male whom slightly raised his head to speak. "It doesn't matter what appeal it has- it's unique and marvelous in it's own way. It's where special memories are made." Her leather-clad hands hung loosely at her sides, walking with ease. "Thank you for allowing me to walk you there, Zeus."

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deғιɴιɴɢтнeιɴѕαɴιтy нαѕ ̶ĸ̶̶ι̶̶l̶̶l̶̶e̶̶d̶ joιɴed yoυr pαrтy.

The ravette’s timid, bold gaze never wavered from the mysterious Tribal man returning the chilling gesture.  "Why are you here." It was addressed as a question; however pressed as a statement. 

[definingthe--archive]

Now this one was interesting. Tall, beautiful, assertive. She surely wasn’t anything he had been expecting.

"No real reason, hermana." he mused, eyes turning to her in interest. "Just enjoying the view. Why do you ask, hm? Someone seems fucking tense."

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'Hermana'-- Spanish? Glossy onyx strands shook lightly, dismissing the unnecessary thought as she processed what the man had said fully. His grin was absolutely tantalizing-- how could one remain unscathed staring into such an expression? Yet, as her brows furrowed, she continued softly: "Just lost in thought." The ravenette corrected, stepping closer with inward hesitation. "You're not from around here, are you? My name is Tifa Lockhart, and yours, Sir?