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Mukki: You're less then half my age. I'm so jealous. So how 'bout it...? Do you wanna join my "Young bubby's" group?
Cloud Strife: ...Seven... Six... Not to be rude or anything, but could you go do someone else?
Mukki: Well, if that's how you feel... too bad. We have a trip planned at a cabin out in the country.
Cloud Strife: Five... Four... Three... Two... One... Alright, that's ten. I'm gettin' out.
-pats the Spikey Boi- I understand that when you couldn't do anything on your own. I've gone through a similar experience, but I was in a coma... Please don't shut yourself away from the world like I have...
“.............”
He doesn’t know what to say - namely because who the hell is this person who knows about his past that he barely remembers, and even that’s in broken fragments? He frowns deeply, swatting at the hand that’s touching him.
“It’s in the past where it belongs.”
things i think about;
Cloud could not move or talk or do ANYTHING at all for himself in the nine months that Zack was taking him on the run.
That means it was Zack who fed him and gave him water.
Zack who bathed him.
Zack who changed his soiled clothes.
Zack who had to make sure his clothes were clean.
Zack who carried him everywhere.
Who was also severely weakened by Hojo’s experiments and had to fight and kill everyday on his own.
Everyday he did this, for nine months.
If Cloud hadn’t come to when he did .. he would have starved to death or died of heat exposure.
aloofleader:
A park ? Honestly, if it wasn’t night he’d think it very strange for a guy to be hanging around a park alone. Cloud could certainly be rather odd at times, but not to a worrying degree. Oh, perhaps he’d taken those two kids there, Marlene and Denzel ? Well, that certainly made a lot more sense than some suspicious instinct. Though why he thought Squall might like it fell short of understanding. What else was there to do ? Reno wouldn’t likely let up being an asshole until he died. And even then in the lifestream.
“ Uhh…..yeah, okay, sure….sounds interesting. “ It didn’t really. But still the youth grabs his black boots and puts them on before grabbing the familiar fur trimmed coat along with a scarf. Midgar was a lot colder than Costa del Sol would ever be, one of the few things he missed about home was its warmth. Steely gaze turns to blonde companion with brief wonderment as to what Nibelheim might be like in terms of climate. Did Cloud ever visit there at all ? It didn’t seem likely given all that Tifa had told him about the village and both their history with it. Snapping back into focus, Squall nods his head signalling he was ready. “ Ready to go ? “
“.......” Squall either didn’t hide the dull tone in his voice at the suggestion, or he was transparent that the idea sounded boring. Cloud instantly regretted bringing it up. Seems social situations were still not his strong point, and he doubts they are ever going to be. But whatever. Squall is humoring him, and at the very least, it’s getting Cloud away from... that.
He hadn’t removed anything for comfort since arriving here - shoes, coat, anything, so Cloud is up and standing when Squall is ready. It might be somewhat somber and maybe even weird that the park reminded him of the one in the lower sector’s. You couldn’t see stars from it because of the plates holding the city up, but he remembers sitting with someone important there once. Tifa is pushing Cloud to be more social. As always. There should be something to talk about.
It isn’t far away, though Cloud finds when he gets there and finds a content spot on top of the slide... he’s still scratching for a subject of interest. His eyes are focused on the stars, though his brain isn’t letting him enjoy it.
“So.” Start simple. “How did you meet Tifa and Barret?”
day one and i’m already tempted to make Cloud his own blog.
Cloud's mother once told him to get an older girlfriend to take care of him. Aerith Gainsborough, one of the two women vying for Cloud's affection, is one year older than Cloud. The other woman, Tifa Lockhart is one year younger than Cloud. However, Cloud states he's not interested.
mom i’m not interested i’m into squall booty and zack goodies
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Send me a ship and I will tell you: (Sleeping!)
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Who is a night owl: i think both of them are tbh. squall prefers the night to day. but i think cloud probably suffers from insomnia sometimes due to his past, and squall will stay up with him a lot of nights, and they just spend it talking about anything, the past, present, future, their childhoods
Who is a morning person: squall rises pretty early on and will let cloud sleep in a little longer whilst he makes or gets some breakfast. but some mornings, squall will just stay in bed with him, maybe get under his arm for a cuddle session.
Are they cuddlers: once they become completely comfortable with one another and being together, yes. until then touching is sketchy and neither are quite sure what they want or even if the other wants it. they’re tits basically.
Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: it changes. they’re basically the same height and build so neither one is really larger than the other. i think it more depends on who gets there first or on how they’re feeling at the time.
What is their favourite sleeping position: mmm, squall is a big stomach sleeper. so that doesn’t always give cloud much access to touching lmao. but if anything i think spooning probably works best?? because then it’s easy for one of them to move away if they feel like it.
Who steals all the blankets: squall is a certified blanket hog. he was raised in a pretty warm climate and detests the cold, therefore he might end up being wrapped in the blankets like a burrito. fortunately cloud has the strength to wrestle them back lmao.
What they wear to bed: bed clothes??? nothing special. probably old tees and flannel bottoms/sweats. they might sleep naked after sex and probably in less during summer. squall prefers to wear just t-shirts in high summer.
Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: honestly, based on personality, i think squall is slightly more likely to steal a t-shirt or two to wear. cloud probably huffs a bit before coming to realise it’s rather endearing. he then does starts to do it back and the process repeats itself lmao.
Who falls asleep mid-conversation: neither. that’s rude af. though tbh cloud might if he’s been battling a bout of insomnia.
Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: i think cloud goes without saying. and squall will try to offer what comfort he can and what cloud needs. whether it’s physical or emotional comfort. he cares a hell of a lot for clouds mental well being.
Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: cloud did. but it wasn’t really a punch. more of an accidental hitting during a bad night to which squall instantly forgave him.
Who can’t keep their hands to themself: umm, both of them can, they just choose not to. though they’re not always touching during sleep tbh because both like space sometimes. but the touching is never really one sided.
Concept: I wake up from a nightmare, but you are right next to me. I pace myself with your steady breathing and fall asleep with my hand on your back.
zackleos:
one might think, understandably, that zack is more prepared than cloud to encounter this situation. it’s probably true ( at least, he doesn’t have any memory of cloud dying, unlike the other has of HIMSELF )… but at the same time, he hadn’t expected it. has he thought of it happening? yes, in his wildest fantasies. but there are so many people in the world, and with no method of contacting cloud, or even knowing where he is or what he’s up to, there had been no practical hope for that DREAM to ever come to fruition. it was doomed to stay within his minds, a comfort for nightmare-filled nights.
yet here the blond now stands, beside a bike, dressed in an outfit so reminiscent of soldier. it isn’t a soldier outfit, importantly, but something about it just feels like shinra. why? had cloud been recaptured? had he been taken in, brainwashed, recruited? had his AMBITION to enter soldier overcome even the memory of turks and infantry chasing them over a period of months, desperate to drag them back to the company kicking and screaming or even dead? perhaps the poisoning the blond had apparently been suffering from ( after the years in a mako tank ) had erased his memories entirely.
the TRUE ex-soldier can’t relax yet; even though it looks like friend rather than foe, he can’t be sure, can’t let his guard down. analyse the situation. zack, focus. angeal’s voice rings clearly in his head, though it’s been many years now since he last heard it the deep pitch, the sternness behind his tone. a great man. a teacher, a friend, a BROTHER, now just one more name to keep on the list of those he misses, terribly, daily. but cloud… could he scratch his name off the list, now?
his fingers loosen on the handle of his own blade. something inside strong, bullet-scarred body SCREAMS at him to drop it, though wisely he doesn’t; it just feels unnatural to hold a sword when faced with a person so dear to him. the same had been the case when he’d faced angeal, and again, when he’d had to deter cissnei. surely it can’t come to a fight with cloud, his best friend? the backwater expert, his living legacy? zack wonders if he remembers that promise.
❝ cloud, ❞ his voice emerges, and it’s hoarse with rough, raw emotion. the blond MUST recognise him, despite the question… right? ❝ it’s me. zack. ❞
“Zack is dead!”
Cloud’s quiet but stern voice turns loud and angry, fury taking over Mako eyes - taking over every fiber of him, if only for a moment before he pulls himself back. How dare you. How dare his name be spoken. His eyes are glaring, but Cloud is being rocketed into the past, to reading helplessly as Zack walks away to his final battle, to crawling with every strength he can muster to his slow-breathing and bloody body. He watched Zack take his last breath with a smile on his face. It’s his fault he died.
Now to have an impersonator. Because this can’t be Zack.
“I watched you die.” The words come out faster than he means them to. He means I watched him die. Because this is not him. It can’t be him. He has to contact Rufus and the Turks, find out of this is a secret that was kept in the corners of ShinRa’s closet.
His face curls in distress. He’s angry. He’s confused. He’s scared. But his expression remains hardened. Cloud doesn’t know if he demands evidence that his memory was wrong, that Zack didn’t die (which would ultimately mean Cloud left him for dead) while not being sure he wants to know what answer would be given. What’s the truth? What isn’t?
It doesn’t fee like two years. It feels like a lifetime, another him ago. But there’s a cadet inside him screaming in agony - and relief to see his face. There is so much to say. So much to apologize for.
“How?”
🔌 FUTURAMA SENTENCE PROMPTS !
triggering / nsfw may be present , these are taken from varying seasons of the show.
“ I can’t be mad, I’m on way too many painkillers. ”
“ What an idiot I was! And by “I”, I meant “you”! ”
“ Thanks to you, I went on a soul-searching journey. ”
“ How can I be so bad at everything I try, and still be so great? ”
“ These things are not weaknesses. They make me what I am. ”
“ You’re always gettin’ frozen in stuff. It’s your thing, man! ”
“ Just wait ‘til I get my hands on those healthy purple berries! ”
“ But what are those aliens tryin’ to ask us? What do the tones mean? ”
“ What’s the point? What good is it to talk to her in my own dream? ”
“ I’ve dreamed about you a lot since you disappeared. ”
“ Have you been using my toothbrush to polish your ass again?! ”
“ There’s so much I need to say. Is it really you? ”
“ It’s time we solved this problem the old-fashioned way. By shooting it. ”
“ To see if you’re the real [name], I’m gonna ask you something only he would know. ”
“ You’ve accomplished so much more than most of us would bother to. ”
“ I’m dying to know how you got here. Was it a time machine? ”
“ I’m no medical expert, but I think you be showing some serious signs of 'illin. ”
“ May I buy you a drink? We don’t get a lot of pretty faces around here. ”
“ You can’t sit on something for a week without falling in love with it. ”
“ You can’t just kill somebody because they’re ugly and corrosive. ”
“ Don’t you ever wonder about the future? ”
“ You think you can just waltz in here with no pants and become a cop? ”
“ I’m as sad as an upside-down smile. ”
“ I guess we’ll have to deliver that human heart tomorrow. ”
“ We have nothing to fear but running out of beer. ”
“ The only things they did better than us were suck and die. ”
“ Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? ”
“ You’ve fallen into the final debilitating stages of womanhood. ”
“ Something tells me I could easily beat those trained professionals… ”
“ This outfit makes me look fat. Is it trampy to go on a first date nude? ”
“ Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. ”
“ With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun! ”
“ Why don’t you smoke it already? Puff, puff, go, go, go, go, go! ”
“ I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. ”
“ Hey, I’m a porno-dealing monster. What do I care what you think? ”
“ Is this really happening or just being staged? ”
“ I will marry her now and confine her to hell! ”
“ I know whose funeral we’ll be attending next! ”
“ Call it a hunch but I’ve got a bad feeling about this. “
“ Whoa, you look better than you used to for some reason. ”
“ Instead of shooting where I was, you should have shot where I was going to be. ”
“ Haven’t I seen you in some copyrighted movie? ”
“ Not a day goes by I don’t ask myself the same question. ”
“ What?! Don’t ever, ever say or think that again! ”
“ You can’t give up hope just because it is hopeless! ”
“ So do you know I’m going to do something before I do it? ”
“ How am I supposed to hear prayers coming out of my ass? ”
“ There are two kinds of people: sheep and sharks. ”
“ A casino where I always win. That’s boring. I must really be… in Hell! ”
“ So there really is an infinite number of universes? ”
“ Now that’s a wave of destruction that’s easy on the eyes! ”
“ The wall of that strip club isn’t going to collapse twice in one day. ”
“ Aww, you knew my favorite cause of death. ”
“ Get lost! I’d say don’t quit your day job, but you’re awful at that too! ”
“ I think when people obsess about the past it’s because they’re afraid of the future. ”
“ You’ve convinced me life is worth living… by showing me how bad my funeral will suck! ”
“ Man, we look stupid. We should’ve gotten store-bought costumes. ”
“ I don’t want to be rescued. ”
“ I could if you hadn’t turned on the light and shut off my stereo. ”
“ I finally found what I need to be happy and it’s not friends, it’s things. “
“ So, none of you have ever had anchovies? ”
“ Do you have any idea what the average length of their reigns was? ”
“ I knew you wouldn’t have asked unless it was really high or really low. ”
“ You’re a pimple on society’s ass and you’ll never amount to anything! ”
“ Now that you mention it, I do have trouble breathing underwater sometimes. ”
“ I wouldn’t talk about taste if I was wearing a lime green tank top. ”
“ We all laughed so hard our teeth fell out. ”
“ I’ll never be too good or too evil again. From now on, I’ll just be me. ”
“ Do you think you could survive a seven-hundred foot fall? ”
“ But this electricity abuse crossed the line. You almost killed us. ”
👄 + his cheek , bless.
“……”
Although his expression didn’t change, remaining stoic and serious, color forms up his cheeks and end up lighting his face, regardless of the front he’s trying to keep up. Really, it was no big deal, but Yuna always felt the need to express her appreciation.
“You could have just said ‘thank you’.”
Send 👄 + a body part for my muses reaction to being kissed there
rp-meme-ideas:
Can be NSFW/SFW. You choose.
I want to sneep
zackleos:
in contrast to cloud… zack has never been back here. not on purpose, anyway; he’s driven past a few times, most likely, but this time it’s different. he’s just had a feeling he should come here, today. it’s possibly because of his personal life; the death of the old man who’d turned out to be his saviour. he’s feeling mournful, and GRATEFUL; and so now he revisits the site of his final showdown. up on the cliff… what is that? sitting on the back of the truck, eyes narrow at something glinting in the daylight sun. something metallic. pushing himself up, he cranes his neck to see more clearly
then his thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a roaring engine. suddenly, zack is on high alert. someone’s coming this way… someone from SHINRA? they’re supposedly gone, but the ex-soldier knows better than that. they’ll be underground somewhere. they’re cockroaches, can’t be killed that easily ( though from what he’s heard, all that’s been happening recently wouldn’t have been easy to continue on from ). and he’s managed to lie low for so long, kept himself in safety; the old guy had suggested it, after seeing how torn up the young man had been, BLEEDING OUT on the cliff face. and, with his phone destroyed… zack had no contact with anyone, anyway. he’d put his faith in cloud, and hid.
it had been a bad idea to come back here.
hand falls to the side. also lying in the back of the truck is a sword ( nowhere near as good as the buster sword, but at least he can use this one with less GUILT about causing wear, tear, and rust ). the person approaching is coming into view… and there’s something about the outfit he sports that makes zack’s heart thud. it reminds him of soldier. they haven’t been recruiting more for the soldier program, right? is it still going, somewhere in gaia? terrifying thought.
but he’s ready. though old bullet-wounds cause a stiffness and ACHE in wearied bones, he’s ready. zack doesn’t fear death; since that fateful day in this same spot, he’s prepared for dying. still he’ll fight. he’d fight anything about shinra. they ruined everything. he HATES them it’s a strong word, and he’d never have thought himself a hating person, but he despises what shinra has done. not only to him… but to those he loves. it’s unforgivable.
and so, he stands… and hops down from the truck.
Cloud wants to keep distance, but distance doesn’t let him see, not what he wants to. He’s making it obvious he’s trailing the truck, but he doesn’t care and it shows. Once he gets confirmation of something, then he’ll leave and be on his way. No harm done. That’s the best outcome, since the truck seems very much real and the man within it that is clawing at his skull is real too.
It hits him like a shockwave when he realizes why this seems familiar. He remembers Zack and him in the back of a similar truck. Was it this same wasteland? He can’t remember. It’s fuzzy - and his head hurts like a pulsing throb. It’s familiar in a way that makes his stomach turn. He thought he was doing better. He was doing better. None the less his balance on the Fenrir stays in par, keeping enough distance away.. but more than close enough to get the attention of the passenger.
The truck comes to a stop, and several feet away, Cloud does too. The roaring dulls into a hum, before turning Fenrir off completely and wasting no time pulling himself off his bike. His heart’s pounding, ears ringing, palms sweating. His body is reacting and he still doesn’t understand why. What’s his subconscious trying to tell him? A hand comes up to remove the goggles and places them across the handlebars before getting a clear look at - whoever the hell this is.
It’s impossible. For a long moment, Cloud isn’t aware he’s holding his breath as his face scrunches - twisting in disbelief, confusion, and frustration. And he’s cycling through those three rapidly. ( I saw him die. This isn’t Zack. There is no way this is Zack. ) If it isn’t Zack, then who - then what, is this? A stranger that just so happens to share the same face as his best friend? Cloud doesn’t believe in coincidences, not to that degree. A clone--? Was his body stolen by ShinRa, tested on further? ..... Maybe he’s seeing what he wants to see, and this person can look nothing like him at all. Cloud doesn’t risk blinking now, and his hand is gripped on the hilt of a sword still within Fenrir.
“Who are you?” It’s not a question. It’s a demand for an answer.
What kind of sick game was this.