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BOOM GOES THE DYNAMITE penned by Valkyrie

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                                                          THE STORM IS HERE

                                                   indie. sel. lightning (farron) of ffxiii.

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OVERWATCH SENTENCE STARTERS MEME

@praesidiium​ said: ❝ lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞

          REMINISCING NEVER SEEMED to do the memories any justice. It doesn’t take you back to the place where it all began, it doesn’t bring back the smells or the tastes or the feelings. Nothing can replace the sensations of what once was. && as she stares out at the destruction that had been wrought, her home demolished under the destructive, catastrophic accident by ShinRa’s hands. It comes with a range of emotions: sorrow, anger, confusion, && guilt. These all have converged into a single detonation within her mind && built within her a desperation to fight back just as they’d always done. Her teeth grit, jaw setting in lieu, but it’s only a momentary thing. For she dares not let the other see her waver. 

          So she plays it off with that same kind demeanor, though dialed respectively back for the sake of all that had occurred. It’s fake, but who cares. Fear wreaks havoc through all who’d been subjected to the plate’s fall. A smile would do some good, at least for the children watching on. To stay strong.

          “Yeah---even the bad times weren’t that bad anyway.” A huff of amusement finds her, hands lacing behind her back while a gaze of garnet befalls the younger. “But that just means we’ve got room to make new memories, right?” 

                 A beautiful thought, even if it’s built upon the back of fallen dreams. 

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OVERWATCH SENTENCE STARTERS MEME

@sunpierce​ said: ❝ do you trust me? ❞

          “DO I REALLY have a choice?!” It’s a do or die moment. The drop is far, high from a now collapsing settlement by her own hands. Her calculations, the work put in to ensuring that she’d not send them to their deaths, seemed to be falling to pieces all around her. But even so, he’s giving her the option to trust in his aid && calling from below. Would he really catch her? Or would the force of her form colliding against cradling arms be too much && break loose that which would save her? There’s an array of what ifs that confiscate her mind && bid her a bumbling mess of shifting steps && another glance back simultaneous to a chain of explosions from the primary. 

          There’s no more time && she swears he roars this out in a buzzing dullness on ears. The body seizes the mind && silences it; she hears nothing && her breath catches in her chest. && so, she jumps. She takes the plunge && for a moment, she’s weightless jumping from crumbling catwalk. Whatever gasp might’ve flooded her lungs falters && her lungs ache for air stolen by rapidity of drop. Until she’s safe, stopped suddenly by the grasp of the other. 

                         She’s safe, she’s fine, she’s alive. 

          A heaving breath pours from her lips && she dips her face into cusping hands. It’s a single moment taken to gather herself in light of what had transpired, a murmur sounding off against her gloves nigh muffled. “It’s a whole different ball game without parachutes, okay? Now let’s get outta here..!”

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SHIMMIES ONTO THE DASH!

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[soarae-a]

Valkyrie’s back at it again!

          Revamping and reviving old blogs because she’s an emotional hiccup and clings to muses for dear life. BUT! I love you all so much that I couldn’t possibly keep away the light of my life and the sunshine of the universe, now could I? So if you’re totally into sweet girls that can kick your ass, selfless souls that just want to make others smile and protect others at all cost, or a beautiful blonde bombshell crafted by the hands of the gods themselves, then look no further! Tenshi, Warrior of Light and protector of the realms, is your gal! If you’re interested in writing with a FFXIV/FF OC then give this here post a LIKE or REBLOG and I’ll scoot on over to your blog and check you out! 

Mwah!

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Gonna be over on L/ightning. 

[ribcgae]

xxx

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T I F A

Jessie | @bombastiiic​

       She been spacing out more often, ever since she found a daze Cloud, on that rainy day by the train station and brought him home into AVALANCHE’s care. The least she could do was to look after him ever since being reunited with after 7 long years.

       That busy night she had took an unexpected off, leaving Jessie to handle bartending. While she was out doing some paperwork and getting Cloud a temporary apartment next to hers for his stay in Midgar which Marle, kind enough to grant her request.

      Somehow she wasn’t feeling her usual cheerful self tonight, the mission briefing on bombing sector 1 reactor did affect her disorganize mood. Jessie been trying to get her attention for the past moments had fall on deaf ears while she had troubling concern thoughts in her mind to even focus on her bartending.

      She did brought up the idea of Cloud performing his first job for AVALANCHE, given his expertise of Shinra training could come in handy and his fighting ability as a SOLDIER would prove worthy enough for the mission, and with Barret being stubbornly defiant refusing her idea. Maybe Barret was right, maybe she was being a little selfish asking a wounded SOLDIER. 

      She snapped out of her spacing out trance, with Jessie fingers snapping and leaning over the bar top with her face mere inches away checking up on her. “Oh? Jessie! n-nuh uh!” She quickly shook her head. “S-sorry just had lots of thoughts going through my mind tonight..” Her voice all soft and worrying like. “Biggs and Wedge treating Cloud’s wounds?” Her hands clenched softly against the towel by the bar top. 

          HUMANITY IS TROUBLING when we wish it wouldn’t be. At oft times, we wish only to find an outlet or a hobby to escape the harrowing days or the hard times that might fall upon us. && yet, despite everything done to prevent reality from gripping so tightly, there’s only so much that can be done to alter the course of its truth. So, a brow rises in light of the reaction received. She really was a million miles away in the confines of her own mind && that alone was enough to spark the ignition switch that was Jessie. What might’ve been a bubbly demeanor falters if only for the sake of the other’s mental health. Lips part to speak but second guessing would serve her well in piecing together an appropriate response in tandem. 

          “Your friend’s gonna be fine, okay? The boys can handle it.” She takes a breath, leaning back with hands perched upon the bar. The garnet in her gaze hardens if only for the sake of truly seeing the situation for what it is. A low sigh ensues. “We’re talking about you, though. Are you okay? Hope seeing him like that didn’t shake you up too bad; you’re the glue that holds us all together, mmkay?”

          But she feels that might weigh too heavy. “I’m not sayin’ you can’t have your day..! But, er--.. y’know.” She’s not the best at this; she can’t even pull herself to keep close contact with the family she had topside. Thus, she clears her throat && finds herself trotting around the bar to the other’s side. She nudges her shoulder against the other’s bicep, playfully so. Deflecting from the conversation && avoiding it if she could help it. “Say, how about a distraction or something? Something to get your mind off of everything and just sorta decompress. How about it?”

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T I F A

Admittedly, the sudden burst through the door startled Tifa, but by the time Jessie had slammed the countertop, a laugh escaped her. She could feel the pride beaming from her teammate. It was something that Jessie deserved to feel. Her brow perked when she began to speak; the bartender didn’t completely reject the idea, but she had to mention her concerns. “I’m not sure capitalizing on an event that could have hurt so many people.. Is a great idea.” 

But, before there could be any setback, Tifa tilted her head. She placed a finger in the air, her expression lighting like a bulb. Jessie was always a source of cheer and energy, and that was just one thing Tifa loved about her being on their team. “But,” she stated. “If it does well, we could bring in some extra money for the missions!” 

“I do like those names.” she murmured, digging beneath the bar to see the ingredients she inventoried. There wasn’t too much of a variety, but she passed some to Jessie, along with several glasses. The bar was closing soon, so why not experiment some? “I think a drink should name itself.” she expressed, a curl of her lips as her tongue licked them. “Let’s see what we can make and get a name from there!” 

          A LIGHT GASP cycles itself through her lungs && yet all the while she finds herself consumed in another wave of excitability. “Are you kidding me??” Between the approval of the names to the way that Tifa always had a way of making the most of a situation, there’s no room for negativity to even harbor itself in those eyes bathed in garnet hue. So at the proposition of making a drink via experimentation rather than Tifa piecing together the details on her own, she’s more than willing to participate. Especially in the manner that she takes it upon herself to vault over the bar via compression of her hands at bar top && the legs that swing over in fluidity. “Oh I’m so down for this!”

          It’s almost as though directly from the same moment she’s rummaging through the multitudinous array of liquor bottles beneath the bar meant for ease of access in catering to the patrons. && so, when her mind has finally raced over the different ingredients she could use, she finally comes to terms with those she’d choose. Blue curacao, tequila, pineapple juice, lime juice, and prosecco; a simple list of ingredients but a plan behind them. “I wonder..” It’s a nigh silent muse as she sets the bottles on the bar top before whirling around to the back counter. Cabinet after cabinet, she searches frantically. “I’m pretty sure Wedge stashed some of Marlene’s candy somewhere for a rainy day---even though I think she hates it.” 

          && finally, with a sharp aha! she’s snatching a pack of Pop Rocks from the cabinet with a mischievous grin directed toward the brawler. “Bubbly and fizzies? Did someone say party in your mouth?? Gimme the shaker!”

[wall-market-hand]

@bombastiiic has entered the Don’s mansion. 

“Hold it right there. No one goes up to meet the Don without a formal invitation.” Leslie stood blocking the door. Don’t people know that the Don being the ruler of Wall Market and the fact that they always seemed to wander into the obvious fancy estate that most could incur that the person was high in standing. Then again, the area outside had plenty of drunks that were always inebriated enough to barge in, though they turned sober….shortly before they are killed as most usually insist on getting through and at times got violent. 

“Even if you were invited, you’d regret getting it.” He would later added on. The girl presented herself too well to be a drunk, but she was by no means someone the Don had the slightest interest in. A bit too undeveloped for his taste, though the lackey wasn’t one of the top authorities in Corneo’s taste in women. He kept two other underlings with him at the door. Leslie wouldn’t hesitate to violence, but he preferred not to get his hands dirtier than required. 

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          AN EXASPERATED HUFF escapes her from its violent retreat of the lungs. There’s a hint of desperation in her eyes meshing with a lingering irritation all the while. To be in Wall Market without some scandalous business always seemed to be the worst time to visit, thus the tension that clings tightly to her shoulders in lieu. So when garnet gaze befalls that of golden hues. “Oh come on..! I haven’t heard from my roommate in days and this is the only other place she could be; you have to let me in!”

          Fists knot but Jessie’s no ignorant soul. Not with the muscle that yet resides at his flanks && the sincerity she feels practically shrieking from the confines of his person. Aggravation is nigh && her crown falls back in lieu of defeat. Hands rise to her hips, she paces to && fro hastily. The very idea that one of her roommates would’ve come to such a domain willfully was enough to question her character, but all the while even she can see the tempting appeal of it all. The lights, the lust---it’s an adult playground filled to the brim with no good. “Can you at least just answer a question? Like the kind where I ask if you’ve seen a girl with short hair? Dirty blonde, a little shorter than me?” 

[bombastiiic]

@cosmicfyres​ | for Reno

          EVERY NOW && THEN, a tinkerer has to restock her shelves so that the hobby, or in this case an unofficial occupation, can continue without a hitch. What’s more is that at oft times, the parts she needs can’t be found in Sector 7 anymore thanks to her insistent scavenging for the same reason. But it hardly matters; there are six other sectors that she could scrounge through all the while && it just so happens that she’s found herself digging through rubble && debris alike in Sector 5. The scavenging served as a way to distract herself from the worry that pecked throughout her mind of a certain merc’s welfare after losing contact with him only a day or so ago; or was it last night? The memory wanes && she groans out in some frustration both in displacing her worry && the lack of parts needed in this particular spot. 

          So she quickly bounds from atop the rubble she’d found herself in. She rounds the corner, catching the sight of grand church’s steeples before bumping into ShinRa troopers helping along what appeared to be a Turk injured in some form of scuffle (she assumed). The mind blares, an alarm sounding off throughout her entire body until she remembers that the cameras on the broadcast hadn’t caught her face, just the scampering of herself && team through a fence. Let it be then that she relaxes; confidence is key. && a bright smile to boot always seemed to play well into the act. 

          “Jeez, you okay there?” Like she cares. But a short whistle of observation to his condition ensues either way. “You look like you went toe-to-toe with some big baddy or somethin’.” 

[bombastiiic]

@reppin-avalanche​ | requested.

          “MAN, IF ONLY we could see the look on those assholes’ faces right about now!” Pride swells in the breast && bears its singsong in a laughter like a canary freed from its cage. Right hand knots into a fist that finds expressive collision into the palm of opposite hand. That pride is what heralds the jubilation sweeping across her form via delighted persona. “I bet they’re all shaking in their boots right about now. Serves ‘em right!” 

          But even she is reduced to a mental state of worry. The specifications of the bomb called for a much smaller reaction && yet it had nearly taken down the entire portion of Midgar on that specific plate. It causes the mind to try && wrap itself around the multitudinous array of possibilities && the various ways in which the bomb could’ve been wired, && yet each way would’ve caused catastrophic results before they’d ever even embarked on the mission. Bewilderment is a venomous kiss that causes her lips to purse, albeit only momentarily before jubilation returns in full. She bounces on the tips of her toes, nigh giddily consumed before throwing lithe hand into the air with palm outright---expectant of a high-five as she muses. “And that’s only the beginning of a whole lotta bad days in store for our pals over at ShinRa---right boss?!”

[bombastiiic]

@verdoyanta​ | X

          PHYSICAL SORENESS COULD never surpass the soreness that still yet lingers in her bones && the bitterness on her tongue. The mind is abuzz with the constant worry of who all survived && what had become of Sector 7 from the tyrannical efforts of the very organization she && her team had taken upon themselves to thwart. Never mind the ache in her shoulders or the scrapes littering her knuckles only just now starting to heal. Something in her pride had taken an even bigger hit than aught else. To think that anyone, even ShinRa, was capable of taking the lives of so many for their own political gain. To find the needle in the haystack, AVALANCHE, among the masses of people who were innocent && had done naught to be forced from their homes or worse, killed by hands who cared not of their survival. Who would paint it across the board in blood as an accident. 

          && even though she survived, she almost wished she’d died an honorable, warrior’s death in the name of those who lost their tomorrow. But even so, she can only dwell on it so much. Which is why she’d forced herself from dormancy, no matter the pain that wracks throughout her body. Humanity be damned, there was something she must do. Herself && comrade spared from damnation, there was one who’d been at the center of such. && when it would be that she rounds the corner of hallway, albeit slowly in lieu of her tender flesh, eyes of garnet befall the one responsible. She shouldn’t be up, but she is. Less chatty, but still the same old Jessie.

          “Hey, you---” she looked to be ready to depart, “---didn’t think you could leave without saying goodbye, huh?”

[bombastiiic]

@rynstry​ | X

          SUDDENLY A JAB finds the curve of his shoulder in the wake of a moment shared between team. Excitability && delight converge in her eyes in that moment && she’s unable to contain the bright, wondrous laughter that chimes past moderate tiers in lieu. “That might’ve been a smile, for once!” && so comes grand grin in lieu of faltering laughter simultaneous to the teetering of form so she could ease herself ahead of he who would no doubt turn askew. She’d never let him escape the moment so easily; she’d fluster him before she let him flee && retreat from the humanity that still yet lingers in his bones. So her hand curves around that mentioned shoulder to turn him ‘round to face her, meeting the turn halfway with her own strafe sideways. 

          “You know, you look a lot better when you smile.” She then feigns a frown && pout in tow. Her pitch of voice drops an octave, attempting to sound deeper comically. “That gloom and doom thing is for the birds--” her tone returns, “--you gotta loosen up every once in awhile, right?! Stick around us a little longer and you just might--” she gasps, another comical bout, “--make some friends just yet, Mr. Cloud Strife!”

[bombastiiic]

@premyehart​ | X

          “C’MON, TEEF---YOU know you don’t have to be such a worry wart!” Said with the confidence of a thousand && one armed forces. But she speaks on the foundation of experience && success that still yet clings to her ribs; victory’s sweet, savory presence lingers && she’d not let it go so soon. The publicity AVALANCHE received, the news coverage that spoke of the explosion of the reactor (albeit even slightly worrisome to herself), was enough to send the heart into a frenzy. One might even consider it an addictive source; to hear one’s work spoken of in lieu of its success. && in the wake of such thoughts, hands fall upon her hips simultaneous to the cheeky grin edging through expressionism. One could even see the pride from such steady in garnet gaze. “We’ve got each others’ backs like we always do! Besides, we all make it home every other time, right?”

          An approach is taken all so that her right hand might sweep inward && curve back ‘round if only so that her arm might link with the brawler’s. Her confidence is a heavy thing, ever present in her tonality && eyes alike. But her humanity has her mulling over certain calculations && measures taken to ensure the mentality in the coming mission. “So don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours. This mission? Oh, it’s already in the bag. You’ll just have to wait and see!”