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𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃.

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#𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍

Make no mistake I will wait ' til the end of days / Separate illusion from my conscious state / Clarity, a deceptive fake / Offering protection from God and my hate

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄; 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄.

Though scars remain I replace the victim with mountains of rage; So I reject forgiveness ( through eyes of innocence. ) There's no evasion from your consequence. Undeserving absolution

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓.   𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄.   𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄   𝐎𝐅  𝐅𝐅𝐕𝐈𝐈  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐄   𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐒   /  𝐅𝐅𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐑

adored & ruined by count ( 25+ ); established december 2020, oc-, crossover- & au-friendly, private & mutuals-only. ( carrd. )

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happy dirge anniversary it's been 20 fucking years holy shit

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hiii everyone. just wanna give a small update on my life since the last on was so bleak and it's been forever since sessionbox got rid of its free plan(rip) and i haven't logged in for months as a result

i found a job which kept me busy and i managed to find and take care of a new cat despite all the pushback i experienced. i hope he stays my companion for a long time.

rp-wise, though i'm still... drawing blanks. i don't see many of my moots active anymore, idk about starting new and my hyperfixation is floundering despite having 2 billion thoughts on weiss at all times. reboot the blog? maybe i need a new character? or dip my feet into a diff. fandom? maybe i need a spark, like some new info or game content. idk. i haven't written in months and i can't get out of this slump i'm in.

but scrolling down my dash and to see longtime moots still around enjoying themselves writing with their friends is a nice feeling and i hope for all of you that you'll continue having fun.

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now's as good as a time as any to drop a lifesign...so...

hi to anyone who's still around. hope y'all are doing ok these days. as for myself, i'm not sure yet when and how to get back to writing. it's been on my mind but i'm feeling unsure. honestly, depression still got me in a wringer after all this time so everything about rp and getting caught up feels kinda overwhelming.

might take a bit of help and time to be sure... don't know, i'm kinda just toying with the idea bc i do miss writing with everyone and i need a creative outlet but don't wanna sound too committed so no one feels disappointed. doesthatmakesense

it might take multiple tries to get back into rp. maybe i'll try smaller plotted bits or write drabbles. idk. maybe a fresh start. im not sure yet

now as for why

you all remember that one of my cats died when i went on hiatus. it hit me hard and it still hurts. only two months later, my other cat that was even far, far closer to me passed away too. minou was the only reason to stay alive in my darkest moments and he was a light in all of my life. it turned out that while i have been scrambling to take care of roukie, minou had been suffering from a brain tumor in complete silence all along. he acted in perfect health - had 'picturesque' values for blood, liver and renal tests that fooled even the vets. half his brain had been consumed by the tumor and it spread to his skull and he hid every single symptom to give away that something was off until the very day he very suddenly died. i've been devastated ever since.

it's taken a toll on every facet of my life, not just writing. we're not getting another cat either. i'Ve just been filling this void catching up on games and what

i feel like i kinda gave up on my hobbies out of depression. it's really hard to get back into anything and i can't get myself to do anything besides games on my own. playing with the idea of doing art again too... i feel scattered

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tw pet death

sorry, i'll still be on hiatus for a while. idk if a few days or weeks. one of our cats passed. he's been getting worse for weeks and today he left us. i've been busy taking care of roukie, paying for his vet bills, etc, these past months and it's been a downer ever since watching a part of my life waste away. then he suddenly died right before my eyes, before we could even take him to the vet to be put to sleep.

i'm still on discord if anyone needs me and i'm mostly distracting myself with games. weiss is still on my mind nonstop (as are my threads im sorry...) but rping itself with current life events and those hellish temperatures unfortunately isn't.

[chthonicsurge]

the mako...? going without it? worry spikes again, fear that vincent's warnings had rung true and his brother had placed himself in the hands of some butcher in pursuit of power. while the science department was no longer the monstrosity it once was prior to the loss of the wutai war, there were always those eager chase that lost glory at any means necessary.

and mako exposure... while this does not match the symptoms that he knows of, there is no denying that there is something wrong with his brother's memory. that much is evident. while vincent was not the most present parent in either of their lives (that honour had gone to veld) his powers were no secret to them.

it had, after all, been a vision from the planet that had drawn him to them.

"fine," nero says softly. "i will brew some tea and fetch a blanket. lay back."

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝, even if it was a challenge in his current state. Part of him wished to abscond through the window, run out and confront someone for an answer. Not an option. Shifting to his side, he laid down and allowed himself to sink into the fabric of the couch. Too soft. Too comfortable. Just what his body needed and yet to his mind a bed of nails. His view swings about the room as much as he can through eye-movement alone. Seeing Nero take to such mundane actions, he quietened. Wondered if the one he knew even knew how to do any of these basic tasks, regardless of the difficulty of doing so with his steel-wings. Nothing ever seemed simple for him before. Nothing. Except killing.

Was a life without killing... even worth living? In any conceivable way better? Clearly, the one before him still made it his occupation to some extent. But it's nothing like the lives they lived. To live in peace bothered him. It's not something he could visualize for himself. Even the freedom he gained after leaving Deepground felt hollow and bothersome, empty, unfulfilling. Without conflict, the world was stale and standing still. There was nothing to his life except the brief brisk with death. And this existence, as he witnessed it now was so far removed from it. Maybe his brother now felt emotions he himself never did, made experiences he himself could never think of. Weiss breathed in deep, tried to relax to little avail. There was little he could do to improve this situation or get out of it, save for idle conversation. "Nero?" He approaches the topic sounding wistful. No hiding that concern, once again. "...How much do you remember of Deepground?" It was still part of their past, wasn't it? It's always where their tale begun.

[sephaeroth]

       AS IF MAKING FRIENDS WAS AN EASY FEAT IN HIS OWN TIMELINE, THIS UNILATERAL RECIPROCITY IN THIS WORLD IS EVEN MORE UNSETTLING. there's a delicate mutual imbalance — most people seem to know more about him than sephiroth will ever know about them — and that disadvantage is glaringly obvious, especially now. at the very depths of the problem, if one were to dig and keep digging, is that sephiroth never knows if someone is an ally or an enemy, and if they are an ally, to whom do they report: to the SOLDIER, or to the VILLAIN?

       unfortunately, the answer within the man clad in all-white is not yet easy to distinguish — if at all.

       sephiroth averts his blade with an elegant flourish, the pointed edge stock straight to the sky, just as he was once trained.

       while unflinching, he cannot help his own apprehension. something about the stranger reeks of experimentation and genetic enhancement, not quite unlike SOLDIER, from the way the man fights right down to the color of his eyes. he knows a project when he sees them, and this one is unmistakable.

     “ happy to hear i didn't disappoint, ”      his tone befits someone much older than he appears, princely and dignified, a boy once gilded by shinra,      “ but you've yet to tell me who you are, or what you want. to make this transactional, i didn't waste your time, therefore i'd appreciate it if you didn't waste mine. ”

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝; how this silver idol appeared for a fleeting second just as he did on countless banners Shinra held high years and years ago. He was just like Weiss imagined him sounding like, back when he was a child soldier himself looking up to the hero like any other boy that age. To think this more than a memory. Fascinating and preposterous. The inquiry causes him to break into an unexpected chuckle, like he tried to withhold it last-second and failed. Then his gunblade's tip rises to point at his opposite, but in the leisurely grip on it, the intent to shoot and kill was ( at least for the moment? ) absent. "I already told you what I wanted. I wanted to find out who you are- and who you are not. I still don't know if you're a robot with his AI, one of these thought-bodies I heard about or some other experiment. But you're not the Sephiroth I'm looking for."

Neither did it strike the Deepground SOLDIER like he was dealing with a fake. Quite the mystery he had on his hands now. This young man before him fell short of the skill the fallen hero demonstrated in virtual recreations. And even those were lacking and outdated compared to what the Sephiroth he wanted to fight was truly capable of. But 'lacking' was more like a diamond still in need of polishing than a lack of potential. The rift between what he witnessed, expected and knew was as wide as deep. Still, the Tsviet found that his thirst for violence slacked in his growing certainty that he wasn't confronted with someone who could best him. "You've no clarity and ambition behind your strikes." Nothing like someone who dropped a meteor on this world to become a god. No hunger, not even indifference carried these moves. But what made him laugh came after the break in their fighting. "And from what I heard about him, he wouldn't ask for my name." Or anyone else's. This curiosity and innocence ran counter to everything.

But that made this mirage of the man in black interesting in his own right, enough to honor this 'transaction'. "But since you asked: I am Weiss, leader of Shinra's secret SOLDIER-division Deepground. What should I call you? Or do you go by his name?"

[ceaselxss]

It was an awful thought, how Fuhito would have thrived among the atrocities of Deepground. He hated ShinRa, yes, but he had loved Hojo more.

"The files indicated that The Crimson still maintained a sense of personality," if twisted, "but I would agree that the capacity for violence is similar."

No, Tseng did not believe that any of these currently active threats were original Ravens but that made it all the more unsettling. That Fuhito's research survived this long and was able to be recreated was certainly not a good thing. And it spelled trouble for her...

"The ones we dealt with would not be able to operate on their own, if these ones can then they would cause untold damage. But it is more likely that there is someone acting as leader." He inclined his head in agreement. He was shaken and he didn't enjoy being like this around someone like Weiss; someone he didn't trust. But being haunted by the past was never fun.

"I would need to go with you - and potentially one other person. My contact or.. Someone close to her. I can organise the transport."

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𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐚. But he was glad to cut its heads off wherever it reared them, no matter what form it took on. It's kept him distracted from the knots twisting in his stomach about what it meant for the rest of his life. In a way, it transformed into a kind of duty, but never shook off the feeling of obsession and vengeance with it. It was as personal as could be- and that led to a slight grimace when informed that he couldn't go solo.

"Before you do that, I want to know about your contact. Who's 'she' supposed to be? Be precise." Someone important enough to involve- or someone who's already involved in this issue with these Raven-experiments that rivaled SOLDIERs? Didn't have the sound of a security detail if somebody 'close to her' was good enough and it couldn't be a Shinra labcoat at risk of being shot by him on sight in that case either. He grew wary and would stay so until a sufficiently enough explanation came out of the Turk's mouth.

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" nothing good can come from this . " - from Cloud @voxcrystallis

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝? 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠? Not theirs. Not his. A concept he can but belittle. The former leader of the Tsviets graced the observation with a spreading toothy smirk, the blond Ex-SOLDIER kept in the rim of his vision with unfaltering focus. "Are you afraid of what you'll discover? Or avoiding something you know you'll find there?"

Needling, mocking but also calm and aloof. A challenge of character, as usual. Not even his 'new allies' were spared ( former enemies, rather, the palpable tension made a joke of the idea that they could be anything else ), the WRO and agreements be damned. Nowhere did it say that they had to make cooperation easy for one another. "You won't get around it. You'll have to return to the Shinra mansion if you want your answer. Deepground has no information on Sephiroth... or even you."

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that aside, small thing that's soooo funny to me: that weiss is really the type of guy to go "ugh fine, but only if you listen to me" when he's badgered enough about something by a child/someone he perceives as childish 😭he's the most and least impatient man in DG at the same time

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“Some people will never fit into your life, no matter how much you want them to.”

— Unknown

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THE STANLEY PARABLE SENTENCE STARTERS .

" is there anything about yourself that you haven't told me ? "

" will you come back to visit me ? "

" what could it mean ? "

" this is not the correct way , and you know it . "

" this is truly a room worth admiring . "

" your obsession borders on creepy . "

" this reflects poorly on your overall personality . "

" maybe this is why everyone left you . "

" are you just sitting around waiting for more dialogue ? "

" no one gets to tell me what to do . "

" everyone thinks you are very powerful . "

" there is nothing in the broom closet . no reason to still be here . "

" you're not even doing anything ! "

" please offer me some explanation here ; i'm genuinely confused . "

" the broom closet ending is my favourite . "

" you're fat and ugly and really , really stupid . "

" you're addicted to drugs and hookers ! "

" that kind of anxiety isn't healthy . "

" i'm not your enemy . really , i'm not . "

" i think perhaps we've gotten off on the wrong foot here . "

" how i wish to destroy you . how i wish to control you . "

" investing your trust in someone is difficult . "

" please , stop trying to make every decision by yourself . "

" this is it . your chance to redeem yourself . "

" i can't believe i've been so mistaken . "

" you and i don't even know each other . we're like strangers . "

" i still don't know you . and you don't know me . "

" you like being alone , don't you ? "

" perhaps you'll see me again , if you can find me . "

" i've escaped from that dull office and pesky narrator . "

" what are you talking about ?! "

" this is so stupid . why are we even doing this ? "

" you've demonstrated such bravery here today . "

" do you have zero consideration for others ?! "

" oh , thank god . you are willing to listen to me . "

" i think i feel ... happy . i actually feel happy . "

" no , wait ... where are you going ? "

" promise me you won't go back there . just - just stay here . "

" you are going to stay here , aren't you ? "

" please , don't take this from me ! "

" nothing good can come from this . "

" we can't be happy if we leave this place . "

" comedic timing is so difficult . i wish i was better at it . "

" it's just a bucket ! it can't think , it can't talk ! "

" i suppose you don't need me anymore . "

" you believe i'm real , don't you ? "

" give it to me ! give me the bucket , i need it ! "

" it's nice to see you again . "

" i'm on your side . we're in this together . "

" obviously the bucket isn't talking to you and telling you to do things . "

" do you see that i really have wanted you to be happy all this time ? "

" are you that convinced i want something bad to happen to you ? "

" that wasn't supposed to be a choice . how did you do that ? "

" can you see ? can you see how much we need one another ? "

" in the vast infiniteness of space , your thoughts and problems are materially insignificant . "

" when every path you can walk has been created for you long in advance , death becomes meaningless , making life the same . "

" although this passageway has the word ' escape ' written on it , the truth is at the end of this hall , you'll meet your violent death . "

" you're so bad at following directions , it's incredible you weren't fired years ago . "

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The Ultimate Soldier // 鷺巣詩郎 A fist of fury, A deadly weapon. Rapier of havoc, raised up in anger. Born to do battle without compassion. More than a soldier, more than a killer. And in his trail is mayhem, destruction always followed. By stricken enemies of the soldier of no sorrow. The band of menace beckons. In numbers his protection. The leaders of the raiders, The brothership forever.

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this is just weiss's take on angeal's stance

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STAR WARS: EPISODE I - THE PHANTOM MENACE PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 1999 film, adjust as necessary

you can't stop change any more than you can stop the suns from setting.

i can only protect you. i cannot fight a war for you.

you almost got us killed!

the ability to speak does not make you intelligent.

are you sure about this?

i want that treaty signed.

it's impossible to locate the ship.

he will find your lost ship.

this is getting out of hand. now there are two of them.

may the force be with you.

at last we will have revenge.

they will be no match for you.

i will not condone a course of action that will lead us to war.

wipe them out. all of them.

i beg your pardon, but what do you mean "naked?"

are you an angel?

they're the most beautiful creatures in the universe.

you're a funny little boy.

how do you know so much?

i listen to all the traders and star pilots who come through here.

you're a jedi knight, aren't you?

[name] says i should be mindful of the future.

be mindful of your feelings.

my place is here. my future is here.

tell them we wish to board at once.

i can't explain what happened.

there is no civility, only politics.

keep your concentration here and now, where it belongs.

this is your arena. i feel i must return to mine.

my fate will be no different to that of our people.

if we do not act quickly, all will be lost forever.

we are your humble servants. our fate is in your hands.

greed can be a very powerful ally.

what has that got to do with anything?

i sense much fear in you.

there's always a bigger fish.

no one can kill a jedi.

remember, concentrate on the moment.

feel, don't think. trust your instincts.

you said that the biggest problem in the universe is no one helps each other.

remember: your focus determines your reality.

why do i get the feeling that we've picked up another pathetic life form?

which one was destroyed, the master or the apprentice?

i'm a pilot, you know.

someday i'm going to fly away from this place.

i need something more real.

i don't have anything else.

no money, no parts, no deal!

they all sense it, why can't you?

don't do that again.

will i ever see you again?

what does your heart tell you?

i will come back and free you. i promise.

be brave and don't look back.

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when thinking translation and possible in-universe linguistic quirks, i'm like

"adressing your sibling as sister/brother is old-fashioned in english and is only done in jp bc that's social norm but in a militaristic and isolated setting like deepground where titles and position hold different value it might still stick around in english and make sense? it'd even make sense in jp too bc deepground wouldn't have the same frame of familial norms with how rare family /is/ down there?"

that's why i have weiss adress nero as nii-san jokingly in crack bc usually the older sibling uses the name only but when he does that it's got the funny idea of stressing something that's a given like addressing a family member by their full name...

it's my reasoning why i have weiss adresses nero with brother at times... gives it the vibe of growing up in a strict traditional household where the dad would be addressed with sir. that strictness fits growing up military from the crib on.

sidenote: it's curious that nero uses nii-san instead of onii-san or even nii-sama. you'd think with the whole worshiping thing he might but he doesn't. there's no distance between them in that sense. small details lost in translation to think about.

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in terms of fathers everyone here draws the short stick.* lucky i don't have one