❝𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝... 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣.❞

"𝑰 𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖." "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕... 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉!" (Independent Post-AC Cloud Strife RP blog.)

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"Ain't nobody got time for this mopin' around shit, boy! Get offa your spiky-haired ass and go on a mission with me. For ol' times sake," Barret bellowed at Cloud, clamping his hand against the shorter man's neck as he laughed.

     Shades of convivial light and obstinate reds were what the man wore on his face and body in abundance. In one point, he could be merrier than the lot of them, enlightened and hyped to a degree that infused them all with courage. It was always something that Cloud had admired himself. Over the course of two years since their grand journey ended, he had become jollier by the day, moving forward in life like a bull without gas. Yet another thing that Cloud admired–and was ultimately envious of, in return.

   ❝…A mission?❞ Muttered in a partially breathy response, what with the large hand smacked against the back of his neck having startled him seconds prior. An eyebrow was raised towards the taller man as the warrior turned in his seat, moving away the palm against his body. ❝Last time I checked, Shinra’s been destroyed. All of our missions were dedicated to saving the planet… and it seems fine these days.❞ More of a wish than simple fact, knowing full well that the brief time in which their world was safe was like waiting for the last leaf of fall–simply inevitable until it fell away.

     But the blonde managed a faint smirk to blossom, the right portion of his lips upturned as he folded his arms across his torso, looking up at his friend with an amused expression. ❝But I know I don’t got any say in the matter. So… what do you have?❞

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           Keep your head up. Keep your heart strong.

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[akahshi]

Happy Birthday, Alice ♥

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@fightfurther liked.

                   ❝ you seem… lighter. ❞ words spoken behind a TOWERING cowl held the same warmth as always. like being embraced by winter’s SHRILL SCREAM and turned over to the sun again for thawing. but vincent meant well, as always. he’d known the swordsman for years now, teetering on the edge of six with the destruction of deepground.  

                    he recalled the AWFUL SICKNESS that came from his falling into the planet’s core, and the way he’d stepped up to the plate to handle and deal with the truth of his past. something that vincent had only been able to do through the assistance and help of others. even then… he wasn’t really sure. memories were funny things in a not so funny way.  

                       ❝ … hm. guess you found what you were looking for. ❞

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     A voice deep with the weight of countless stories, of tales unforgotten and more like shrapnel than anything emotionally tender. At least, that’s what Cloud always believed. It was partly why he felt somewhat at ease around Vincent, feeling that they shared some semblance of alike traits. But he never endeared to assume so much of other people, nor build needless bridges where a bond didn’t need it.

      One didn’t need the near perfect hearing of a ‘SOLDIER’ to recognize the man’s voice, glowing blue eyes settled upon the figure cloaked in crimson and shadow. ❝Guess you could say that. ...Must mean I’m doing something right if you can see it.❞ He responded with an earnest tone, a tranquil hint to the way he spoke, already feeling more at ease than he did around most people. It was nothing personal against ordinary folk, really. ❝You in Kalm for a reason?❞

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   ❝...Never heard of you.❞

     There wasn’t anything particularly unkind about his response, but his direct ‘honesty’ was often seen as something resembling apathy or a flat out insult. It wasn’t in his responsibility, nor did he care, to know of the world’s highest characters, far too preoccupied with the constant turmoil of an ordinary life to notice royal figures like her. No mention of remorse was shown in the piercing blue of his eyes, or in the tone that followed with freshly blunt words. ❝Nothing personal... just busy most of the time. ...Before I even think bout’ the job--how do I know you’re being truthful?❞

     Being tricked was irritating all on its’ own, but being lied to and manipulated by some punk was simply bad for his health. Topping it off without actual pay would merely end the day with someone in Edge’s prison--and he wasn’t necessarily talking about the opposite party.

    ❝I need proof. If you’re lying, you can walk back the way you came.❞

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                His name was VINCENT VALENTINE,  and he was once a stone in the RIVER IN TIME.  Colours blurred into gray-kissed monotone and the voices dissolved into the dark.  He watched the world around him fade into oblivion,  and it was only out of the CHAOS that he was able to be  r e b o r n. He is silver and crimson with jagged fangs,  and through the threshold he CLAWS to the surface, immortalized through strife. 

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do you have any exclusives/mains? do you accept them?

[Out-of-Character]:

I do, in fact! 

Generally speaking, when it comes to exclusivity, I become exclusive to someone when I feel my muse has grown attached to their muse and if I feel me and the mun get along enough. For example, I am exclusive to my Tifa and will not be roleplaying with any other Tifas besides theirs. So then, she’s my ‘main’ Tifa. The same can be said for anyone. If I find my main Zack, Aerith, Barret, Vincent, etc etc–you get the point. If I feel that me and the muse have some substantial pull with the other muse and mun, as well as threads that will lead somewhere, then I’ll be exclusive to them. 

As for if I expect the same in return… not really? I mean it would be nice if it was, but I’m not going to bite any of my partners’ heads off if they choose to roleplay with other Clouds. Now if we’re shipping, I kind of think that’s another story–but yeah.

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[Out-of-Character]:

Look at the precious baby-blue-eyed man who can whack flying monster summons to the ground with his giant sword without breaking a sweat (◡‿◡✿) byootiful.

ANYWAY--this is another plotting call! For new and old followers alike uwu. I already have several threads prepared, some that need to be made in terms of starters, and the like--BUT I WANT MOAR ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ). ALWAYS MOAR.

SO give this a like if you want me to bust into your inbox uwu. Or, if you want to go ahead and bust into mine, you can do that too! Mutuals only please <3.

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u got da booty?

    Nothing was said, nor much of anything thought, towards the figure that had asked him something so bizarre. Instead, they were offered a sharply indifferent expression, before Cloud continued on his walk towards the bar.

                                                                  ⊷ ‘Weirdo.’ ⊶ 

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           fightfurther !

      ❛ A-Are you okay? 

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    ❝M’not dead... so I guess that counts for something.❞ Generally speaking, his grievances weren’t many, but the crimson split along one cheek and on his side weren’t anything to shrug off. Cloud grimaced as he stood, a gloved palm pressed to the substantial wound under black attire, all while a scrutinized gaze went underway to his surroundings. ❝...Right. ...Not home--again.❞

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nothing about this face is okay and nothing about it ever will be.

nothing about the way he looks like he’s about to break and is barely holding on will ever be okay. nothing about how he just woke up to find his best friend shot to hell and dying on the ground will ever be okay. nothing about how he grew to admire zack and truly saw what a ‘hero’ was meant to be when it came to strength, heart and honor--and that he couldn’t use any of what zack taught him to save his life wILL EVER BE OKAY.

N ONE OF IT.

N  O NE  OF  I T.

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                                   a world not far from her own, really. soldiers clad in cybergear—not unfamiliar to those of cocoon; PSICOM. except–they were still somewhat human underneath, with these ones she wasn’t even sure. how she arrived–in the glimmer of goddess-bound light, gifted into a new world to save in a more traditional sense. it was a sensation she’d endured before, the saintly warm touch of skin, despite brevity of connection, lightning knew who it was. her GODDESS. the one of valhalla—no. the touch was too kind, mild in comparison to a death-dealing woman.COSMOS was her name, divine in all aspects. the dreamless rest lightning was succumbed to was swift in depletion—–she was awakening.

                                  ❛ mnh—- ❜ god’s pawn surfaces from unconsciousness, had directly reaching for her nape, conducting a gentle rub for reassurance of life. she’s not anywhere else, she’s not dead. the soldier’s head POUNDS fiercely, stinging where their weaponry clashed with skull. she was made of steel, but even blows such as that left a lasting bruise. eyes lazily look around, body slow to shift into a more upright position. blond hair. a sight she knows, but cannot recall. they’d met so briefly, until they were taken prisoner by some cruel fate.

                                 ❛ w-who..? ❜ who are you? she wants to ask, but the dazed feeling is still sweeping over her. she can hardly finish her words, instead expecting him to do it for her.

    ❝Cloud.❞ A gentle retort in his regular tone, crisp and just above a murmur, was voiced before she could finish her question.The nameless foe or ally was given his name in decent haste, his expression calm, but his eyes presuming; looking for any hint of recognition from her reaction. Yet when none came, even in the stormy blue haze of the woman’s eyes, he knew that she did not know him--or recalled him, at least. Comforted eased his heart, but doubt wracked his brain in the same as the man averted his gaze back to the force-field in front of them. ❝No one’s come yet, as far as I know. Woke up a few minutes before you did.❞ It disturbed him on some level, being trapped behind another wall in a place that looked more like a containment facility for lab rats, rather than an actual prison.

     Though his hearing was far from being godly, they could at least pick up some fraction of noise from beyond the door or down the hallway in ordinary environments. Yet when he listened, nothing but an array of sensory beeps and mechanical mantra was heard. The frustration showed in the inwards pull of his eyebrows, dried lips turned downwards in more contemplation than irritation. His back felt eerily light, almost naked without the familiar weight of his blade. It elicited another look to the woman on the floor, turning to her with a nod gestured to her body. ❝They take your weapon too?❞

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“Words aren’t the only way to tell someone how you feel.”                                     Childhood Sweethearts - Requested by anonymous