ojovivo
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Peter Solarz
Not today Justin
Misplaced Lens Cap
YOU ARE THE REASON
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blake kathryn
Discoholic 🪩
Product Placement
Origami Around
ellievsbear
pixel skylines
@theartofmadeline
we're not kids anymore.
AnasAbdin
occasionally subtle
sheepfilms
will byers stan first human second
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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@makoeyemoved
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ.
FINAL FANTASY 7 BASED ORIGINAL CHARACTER , HEAVILY BASED ON SOLDIER ! FIRST CLASS SOLDIER , PROJECT # 468 . * this is a study in human evolution that may include triggers of experimentation , war , and violence. ( sideblog to @sinspast , written by annie. )
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𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 : temp carrd. / playlist. / aesthetic.
and if i give cayden his own blog, then what HUH
i did it @incarnateye
and if i give cayden his own blog, then what HUH
waggles brow in cayden's direction
reno ........................................ waggle the brow elsewhere ,
thats pretty gay
look at my icon , because match with @comedicdeath
comedicdeath·.
··· the first thing he noticed was the wall. ·strokes of charcoal united with smatterings of paint, ·coalescing into a concentration of unrecognizable shapes and meanings. ·it looked brutish, ·haphazard, ·under a dazed eye untrained to the fine arts. ·ill-equipped to appreciate that which told tales, ·of a man’s asylum found only through the brush.
··· there was a glass of water on the nightstand beside him.· he gulped it down,· with little hesitation.· he laid on his stomach, ·limbs of lead pressed into the mattress,· cheek curled against a pillow that smelled of something familiar.· nice familiar,· his addled brain decided.
·· not even a few minutes after,· he fell unconscious (again).· he dreamt of a faceless man surrounded by black clouds,· a ray of light extending out,· banishing the fate of a lonely existence.· the man smiled.
··· when next he woke, ·it was to a voice. ·low, ·soft, ·with all the rigidness of stone. ·he cracked an eyelid open.··· “ … ”·· his throat felt especially dry. ·didn’t he drink water earlier?· his eye shut.··· “ …· where’d you come from? ”
gaze lingers·‘pon another ,· gentle hum being the only elicited reaction for now.· he does not move ,· does not dare disturb the other’s· ... comfort. boundaries have been crossed , those of which had been set subsequent to the keys of the soldier’s abode came into his possession , so humbly offered by shinra elites to ( at the very least ) praise and thank the war - torn solder for his efforts. though ... even decorated to his heart’s content ,· it feels not alike a home. he’d always feel like a visitor ------ an intruder. the thoughts flee when he looks over another , resting comfortably in his own bed.
❝ the director called me in for a mission briefing. ❞ honesty , for there lacked any reason to hide truths now after the other has seen the inside of his small apartment , his personal space. ❝ you have been asleep for a while now ... ❞ a pause , tilt of his head following suit : ❝ how do you feel? ❞
are we gonna talk about bunbun cayden ,
i think i forgot to mention cayden has two different colored eyes .......... one is the usual mako glow but the other is a darker emerald , what with the stagnant mako :P also he has vertically slit pupils . not as prominent like a cat , but yknow
when i give cayden his own blog you all will understand my love for him
there had been a voice , once before , akin to a gentle whisper / an echo resonating from deep within the planet. a calling that resounds only in his slumber; again , he might hear it. ( ❛ in you i see someone special. ❜ , says @comedicdeath ... ) a calling ----- nay , a beckoning that rings in the back of his head , he can hear another. was it a dream ? ❝ ... sephiroth? ❞ brother in arms , deceased soldier : where have you gone?
comedicdeath·.
though he surveyed… reached for it, a palm in silent proffer, he did not. he was ignorant to assume he was accustomed to the awkward habits the soldier demonstrated often. not even their few assignments thus far, bound forevermore as the beginning in their burgeoning partnership, truly prepared him for what, he now understood, couldn’t be predicted. it was a new discovery everyday. he lowered his arm. “ through my number…? it’s already on there, ” he raised it again, pushing his hand closer—a silent, forceful approach that mirrored in his stare. then, a realization. intuition guided his voice, a deadpan question at the peak of palpable disbelief: “ … you really never used a phone before? ”
❝ i see. ❞ acceptance is tentative , although not intentional to seem so ... skeptical. curious gaze , innocent by nature , softens the soldier’s hardened features , those exhibiting a usual weariness that came with war and bloodshed ------ to be thrust into a world of pain , of suffering ... he did not acclimate well to the entirety of soldier. ( vague memories of blood , sword in hand , florescent lights? he can recall very little from his childhood. his head would ache if he thought too hard back to his youth. ) ❝ i ... well , i use it ----- just not very often. ❞ a pause , ❝ do turks often use it to contact members of soldier? ❞
ofayth·.
𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄———— adorned in shades of pink & blue. geisha require a vast, elegant wardrobe to perform their duties. as any soldier required their weapon ‘pon going to war. one blue, one green orb held their gaze onto Midgar’s streets. to peer into another’s eyes without the motivation of coin was lacking. retain secrecy, upkeep her foreign mysteries. preserve her beauty. that was the sales pitch her owner threw her way when she was sold here two years ago. she wondered how rikku was doing in wutai. the two females promised to see the world together, & now she was alone. a bird trapped in a grand, steel cage. a raging sea bottled up behind a white face & red lips.
her inner thoughts ceased 'pon indication of black ink caught within her peripherals. jagged lines flowed into an image of a lightning bolt. lips parted as the woman drew breath, haltering her once forward momentum to turn towards the individual. she then noticed his other arm. a heavy block of ink with white etching a design into it. yuna never saw anything like this, even back home. it was pronounced, it was bold, it was ———— ❛ beautiful. ❜ @makoeye
duty forged these bones , created a force to be reckoned with : weapon of shinra / soldier by name. often do they find themselves in the midst of bustling streets , walking among the crowds simply to blend in. first , second , or third class , none are immune to the flickering lights and calls of wall market. without uniform adorned , suspenders and pauldrons replaced with casual wear. and even then , he gains the attention of another , much to his own dismay.
❝ ... oh. ❞ small whisper , a tilt of his head to follow suit. gaze following her line of sight , looking upon the designs that hid what scars lied ‘neath. ( those that helped forge him , shinra’s weapon. ) not often do others compliment the art ‘pon his body , a rarity he takes a strange sense of pride in : ❝ thank you. ❞
i think about him, sael’thil laufei cayden , brain goes BRRRR FOR MY OWN OC
comedicdeath·.
he hadn’t thought of it in so long. he looked to it like a separate life, a separate death. for beneath buttons of gray, safety sliding from his arms and into a heap at their feet, a chest free of blemish awaited impassioned eyes teeming with the brightest mako—save for two. distinct, jagged streaks, darkened by years past, underlining a place where breast tissue once sat. extracted, dead and buried within a history of which none were apprised… except for now. he swallowed. his expression betrayed the inscrutable gaze everyone, those of old and new, was more than acquainted. it showed in the furrow of his brow, the unease creasing his eyes and pulling his mouth. his hands were slick with sweat. at disquiet so profound, so real, he voiced but one concern, a murmur among the rapid flitting of his heartbeat. “ … can you work with it? ” —a concern that could fracture him in twain, if his greatest fears were realized.
intimacy lost in a hazy fog , thick with rancid toxins ------ it suffocated him : shinra , how they took hold of a child’s throat , bound him to soldier ideology , and seized whatever emotions were his birth right with a single incision of the spine. nerve damage was only the just beginning.
now , however , he’s sought a path through the haze , making the journey just beyond it. and at the very end , does he see a silhouette patiently waiting for him. barren , vulnerable : heart displayed so boldly for only cayden to see. admittedly , first , eyes do wander , linger ‘cross the scars. finger tips thought they might touch the flesh , then , but decide against the gesture. ❝ i ... can. ❞ with uppermost layer removed and put aside , the aura of classification / the mystery of what made the other a turk was far removed from the vicinity. ( they are human here , not soldier / not turk. the price of freedom , what may it cost them to be just HUMAN? ) he blinks , leans closer. hands make their move , finally , to hold either side of the other’s face , cheeks in the palms of his hands. ❝ for you , i always can. ❞
making cayden in ff14 is the sole reason i am playing it ,
