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Yosuke has the best character introduction in all of fiction actually. He crashes his bike in front of you and then gets kicked in the balls, neither time do you help him, and then he crashes his bike AGAIN, ask immediately asks you if you want a ride. Girl... no I do not. then he gets so fucking stressed out that he says he's gonna piss himself. But he can't do it if you're watching
The creature
The Thieves including Akechi but ONLY by embarrassing him
why does he lowkey look at yu like that in the trailer ????
nothing but respect for MY pride flag
love arranged marriage unfortunately. the idea of being married to a knight who's not even in the city, but away on the front lines. it's a benefit for your family, so they dont even question sending you to his home to await his return...
you meet him three months into the arrangement. He arrives after the sun has already set, his features set strong in the candlelight. His body is heavy with exhaustion and tension, his eyes dull and tired.
you've grown to hate this place, this castle gifted to him for war victories. The halls are barren, the garden yet to bloom. The maids are pleasant, but they keep their distance, as if you'll strike. Maybe your husband is the kind to hit. You wouldn't know.
When he looks at you, it's only in short bursts, his eyes suddenly low. There's a long stretch of silence between you and you consider introducing yourself, but decide against it. He knows who you are.
"The maid is drawing me a bath," he says suddenly and a sick feeling pours over you. This day was always coming, but you aren't sure you're ready to lay under a stranger.
"Am I expected to join?" you ask and his nose crinkles.
"No." He steps back and away. His departure is brisk and driven. You retire for the night by yourself and awake alone. Your husband is set to leave again in a few hours; a few soldiers have already gathered in the front garden.
"Don't you wish to give your new wife a goodbye?" one asks, unaware of your open window. "One night and you've already had your fill? Or has she been filled too much?"
"I refuse to believe she is real!" says another. "What kind of woman has worn down our brute and turned him into a family man? Should we expect a gaggle of children in the upcoming year?"
Your husband growls. "You will leave the poor lamb alone. She suffers enough."
That softens you. Just a bit. You rise from you bed and go to the window, leaning out enough to catch the men's attention.
"Until next time."
He watches you, expression caught between more emotions that you can count, then turns his gaze back to his mount. The two men share a look, wide, wide grins on their faces.
"Until next time," he repeats back.
In his absence, he sends gifts. They are tiny things, sweets and oiled combs and scented oils and a porcelain figure of a cat, aimless in their direction towards you. Just simple niceties he could give to any woman in the world. You imagine he sends one to the lovers he has in every city as well.
(he must have lovers, you imagine. He hasn't touched you; he must be getting his fill with women in other cities, maybe women he actually loves. these are trinkets to keep his wife amused while she wastes away.)
none of the gifts come with a note.
one day a bolt of fabric arrives, yellow and ornate. It's only a small amount, not enough to make a dress, but enough for you to unravel and admire. It's beautiful and clearly expensive, golden threads woven into flowers and vines. Your father was a silk merchant; while you never wore the silks, you can recognize their quality.
the following week, the delicious man rides up on his steeds and presents a letter. The handwriting is rough. Knights that come from the lower class do not have the schooling of highborns; as fair as you know, your husband was born a street rat and worked his way theough the ranks to glory.
-I have been told by my secund that I did not send you enuf fabric for a gown. I do not no these things.
The spelling mistakes screw a smile out of you.
"Wait a moment." You stop the boy before he can leave. "I wish to send something back."
You take your time and use your finest calligraphy, tucking your note in with a handkerchief you had spent the week on. It's fine work-- one that would please even the hardest of hearts.
-Dearest husband,
Please take this handkerchief as a sign of my thoughts.
Your patient and thoughtful wife
A second letter arrives within the week.
-are you cros with me? A scrap of fabric for a scrap of fabric?
The response is what makes you cross. The poor messenger boy has to stay the night while you percolate over a response.
-Dearest, sweetest husband,
A handkerchief is a traditional gesture of affection. I have embroidered the edges by hand, with your last name and your roses, and it smells of my perfume. It is a piece of me for you to carry. If you do not appreciate my kindness or if you think it will turn away your lovers, you may return it. I do not wish it wasted on you.
Your less than patient and less than adoring wife
The poor boy scatters off in the morning and returns a few days later.
tortured wife,
I wil cherish it. I am sory, pour lam. I wil do better.
your loving husband
Strifehart Week 2026
~By Shara Looking forward to people's art and writing come August. Please remember to use the tag Strifehartweek2026
YOU CAN KARAOKE WITH YOSUKE IMMEDIATE GOTY
Remember that time int he Kingdom Hearts 2 manga where Tifa called Leon petty and it just broke his self-esteem? Good times haha. Poor Leon.
In honour of pride month…
🏳️🌈Strifeharts gay awakening headcanons🏳️🌈
Cloud:
Cloud already knows he was bisexual, and has known since he was thirteen. However it was not something he ever got comfortable advertising, nor did he explore his feelings further than privately. This is mainly because Clouds first crushes were Sephiroth (unobtainable) and Zack (very taken). Other reasons were both the military and Midgar societies attitudes all round. It wasn’t illegal to be gay, but it wasn’t a good thing to be either.
As Cloud became an adult he never really found the time or the desire to do any exploration. He dated Tifa, and he did love her, he’d loved Aerith too. His relationship with Aerith was never able to flourish and even when he found her again in Radient gardens, it felt like that kind of relationship had passed them by. With Tifa, they simply grew to be different people that still loved one and other, but they couldn’t be with each other.
All this to say, when his feelings for Squall start developing, he doesn’t act on them at all, because he never has. The feelings, though, grow into a painful ache over a long period of time that make it simultaneously hard to be around squall, and also physically impossible to stay away from him.
In true Cloud strife style, he runs away for weeks at a time, then comes back and soaks up Squalls attention through helping him out on construction sites and working late with him. On these nights they eat take out on Squalls office floor and chat quietly in a way they only seem to do with each other.
Every time, Cloud wants to lean over and kiss him. He never does though.
Squall:
Squall has no clue he’s bisexual. Like none whatsoever. That is of course until the revelation hits him at three clocking the morning when he can’t sleep and he can’t figure out why. It’s a revelation that leaves him in the tailspins of a panic attack because what the actual hell?!
As far as Squall ever knew, the only person he’s ever been in love with is Rinoa, and that is it. She was his whole world and he has never felt that way about anyone. He’s never even noticed guys before… okay that’s not true. Objectively he knew Irvine had been a very attractive guy, and he’d maybe had one or two dreams that left him confused and with a certain problem over his late adolescence, but he’d never thought about dating him.
And then there was Seifer. Again, Squall had never thought about dating him, but there had been moments in the past when they’d been nose to nose in an argument, where Squall had a flash of insanity that said he should kiss the other man. Those ideas had later grown legs, but they were intrusive thoughts! That was IT!
It was not in fact it, he now realised.
Squalls revolution that he might have been bisexual was all to do with Cloud fricking strife. And no, he couldn’t even blame it on the man’s androgynous features because that wasn’t what attracted Squall most. Cloud was physically stunning, no denying, but Squall liked a lot of Clouds more overtly masculine qualities.
Things like the broad set of his shoulders; the way he smelled distinctly of motor oil and men’s aftershave; the way he looked with his arms folded, fusion blade at his back, making his whole silhouette look intimidating even in the shadow it cast.
He thought Cloud looked beautiful in the skirts he sometimes wore, and the makeup he sometimes did; but there was a point the day before Squalls blinding flash moment, where Cloud had been in a simple black V neck and some scratty old work pants, where Squall had been physically arrested by the sight of him.
Maybe it was masculinity that attracted him? But then femininity also attracted him. He’d tried to logic himself out of his realisation by forcing himself to think about sex with another man, but that had only solidified his revelation further and made him need to take a very cold shower.
He liked men.
More specifically he liked Cloud Strife.
What a pain.
Once he realises, he feels like things should feel different; like maybe he should be different. Maybe it’s those old stereotypes from school banging around in his head, but he feels like he’s suddenly sneaking around pretending to be straight or something, and while he doesn’t seem outwardly different, he’s spiralling on the inside.
What truly gets to him, is the days Cloud is off world. He can’t help pining and being pissed off. Most people don’t really see the difference in his demeanour, but Aerith does… Rinoa would have too. He was quieter (if that was possible) when Cloud wasn’t there. He snapped more and slept more in the negative sense. He wasn’t depressed, but getting up was a chore when he knew Cloud wasn’t going to be around.
It makes those evenings sat on his office floor sacred. Everyone else thinks they’re working, and they are, but they spend more time having dinner and talking.
It’s on one of these nights that the insane little part of his brain that had told him to kiss Seifer rears its head again and tells him to lean over and kiss Cloud.
Except this time, he acts on the impulse.
He’s not an impulsive person by nature, but something about this feels important, like if he doesn’t do it he never will. And while words are most definitely better than just kissing someone, it surely gets the message across.
Together:
When Cloud hesitates Squall pulls back, thinking he’s made the other uncomfortable, but then the take out boxes are shoved aside and he’s on his back being kissed desperately by cloud.
“We probably can’t go too far on my office floor” is what he says when Cloud lets him breath and starts kissing a trail down his neck.
It gets Clouds attention enough to pull him back up.
“But you want to?”
“I do”
There is something in clouds eyes that dims them a little and he sits back looking deeply unsure of himself all of a sudden.
“I-“
Squall waits him out.
“I can’t do this if it’s just a one time thing or fooling around. I’m sorry.”
Squall shifts closer.
“It’s not,”
It’s said with surety that he Suprisingly feels in his bones, and the look it pulls from Cloud is worth every ounce of it.
He gets kissed again, and then again. At some point he feels himself chuckle in a way he hasn’t in years (fond, infatuated and slightly adoring) and he has to pull cloud up to stand so that they can go home and do some more kissing without worry of being interrupted.
The most canon shuake interaction recreated in tomodachi life i swear
Happy Pride Month to Sora and Riku specifically 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
Uhh have more cosplay Sorikus I’ve been neglecting to post for the last, checks watch, like two months, oops 😅
Anyway, more down below!
~Art by Rose It's Strifehart week 2026! Or it will be in August. Giving everyone a head start on the prompts.
Seven straight days of Cloud Strife and Squall Leonhart.
Don't forget to tag Strifehartweek2026
Sorry loves I completely forget I have tumblr
bringing this to tumblr
hm.
link to video comparing the two end scenes (where the comparison and comment segment are from)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85037831
Dimileth Spring Fever 2026 Day 3 Prompt: Pregnancy. This drawing takes place after the story, "Forbidden" written by Vannen for Rorah.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It is also the gift for both of these people.
In this drawing, Hopes Dimitri and Byleth, who are now formally husband and wife, are expecting their second child, whom they have conceived at the end of the story. Their son Egitte is very excited at the prospect of being big brother and meeting his younger sibling.
I love how miserable sora is in kh3
