"ʟᴇᴛ's ᴍᴏsᴇʏ."

[samijen]

week 4 of @sliceofclack 🛵🌵

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𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒔  𝒐𝒇  𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆  :  𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒔  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔  𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse.

TAGGED BY: @drownblessed binch u right i love me some d&d...

TAGGING: i haven’t rly been around so idk... ppl who wanna do it???? say i tagged u!

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽   »   toothy  grins,  stories  around  the  campfire,  clothes  covered  in  pet  hair, hot  temper, old  jeans, heartbeat  in  head,  potatoes  and  steak,  beaded  jewelry, bruises  like  galaxies,  mementos,  backpack  stuffed  full,  craigslist  furniture, spontaneous  road  trips,  air  ripped  from  lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳   » homemade  bread,  white  lies, easily  excited,  trying  on  hats, band  geek, pep  talks, no impulse  control,  sunsets,  vintage  fashion, long  showers,  selfies, following  dreams, rosy  cheeks,  song  mash-ups,  pink  lemonade  with  tequila,  loves  easily,  animated  storyteller, full  of  comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲   » list  of  wishes,  biting  their  tongue, band-aids  and  neosporin, shoulder  to  cry  on,  morning  sun,  necklaces, trial  and  error, homemade  quilts, formal  clothing,  astrology  fan,  messages  in  bottles,  pleated  braids, speaking  up  for  friends, feathers,  motivational  quotes, vivid  dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳   »   bird  watching, shy  kid,  wind  chimes, trying  to  whistle,  summer  camp,  apple  orchards, lost  in  their  head, glow-in-the-dark  stars  on  the  ceiling, hoodies, thrift  shopping, saving  worms  off  the  sidewalk, pig  latin, bare feet,  thunderstorms, numb  fingers,  braided  hair,  naming potted plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁   » goosebumps, leather  jackets, adventure,  chewing  nails,  cares  deeply  but  can’t  show  it,  bronze  locks, no  sleep, taste  of  iron,  netflix  binges,  never  forgets, combat  boots, stories  behind  scars, table  for  one, official  soundtracks, sore  calves, trusts  themselves  the  most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺   » always  trying  to  be  better, wanderlust,  meditation,  sweat  pants, old   photographs,  yoga,  sleeping  in  hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist  design, a breath  of fresh  air, baby  animals,  volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t  care  about  fashion,  healthy  snacks, noticing  the  little  things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽   » school  uniforms, thick  jackets, sleeping  with  the  windows open, logical  advice,  scrapbooking,  compasses, i  fight  for  my  friends,  sculpture  gardens, cold  morning  air,  big  soul, likes  routine, secret romantic , last  to  get  jokes, sunflowers, practical  presents, misty  weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁   »   herbal  tea,  smell  of  rain,  blinking  away  tears,  camping  trips, collecting  bones,  swiss  army  knives, first  impressions, anxious  thoughts, bobby  pins, burnt  marshmallows, too  competitive, clothes  lines,  messenger  bags, holding  grudges, gets  along  better  with  animals  than  people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴   »   flirtatious  sarcasm,  candid  photos, lost  phone chargers, adrenaline  rush, picking  dirt  out  from  beneath  their  nails, social  chameleon, clashing  clothes,  self-deprecating  jokes,  claw  machines, sits  in  chairs  wrong, smudged  eyeliner,  has  too  many  sunglasses, eats  nothing  or  everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁   » infectious  laugh,  family  trees, shivers  down  their  spine, lipstick  and  roses,  mood  swings, clumsy, believing  in  destiny, high  expectations, sleeping  in  darkness, collection  of  nail  polish, passionate,  good  grades  but  never  studies,  poetry  books, blowing  kisses,  not  knowing  their  own  strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺   »   knowing  everyone’s  secrets, backpack  covered  in  pins, envy, being  in  walmart  late  at  night, earl  grey, selective  memory, conspiracy  theories  and cryptids, key smashing, need  to  know  basis, can’t  cook, bags  under  eyes, experimental  art, flickering  bulbs,  black  clothing  all  year  long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳   » piles  of  textbooks, cat  in  lap, keeping  a  diary, indecision, scented  candles, studying  alone  in  a  café, lingering  touches,  museum  dates, unanswered  questions, taking  on  too  much  responsibility,  collections, chalk  dust,  comfy  robes, unnecessary  apologies, coming  home  after  a  long  day

[samijen]

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[brcver]

sorry i have been inactive, once again my health is being an ass. I do have a week off next week so I might be around depending on how I'm feeling. sorry I'm not more active!!! :c

[samijen]

3rd Class SOLDIER Cloud Strife!

[samijen]

there is no context 

i simply drew this because my brain is big

[ofmako]

The first thing he hears is the muffled clash of metal. it echoes around him, reverberates in his ears until its ringing, screaming. his eyes shoot open when the gunshots go off, almost relentless and deafening... he thinks he must be in danger, has to get away. But everything is blurred and hazy, and when he attempts to support himself on one arm it goes out from under him and he falls back against the dirt.

Cloud brings his legs up under him and kneels, lifting his body up and supporting himself - albeit wobbly. as his eyes finally focus, they widen - shock, horror, he's not sure what to feel in the moment. There's so many.... they sent an army after them. An army, for two men.... He doesn't even know what's going on, or how he got here, but Zack is out there taking an an army alone.

Cloud grits his teeth and shoves himself off the ground, but the momentum is too much and knocks him to the ground almost immediately. His body won't work for him and it's maddening. The world is still a little blurry, a little hazy, a little lopsided. But he has to, he can't let him fight alone.

He gets one foot under him, then another. He's standing, anchored by his stance. One step forward. Then another. Shaky but firm all at the same time. Each step is faster than the last, a little more sure. And then he's running, catapulting himself into the fray. No weapon to use, his fist slams into one of the infantrymen and knocks him out cold, Cloud toppling to the ground with him.

Good enough.

He goes around using his fists until he can pry a sword out of the hand of some poor bastard Zack had struck down, and starts going in after them.

@fairstclass

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@fairstclass asked:

❛ Ah, fuck. I can’t believe you’ve done this. ❜

     Cloud’s staring at the ground where the burrito he made Zack had hit the floor when he tripped over his own feet. It was magnificent, really, the way it had exploded. Just kinda... went off on impact, the way the sour cream had spattered across the cabinets on one side of the kitchen, guacamole up the chair legs on the other. A smattering of meat, rice, and everything else just a messy clump on the tile. 

     “It’s kind of amazing.” He responds, not even sure if Zack’s actually mad or kind of just as amazed as he is. Some of it’s on his socks, but he hasn’t really noticed that yet. He’s pretty sure he can see some kind of face in it. And the fall probably mixed it better than he ever could. He shrugs after a minute, knowing he wouldn’t be up for another attempt after he’s gotten it all cleaned up.

     “Wanna order pizza?”

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                                                                                           ❝   ʙʀɪɴɢ ɪᴛ, ʙɪᴛᴄʜ. ❞

                                 indie . priv Cloud Strife. Penned by Ren. Est. 02.25.18                                                                dossier . verses

[brcver]

come on Mr. McStrife, let's go get you a happy meal-- you look like you need one

Cloud: blocks Tida for two weeks

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welcome to mcstrife's can i take your order???

[brcver]

where the fuck am i

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@drownblessed asked:

❛ Can I get a waffle? Can I please get a waffle? ❜

     Cloud stares at him... really stares. Maybe he’s a little too inebriated. Maybe he’s just the right amount, he’s not sure. But Tida is a wild card. Was he too drunk? Was he that hungry? Or was this just something he should chalk up as Tida antics and call it a day? 

     He concludes that he’s much too drunk to properly answer all of these questions - nor really give a shit about whatever the answer is.

     “Yelling at the menu’s not gonna get you anywhere,” He stated, heavy lidded eyes giving Tida a look that screamed I might be drunk, but you’re an idiot. He sighed, looking back down at the menu and trying to decide what he wanted at this 3am drunken ihop run. Not waffles, he thinks, even if they looked kind of good... Tida's need for them was borderline concerning. Cloud decided he wanted some french toast, with the fruit and extra powdered sugar.

    When the waitress came he fucked up and ordered waffles, too.

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ofmako > brcver

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@ncdia asked:

❛ boy, you’re thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. ❜

    He’s probably been staring at her too long, trying to think of what the hell to say to that. At least he looks pissed, he’s got that going for him, and it’s not very far off from what he’s feeling. What the fuck does that even mean?

    Cloud’s in an oversized hoodie (Zack’s), so he’s not even sure what prompted the come-on. It’s not like he’s ever openly flaunted himself in front of any of them. This was Dia, though, and he’s sure he’s been warned a few times that she can be a little intense. Cloud’s not used to intense, but it seemed like a lot of his new friends were a little more wild than he’s ever been used to. Not that he’s not as wild, but his type of wild was less this and more... overtly violent, if he had to admit. Not that he started fights out of the blue, but.... well, let’s just say you never wanted to start one with him. 

     He takes a sip of his drink after a long moment, one eyebrow raised at her in a delayed reaction. “It’s a no from me,” Cloud says bluntly, expression deadpan as he locks eyes with her. Not interested, not gonna happen, the list goes on, but he isn’t the type to be excessive about it. He takes another sip of his drink, wondering idly if someone cajoled her into using the line on him or if she was actually interested. 

     The world may never know.

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@speedance asked:

❛ I coulda dropped mah croissant! ❜

     Cloud glances over at him with an expression of annoyance. The croissant, that’s what mattered. “You coulda been run over,” he bites back, releasing his hand from Roche’s shirt, which he used to pull him back onto the sidewalk. The light had turned green, and cars were speeding by them, now. This idiot’s impatience was going to get him killed... somehow he lived his life until now without any major incident... or did he? Maybe he’d never know.

     “Maybe you just enjoy walking into traffic,” he quipped, taking a sip of his coffee. The light turned red, and the WALK signal blared from the other side of the street. Cloud made it halfway before he realized Roche wasn’t following him. He turned, eyebrow raised as he took another sip. “Well? Are you coming or what?”

[brcver]

yufi

Worse? Up top? But isn’t that where all the Shin-Ra infantrymen were? That seemed… unlikely. For monsters, anyway. But the danger level? He’s probably right about that. Being beaten up by a mutant platypus or being electrocuted were pretty calm, perhaps even merciful, compared to any of the sick experiments or torture the infantrymen, or even worse the Turks, could inflict on someone. Especially those branded the enemies of Shin-Ra, allies of Wutai.

Allies? Heh. Pretty loose of a term to throw around, isn’t it? It’s all hullabaloo, all dilly dally. It’s not as if anyone here knows how interconnected they all are to each other, not yet. 

But they might soon. Yufi’s heard through the grapevine that there’s been some serious turnover at Shin-Ra lately, but hasn’t seen anything with her own eyes yet. Since these guys like to look danger in the eye, especially this guy, it’s likely she can leech garner information from him.

❝ What makes you say that? Worse, I mean… Did something happen back in HQ that would make the people up top on edge? I heard the guards were anxious, but everyone’s still pretty hush-hush… They said it’d be a while until we get the chief’s permission, so I guess I could try to figure it out before then, but… I think you hold some hints. ❞

     “Hints,” he huffs out a laugh, but he’s not smiling. “The shit they got up there? Scarier than anything you’re gonna see down here.” He recalls the behemoth buried half a mile under the slums and shrugs. “Mostly.”

At least they can’t really do anything worse to him that’s already been done... not that it’s any consolation, especially for anyone else... except maybe Vincent. Cloud thinks it better they don’t know everything they’re capable of, anyways. 

He knows it’s beyond whatever they imagine, He’s seen enough of it, lived enough of it. They were capable of dropping an entire section of the plate on the slums just for a chance at killing a few low rank AVALANCHE. An entire city of people. Taking innocent lives through experiments under the guise of SOLDIER. It’s not like there was anything they considered out of the question... Nobody’s life or livelihood mattered to them, in the end. 

“It’ll be fine, though.” he reassures, though as confident as he is, his flat tone’s never been very convincing.