thereās actually only one theatrical drama/play in gaia; if anyone tried to write anything but loveless they got astrally doxxed
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thereās actually only one theatrical drama/play in gaia; if anyone tried to write anything but loveless they got astrally doxxed
Advent Children and Rebirth parallels
FINAL FANTASY VII: CRISIS CORE REUNION (2022)
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Locked in eternal struggle !
ā basorexia / the desire to kiss prompts | @backwaterheroics :
āĀ 20 .Ā Ā aĀ kissĀ outĀ ofĀ desperation . kunsel reminiscing abt a time w zack abt it bc something cloud did reminded him of zack real hard
There's effort to be civil these days, a tolerance built through exposure and time; not unlike a frog set in a pot to be boiled. Their interactions remain astringent more often than not, cut short by the ever present feeling of interloping in each other's lives, but they stopped being actively hostile.
⦠Or he did, at least, swallowing down the pervasive feeling of wrongness that surrounded Cloud, having to deconstruct every facet of his discomfort for his own sanity, if anything else.
He felt wronged ā robbed of answers in his grief, every last trace of Zack was taken from him and given a form he cannot grasp, a wound torn open, a haunting in the flesh; Cloud appeared as the perfect scapegoat for all his inadequacies, an external target for the years of guilt he'd silently carried on his own; a stranger in an uniform five years out of regulation, a sword nearly as tall as Cloud, the notion of stolen valor tasted sour and it drove Kunsel to keep his distance ā because if anyone knew what being a SOLDIER meant, the history behind that blade, it would be him; it was the feeling of being left behind, always a step out formation, no matter what he did to try and follow, to make sense of the world crumbling around them he would always be left in the dark.
He was wrong ā Cloud never wished for any of this; he'd known him once, an infantry brat with the worst attitude he'd ever seen - to turn into what he is today he had to have gone through enhancement procedures (if not worse) so Kunsel had zero excuses for not extending him basic grace when he made a point of dealing with even the most unstable ex-SOLDIERs still around as no one else would (or could); it was his own selfish hope that made him cling to denial, a self-betrayal when faced against the odds that Zack would've been the one to survive ā the reports named it a SUCCESS; fear and anger never stopped him from reaching further, looking behind the curtain, and yet with Cloud that is what he did ā he settled only for what he could see, what immediate reactions and suspicions his mind could conjure (was it his mind?).
some recent-ish ff7 doodles, can't wait for rebirth!
āļø tracking update on your delivery ā ā @meteor-shots
Cloud nearly growls, frustration eclipsing decorum and whatever self-conscientiousness he may have lingering still in the fringes of him & Zack. It's surreal that they're friends, it's wild that they're hanging out. It's just -ā ! He's not gonna think about it!!
He grips the polish rag tighter, leans in closer to the short sword across his lap. Like if he gets closer with the physicality of his feelings the scuff will learn its lesson andā! buffā out -ā alreadyā!
"Aahggh..," Cloud scowls, a fierce glower, and just about throws himself to lay back on the floor in defeat. "M'gunna give up on this, it's just not comin' out."
āļø tracking update on your delivery ā ā @rosahope
He fiddles with a compact, the mirror dusty with bits of powder. Clip clap, clip clap. He should probably put it down before Chibs snarks at him... or before he breaks it.
He tilts his head over the side of her vanity chair, lazy and feeling more than a little boneless. He's glad they don't do reservations. Or, like, planning of any kind. They would really be late, and he'd feel like they were wasting time.
Instead, he's perfectly content sitting here just spending time in the princess' space while she tries to make up her mind on an outfit.
"Hey," he says, tone mild as if this isn't totally out of the blue, or a dodge to her various inquiries of this or that. He's glad he has a minimal closet--black goes well with anything. "D'y'think I should do somethin-- with my hair?"
Clip clap, clip clap...
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questions we would ask sephiroth if we were trapped in an enclosed space (with no way out except to work together???) once we went through all 5 stages of grief & at least one hr of mutual upset silence
can you do the samurai katana food cutting trick or is that just anime and fruit ninja
howās your cartilage? coz our knees are getting kinda. yknow. painful
have yāever smoked weed, do u think that would help
what are your feelings on being the major contributing factor toward upholding a totalitarian corporatocracy
is it just like. that u want a ma? weād share ours except. šļøšļø
do you know that we pity you? do you know what that means?
whatās up with the throwing buildings thing, we both know itās not going to do anything but be annoying
do you ever get tired of hovering menacingly
or waiting in corners or at the end of roads
you know this whole thing (me&you) isnāt going to go how you want it, so why do you keep trying?
i feel the same about vincentās waistcoat ec outfit as i do when cloud took off his gauntlet/bracers in remake
prepaid postage starter call āļøš¦š«
Ocean Vuong, On Earth Weāre Briefly Gorgeous
Bring me the cheer materia ! The joy materia! Fill uour hollow heart with whimsy!
take this to elmyra and say it's from me. ā kunsel
party favors ā ā @sentmail
Cold dread overtakes him, sinking into the soles of his feet and climbing up to settle hollow in his chest.
Not because the request comes from Kunsel, a man whose very presence forces him to face the mirror shards of himself and never see his own face looking back, always other people. Stolen facets, shoddy mockeriesāa disregard to which Cloud didnāt even know he was giving. But thatās no excuse, thatās never an excuse.
Itās not because the request is to hand off something to Elmyra, a woman who shares his grief and can no longer muster the energy for anger or hate. Someone who, because of Cloud, had her child stolen from her. She has every right to condemn him, to demand retribution, to curse and scream and scorn him, find him worthless and despicable. Instead she lets him share her space, quietly and never for too long, butāā they found an accord, with one another. Cloud thinks itās because sheās a mother.
No, itās not because itās Kunsel or because itās for Elmyra.
Kunsel almost begrudgingly has passed over some random roughshod crystal bauble. Itās not valuable, itās certainly no treasure, nothing to be turned into cash for hard times. If he turns it this way and that, maybe squints his eyes a bit, it looks somewhat like a bear...maybe a Bagnadrana.. or a Dorky Face.
Whatever it is, Kunsel is tight-lipped, obviously uncomfortable. Cloud doesnāt want to know how he knows Cloud goes to Elmyraās on a somewhat regular monthly basis. (to pick up flowers, to take to the lakeshore in the ancient forest. to offer apologies, ask for forgiveness and penance he doesnāt deserve.)
But itās Kunsel to Elmyra and the only common ground there is Aerith. Heās not stupid, he can make connections.
This is something he doesnāt know. A part of Aerithās life he canāt ask about. Canāt talk to her about. Canāt share with her. Heāll never know and he doesnāt have a right to know.
It weighs on him, this yearning. He craves any part of Aerith still left in the world. His memories are faulty, His heart even moreso. What tangible evidence is there of Aerithās regard for Cloud? for Cloudās regard for Aerith?
Thereās just a grave.
But here Kunsel is with something, because he was precious to her and her to him, and thereās proof. Here in his hands. a little unremarkable trinket, obviously beloved and being passed on to a mother who would cherish it even more than a friend.
A friendā¦. orā¦..
Kunsel is right about him.
He doesnāt know anything.
āYeah, alright,ā Cloud agrees and canāt meet Kunselās face. He stows away the piece in a secure compartment in his pack where he keeps his spare materia, then turns away to fix a crate of packages onto his motorcycle, feeling his eyes burn and his shoulders curl. āIāll give her your phone number too, in case she wants to reach out. She got a line recently, soā-ā