Bleeding Heart

[biggvsv]

Independent BIGGS from Final Fantasy VII (heavily sourced from remake continuity and headcanons).

-Loved by Leighton-

Carrd.

[biggvsv]

❝     WHAT KIND OF TIME LOOP ARE YOU STUCK IN?

historical tragedy

you know how people say that when someone dies, it’s like their candle goes out? of course you know, you’ve been lost in the dark before. you’ve felt the wax drip onto your skin as the wick burns out, the smoke rising away from the puddle in your hands. maybe you can reshape it—put it back together. maybe you can light it again someday.

[biggvsv]

Pokemon Lazy Summer items just dropped and I am clicking the purchase button SO FAST on the life sized Lapras pool floatie.

[unholyblissafterdark]

[biggvsv]

Biggs is such a cryptid. In his CANON HISTORY he was just called "X" and liked it before he got a real name assigned to him, and beat the shit out of some rich kid insulting orphans in front of Aerith.

Then he started working in a scrapyard at 13 and saved enough money to BUY THE ORPHANGE he grew up in and make it a legitimately nice place, breathing new life into it as The Leaf House.

He was a TEACHER until he realized that peaceful protest is something that The Man tricks you into believing works and decided to literally become a reactor-bombing terrorist.

He's got main character syndrome but this story is about Cloud and he gets to be the cool side character to Cloud's story and he rambles about being anxious while sweeping dirt up in front of his dirt house and Cloud's just like "that's rough, buddy" and you'd think Cloud managed to deliver some intense cognitive behavioral therapy for the guy.

[little-black-dress-zack-fair]

Jessie: One time I ate a whole cake without knowing it.

Biggs: I ate nine cans of spaghettios at three AM.

Jessie: Fine, you win.

Tifa: Are you two okay?

[mcflymemes]

RANDOM LINES OF DIALOGUE PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

oh, great. more of your very eloquent bullshit.

i don't fear death. in fact, i yearn for it.

if it holds wine, it's a wine glass.

so... no guns. do you have an axe?

i'm not usually this direct, but... what is wrong with you?

this would have been much better with a gun.

i might be a bit too ambitious.

i think you'll see that the time was not wasted.

i can do it as well. i can do it for ages.

it doesn't hurt... well. it hurts a little bit now.

i'm fascinated by what happened in your fourteen minutes of absence.

no hard feelings. please look after yourself.

i am fundamentally incapable of showing off.

i'm just having a bit of a laugh with everyone.

that was so cringey and so uncomfortable.

i have no stitches. none!

momma didn't raise no fool.

i can borrow a dog whenever i want.

honestly? i don't know where to start.

i gave you culture... literature... water.

sometimes absence is more powerful than presence.

by the end of it, we were singing swedish drinking songs.

i think you were really reluctant to take accountability for that.

i just think you formed a bad relationship.

do you think it's fair?

what do you have for me now?

yours is... impressive.

we're all different.

don't you dare look away.

i didn't mind it, actually.

i'm just proud of myself.

i think it went in. it did go in.

i feel ashamed, mainly.

that's what i was going for.

i just want to acknowledge your technique.

it did escalate severely after five minutes.

none of us ever want to see this again.

we've reached the ten minute mark.

i don't think i know who i am.

there's a degree of style in the cowboy hat.

there are no fucking shoes!

you look like you've been kicked through a charity shop.

your phone's ringing.

haven't you ever seen one of those before?

they were sick and dangerous.

what does that say about whoever killed them?

this isn't half bad for college kids.

what the hell is this?

you might want to wear these.

have a safe night.

would you believe i'm single?

why do you always trail off like that?

[biggvsv]

Time to be mentally unwell about my blorbo again-

[biggvsv]

The mention of Jessie has him trying to haul himself out of bed yet again, but the sight of her gear is reassuring evidence of her survival. Helping as much as she could sounded just like her, she was always a busybody. Not that Biggs himself wasn't trying to vault out of his sickbed and dig through the rubble himself to find Wedge, but he was used to his own anxiety and brazen stupidity.

"So... then-" he trails off, the realization hitting him not like a falling palette of bricks, but more in a slow, oppressive ebb. Despite everything, despite so many dying in a hail of bullets trying to protect their home, it just wasn't enough.

The brunette feels useless but he lays back down and tries to collect his dizzying array of thoughts, worries, and emotions. There's anger, hot and sudden, making him tense his fingers into tight fists. He has nothing to hit, or at least doing so would be futile, so his raised hand simply falls back onto his forehead, pinching at the bridge of his nose.

"I thought it had to be a lie, at first... Because who in their right mind would do such a thing. Who could be that heartless, y'know? Maybe all those dinners at Jessie's made me forget that we're not... We're not Topsiders and we never will be. But still, how can someone go to work for Shinra like it's just another morning? After what they did-"

No. This was just ignoring the truth. They had thrown the first glove when they blew up that reactor. He had tried to act like all of the chaos and destruction was necessary, you have to crack a few eggs to make an omelette, right?

"We did this... All these people are suffering because we thought what we were doing was right, that it was justice. If we hadn't kept stubbornly on, then maybe it wouldn't have escalated to this," he thinks aloud, wondering how he could lay there and accept medical treatment from innocent lives he'd willingly endangered.

"I'm sorry. It's not... I shouldn't be making you listen to this. I don't think I even once asked for your name," he laughs softly, guilt making the wrinkles of his face stand out all the more.

[thoughtkick]

Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell…

Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever (via thoughtkick)

[klarsynt-arc]

you know those kisses where the characters lean in but then just kinda hover for a second? almost hesitating and waiting for the other person to close the gap and you can just visibly see how much they wanna kiss but something holds them back and they just have all that yearning in their faces? that fucking look they always give each other before they finally say fuck it. yeah that’s my shit. more of that

[biggvsv]

Biggs is probably the NICEST character I’ve ever roleplayed, this is coming from a mun who normally loves writing asshole villains.

[biggvsv]

ex-mercenaire​:

❝    really ?    ❞   men  who  rally  under  a  singular  cause  always  relish  the  thought  of  sharing;  here  it  was,  an  invaluable  token  that  only  the  best  of  friends  exchanged.

despite  pressing  a  rather  dissenting  question,  cloud  made  no  attempt  at  disarming  the  situation.  cautiously,  patiently,  his  eyes  take  in   the  image  of  the  cardinal  bandana  being  tied  around  a  rather  athletic  bicep.    ❝   fine,  whatever.    ❞   no  point  opposing  a  losing  fight,  so  he  sighs  and  looks  away   (  secretly  smiling  to  himself  ).

“You’ve earned it and then some,” Biggs praises Strife earnestly, wearing a warm smile with an expectant little gleam in his eye.  He doesn’t force the token upon Cloud, but takes the lack of adamant refusal as an invitation, carefully winding the fabric around the blonde’s upper arm. He even takes the time to knot it in a very clean, aesthetically pleasing way, then steps back to admire the image of the taciturn younger man wearing their signature color.

“Looks good on you. And it helps to be wearing a bright color that marks you as a Friendly, especially with Jessie’s tendency to spray bullets and aim later... I knew giving her the mini submachine gun was a bad idea.”

He was only jesting, of course, but there was a half-truth to it. She was a rather excitable combatant, which is why she usually stuck to pre-setting the bombs.

He can’t help giving Cloud a thumbs up and a brief wink, as though the comment made was a secret meant to be kept only between “us guys”.

[biggvsv]

When you make the wrong dialogue choice due to a trigger happy thumb.

[biggvsv]

wingsandsteel​:

Sofie.

Whoever this person is - or was - they must have been important to the man laid out on a daybed-turned-gurney.

The hospital is makeshift, but then so are many things in the Slums. The people here are resilient. They make do because they must, because there is no other alternative. They find a way to survive, even with the suffering heaped upon them from above–privation, poisoned water, noxious air, unleashed monsters, and now this.

They band together. At least those here in Sector Five do, caring for one another because no-one else will.

“Easy, easy,” his watcher soothes, a hushed rumble like distant brontide. His hand is an abiding weight on the pillow, gentle restriction, because if Biggs does move swiftly, he will certainly rip open his injuries.

Angeal is not a doctor. The best he can offer is combat triage, and the lion’s share of that is a distant memory of emergency mending on enhanced bodies. Flesh, muscle, and bone are flesh, muscle, and bone. Materia can only do so much, and it was nearly too late.

Nearly.

But there is breath. There is life. There is a semblance of awareness. Angel of Death earns a soft snort. “Not at the moment.” The chair creaks under his mass as he straightens up, reaching down to fold the lower corner of the blanket over.

“Wiggle your toes. Can you do that?”

“Hm? Uh... sure?” he replies easily enough, flexing his leg muscles to do as requested. It’s a bit slow going and it’s mostly his largest toe doing the moving back and forth, but there is movement at all.

Biggs had been in pretty lousy shape when Cloud and Tifa found him, but he’d managed to survive getting shot and almost blown up with a grenade, so he righty didn’t have much to complain about.

“Do you know if there were any other survivors?” he asks suddenly, nearly trying to rise from the bed once more in his onset of worry.

“Anyone with red headbands... What about Wedge’s kids, are they alright?”

He neglects to mention the ‘kids’ he’s talking about are a bunch of stray cats, but anyone who lived as a Grounder in Sector 7 would know that’s what he meant. Marle definitely would have helped see as many people as she could to safety and Wymer had already rounded up the Watch to help defend the pillar. He’d seen poor Bautista get shot in the back by some grunts sent to ‘defend the pillar from Avalanche terrorists’, but even so... He had to hold onto some amount of hope.

“If I’m alive, then... That means we did it, right? Everything turned out okay, didn’t it?”

It couldn’t have all been for nothing.

[spiltichor]

DIFFERENT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS Because there are so many different types of bonds characters can share. For the prompts with one muse is __ the other muse, please feel free to specify who is which role.

send ❤️ for a romantic ship between our muses send 💔 for a toxic ship between our muses send ✨ for a purely sexual relationship between our muses send 💖 for a sexual relationship between our muses that could turn romantic send 💛 for our muses to be friends send 🧡 for our muses to be friends that could develop into a romantic relationship send 💚 for a friends with benefits situation between our muses send 🤝 for our muses to be partners that work together send 💘 for one muse to have a crush on the other muse send 🖤 for our muses to have had a past romance  send 💕 for mutual pining between our muses send 💝 for our muses to be in an arranged relationship. Could develop or not. send 💜 for a hateship between our muses send 👪 for our muses to have a familial relationship send ⚔️ for our muses to have a rivalry  send 🗡️ for a one-sided rivalry/grudge by one muse to the other send 💀 for our muses to be strictly enemies send 🤫 for one muse to secretly be an enemy/traitor to the other muse send 👨‍🏫 for one muse to be a teacher/mentor for the other muse send 👔 for one muse to work for the other muse send ☕ for regular customer relationship (hair stylists, coffee shop employees, etc.) send 😨 for one muse to be the bully of the other muse

[rpsourcedmemes]

Muses are fickle. Reblog if you understand that your partner’s muse can sometimes wonder off for a while, but that you will still be willing to write with them when they come back.