The lovely Quistis Trepe, from the game Final Fantasy 8

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The lovely Quistis Trepe, from the game Final Fantasy 8
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Real quick PSA under the cut!
I’ve finally reached 180 followers, so let me just do a follow forever. This ranges from people I love to death to roleplay blogs I just watch from afar and never talk to.
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I know, some of you are going to be like ??? but tbh a lot of the people on this part of the list are just people I admire and look up to as rpers and just rly rly like a whole lot.
And also people I’m way too afraid to talk to.
Wow.
Seifer, giving Quistis the once-over. (via soberaswhateverissober)
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"Excuse me, ma’am?…" Without averting eager eyes from the blonde, her hand pointed to the golden, tall bird situated a few feet away from them, "Would you step aside so I could drive an arrow through its head?"
Quistis followed the stranger's gesture, her gaze meeting the huge nuisance of a bird – and no matter how badly she wanted to get rid of it, that was definitely not the way she had envisioned doing so.
Taking a deep breath, she turned back to the young woman, trying to keep things on a positive note. At least she asked before shooting. "Well, I'm afraid the chocobo over there has an owner – who happens to be me, unfortunately," the blonde explained. "I'm sorry about that. I really am."
Someday she would just kill Syrenne. She could see it coming.
Into The Blue | Quistis & Seifer
He stirred.
Eyes rolled behind his lids. The light from the window beamed against the darkness in eyes eyes so he saw only the red of flesh. He moved blurred vision to his right, recognizing the desk leg at knee level and concluding that he fell asleep sitting on the floor, his back against the bed. And when he tried to move, there was a small weight on his lap. He peeked beneath heavy lids, witnessing her hand curled comfortably within his and smiled softly still in mid slumber.
Seifer let his head roll against the mattress he leaned against, seeing what he expected to see. Her. Eyes closed, breath escaping her so peacefully. It seemed that for such a militant group such they, peace could only be achieved in unconsciousness. When did they fall asleep, he couldn’t remember. It must have been mid-conversation.
His let go of her hand, remembering last night’s conversation, now knowing that those hand could cast magic. He stopped himself from growing wary, Quistis couldn’t be connected to the sorceress, there was no confirmation that her abilities linked to that witch. That time was gone, and that witch was gone. (Even Rinoa was safe, wasn’t she? And Edea? He tried to rationalize.) He had seen the other side before, and no sorceress could be at peace.
But Quistis could be. He was going to make sure of it. He brushed hair from her face before he stood.
And looked at her one more time before he got ready for the morning, with a peaceful smile of his own.
It was the vague notion of movement around her – not noise, really; just barely an impression – that brought her closer to a state of alertness. By no means it could be said she was awake, however, mind still engaged in an inner debate over whether she could sleep a little longer or should instead get up and investigate a) why did her neck ache so badly; b) why she felt as if she hasn't slept at all, when usually four hours of sleep would be more than enough; and c) what was going on in her dorm.
Something akin to a sense of danger sent a new command through her body, and she tried to straighten her back and open her eyes, still too sensible to any light at all, taking in the surroundings.
It wasn't her dorm – and with the realization, it dawned on her everything else that had escaped her mind in that slumber.
With one hand half rubbing, half hiding her still puffy face, the other found support on the bed so as to drag herself up. Sitting more comfortably now, sight still shielded by heavy lids, she started the little routine of stretching and cracking joints. Neck first – the worst part, sore as it was; then shoulders, with arms raised high for a moment before tracing a wide arc down, hands clenching to the mattress as she proceeded to crack her back.
"Hey," she whispered, a lazy smile barely twisting the corner of her lips as she finally opened her eyes, as if only after that brief rite she would be officially awake. Seifer was pretty much ready for the day, just fixing his hair when her gaze met him, at last. In an unintended imitation of his gestures, she quickly ran her fingers through a mess of unruly locks, letting her hair fall loose before she could pull it up again. "Good morning."
It did feel like a good start.
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Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person.
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[Oh god where do I start? That sort of sass she has to her is just EVERYTHING IT GIVES ME LIFE. She just feels so real though, her reactions, her thoughts, her dealings with other characters. Brit Marling face claim too tho PLS <3]
/is completely broken after getting this sort of praise from mom, so posts Brit’s gorgeous hair flip instead of actually replying
Remaining quiet for a few moments he eventually accepts his fate that this being Quistis, it’s likely she’ll never let up. So slowly but surely he considers how to really answer this truthfully.
"I….have a girlfriend."
"Well, you better start working on your definitely-not-blushing face, or else she'll have you in the palm of her hand!"
So, that's it: everybody is moving on. Everybody is finding somebody else. It must be a good thing, right?
"... Now, are you going to tell me more about her, or will I have to keep on asking?"
"Then you put on a very convincing act as a nosy young woman."
"Why, thank you! You know, sometimes I do feel a little insecure about my portrayal... Now, hypothetically speaking – as in if I were a nosy young woman and you were indeed blushing –, what could have happened to get you all flustered?"
"—-I am not blushing."
"Oh, sure. Of course you're not. And I'm actually a moomba in disguise."
bourbonandmint replied to your post:{I like that you breathe real life into her. You manage to express both the frailty of her character and the strengths as well as some very Quistis-like sass, fleshing her out into full-fledged humanity. That's hard to do, given that she is treated almost as disposable in-game. Well done! (Aslo, do i owe you a thing or do you owe me a thing. I can't remember!)}
{THAT IS SOME AGGRESSIVE LOVE RIGHT THERE.}
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