Zell Dincht

Ind. Sel. Post-Canon Zell Dincht RP Blog Written by Syn (Mun/Muse: 21+) NSFW Friendly

[livelyfellow]

@ladylunafreyaoftenebrae​  ❝ you’re important. ❞

He a bit confused, “I-- I am?” Any guy can repair an engine -- it ain’t like it’s hard. “This is news to me, yeah?” 

[livelyfellow]

I slithered from out of the XIV fandom to post this. Thank you, goodnight.

[livelyfellow]

#JustZellThings

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[tampire]

Zell Dincht’s Armageddon Fist

[housetummelt]

@proxnotxaxfool @livelyfellow

Ida singing that to her babies!

[livelyfellow]

“What if I hurt you?”

“Tch--! Then you don’t even know who you’re messin’ with!” Dance-dance-dance, look how quick those feet move, Squall. You really think you can hurt a powerhouse like Zell freakin’ Dincht--?! Do ya? Do ya, really??

Ding!

Better watch out, Squall -- ‘cause Zell ain’t holdin’ back, either!

[griefandpunishment]

@livelyfellow​ asked:  “What’s in it for you?”

What was in it for him? Squall stopped, tip of his gunblade skimming the top of the tarmac as he turned.

“Nothing, I guess. [I think Rin is rubbing off on me.]

          If I can do something and it doesn’t affect the mission, why does it matter?”

[livelyfellow]

“--And what if it does?” Is he following? Trying to step in front of Squall? You bet he is. “You don’t know what’s gonna happen, Squall, you can’t just leave your post!”

[princenza-deactivated20211212]

@livelyfellow found this ages ago and it is still the most Zell thing I've seen, especially with his mother "you know what happens when you fight!"

Ma isn't trying to protect Zell. She is trying to protect you from him.

[livelyfellow]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand he’s dead. :|

Ma warned y’all.

[livelyfellow]

How adorable are you?

“Only 10%?! And-- HEY! I ain’t TINY!”

“S-seriously?! Nah, man. We ain’t doin’ this--”

“I hate everything. Absolutely everything, man.”

[phantomemes]

lines taken from various characters and events found in  punchline’s  game  ,  rule of rose  ( 2006 ) .  feel free to change pronouns   ( he , she , they , i , etc )   &  tenses as you feel necessary .

“ it wasn’t me  ,  honest ! ”

“ i’ll never let myself be tied up again ”

“ only you greeted me warmly ”

“ i’ll never break a promise again ”

“ what has happened can never be undone ”

“ you don’t deserve to be forgotten ”

“ i never want to lose you again ”

“ you’re filthy ! ”

“ she follows me everywhere  ;  it’s pathetic ”

“ you deserve to be gobbled up ”

“ get lost before i smack you ”

“ it was your fault that i got into trouble ! ”

“ let’s have a little talk ”

“ i’ll never get along with her ”

“ i know what you’re doing ”

“ she was writing you a love letter ”

“ have you found what you’re looking for ? ”

“ please lead us ”

“ i won’t lose to you ”

“ i didn’t want to do that  ,  i was just so scared ”

“ we’re still friends  ,  aren’t we ? ”

“ we make a great team ”

“ we have to pray from a distance ”

“ you don’t suspect me of stealing it  ,  do you ? ”

“ i’m fine  ,  really  ;  i’m not upset at all ”

“ it’s too late now ”

“ we need you  ,  we don’t know what to do ! ”

“ oh  ,  why can’t they all just go to hell ? ”

“ you will be duly punished ”

“ how very delightful life is ”

“ i don’t want to touch him ”

“ why does it have to be you ? ”

“ i’ll do anything for you ”

“ let’s run away together ”

“ this is your life  ,  but you’ll play by my rules ”

“ there are really only two kinds of people in the world  :  those who take orders  ,  and those who give them ”

“ no one wants to be alone ”

“ where are you going ? ”

“ please don’t leave me ”

“ who wants to be buried alive ? ”

“ today is the day of your funeral ”

[livelyfellow]

Out of Fury // Blog Reset

I’m so excited to be back and active on the dash, but I’ve been giving it some thought and I’ve decided that a reset on all my blogs is the best thing that I can do at this current point in time.

I always try to avoid doing this as little as possible because I know that I’m guilty of hoarding and taking ages to respond (for various reasons that don’t belong on a public platform), but I feel fresh reset is the best chance I have at getting back on the dash much quicker than ressurecting threads from months back.

So as it stands right now, I have cleared out my inbox and drafts both on here and on @misplacedheroics.

Now that’s all said, I will be reblogging some ask memes over the next few days so if you’ve wanted to plot, start something up or what-have-you, let’s get something going!

[needsmorewlw]

why arent y'all capable of just liking villains because theyre neat? why you gotta try and white-knight them and claim bad writing when they do something villainous or them being "misunderstood".

some characters are just sexy and evil and thats ok

[livelyfellow]

housetummelt‌:

The way Zell talked about these people – those he called Ma and Pa – had the bitter taste of bile bubbling up in Baldur’s throat. There was a deep seething hatred in him for these people. They had taken his boy away. And they were acting as if they were his boy’s parents. This man, who wasn’t even around. Who made the little one work like a slave. And burdened him with some fucked up talk of ‘being the man in the house’.

Watching Zell’s every movement out of the corner of his eyes, Baldur let the pale strands of his own hair hang over his face as he brushed at the dirt. So the boy wouldn’t see that darkness on the man’s face.

He couldn’t afford to scare him away like this.

He needed to collect all the info. The man a fisherman. The woman working at a clinic. A healer? Nurse? Some technician? Who knew. But he at least had some pointers now. And there couldn’t be too many ‘Dinchts’ around.

How his son asked about his family… Baldur just wanted to grab him and hug him. But he couldn’t. Not yet…

But maybe… if he talked about them, there would be something coming back to Zell’s memories? After all he had already been a toddler when they had taken him away. Four years old. Maybe that was the key.

“Yes…”

Baldur nodded, turning towards the boy to see his every reaction.

“I have a smart and beautiful wife. She has long, blonde hair, often in waves over her shoulders and bright blue eyes, just like yours. She likes to sing lullabies to our sons… I have a bigger son and a smaller one. Both with blond hair, too. Reno and Loqi.  They love to play in our garden, with a swing and a tree they usually climb to steal apples from.”

That you loved to climb… just to leap into my arms, all giggling and laughing…

Blomst. 

The steady, rhythmic sound of the scrub brush halts-- Blomst. It just popped into his head the instant Nemo had begun to describe his family. He had heard that word somewhere before. Had it been he who said it? 

It’s strange what he can imagine. Ma always told everyone what a big imagination he’s always had. That he gets it from his aunt. Baldur describes his wife. The long, blonde hair. But Zell doesn’t see waves. He sees curls around his fingers. It’s soft. Smells of flowers. No, there’s a flower. It’s big. Her dress, white lace. 

A cold chill runs through the boy’s small frame. So much that he visibly trembles, the brush falling out of his hand. These stories Nemo tells. Zell can see them plain as day. Even the boys -- one was just a little baby.

The finite hairs on the back of his neck are rising until he reaches up to rub at them. He could almost see himself in that tree... 

But of course, Ma had always told him differently. ‘They’re just dreams, sweet pea. Your grandmother was inventive like that, too..’

Strange that he never wondered why she was so quick to correct him. 

“I always wanted brothers. I’d even take a bratty baby sister if I could!” He’s so quick to resume his brushing, cleaning with a smile on his face. “Ma had a son before me but he was grown up when I was born. I’m not s’posed to know but he joined the army but he never came back. She wouldn’t tell me but m'Grandfather told me once that he was killed in the war. He got a purple heart ‘meddle’ and everything.” 

Back to scrubbing. 

“Don’t know why they give so many meddles to people who die...” He’s speaking to himself, “They didn’t give a meddle to my grandfather when he died and he was a war hero. The greatest one that ever existed! I wanna be like him when I grow up."

[livelyfellow]

tacticalgunner replied to your post: @tacticalgunner​ //  he tosses confetti all over...

I CAN’T BELIEVE IM LAUGHING AT 4AM INT HE DARK B Y MY SELF

I’m glad that my super professional high-quality glittery icon could help illuminate your evening. 😎👉👉

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 🌼 Raine 🌼 || ☀️ Selphie ☀️ || 🎵 Julia 🎵

Written by Karen; follows from sunny-explosions

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@ladylunafreyaoftenebrae​ // "Happy birthday, Zell darling." What's a birthday without cake? She's made him one, a simple chocolate-on-white affair with his name on it in blue icing.

Simple or not, this is just lovely. Zell just stands there a moment with the cake in his hands, admiring the handiwork of the lettering. He could never get how people can write with icing. Never had the patience for it, at all. 

“You baked it yourself?” And with a smile growing wider, “This is really nice, Lun.”