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Final Fantasy VII Remake (2020)
Tifa and her fear of ghosts
Iɴ Dᴀʀᴋɴᴇss Bʟᴏᴏᴍs ᴛʜᴇ Sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ Lɪʟʏ Multimuse - Multiship - Multiverse Muses - Rules
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Tifa Lockhart Dresses Final Fantasy Vii Remake
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Once again I'm sorry for the Crappy edit lol
@mandragoraregum
A fire burns brightly in the hearth, flames licking at the scorched brick hearth as it warms the room. It is chilly outside, the winter months having claimed the land as their own, leaving its mark in the form of a blanket of snow and frosted roads which crack underfoot. She brings a steaming cup of tea to her lips, inhaling the rich aroma before taking a sip of the bitterly sweet liquid and allowing it to warm her throat and veins.
❝ Do you have any regrets? Coming here, I mean. Not that I claim to know what it was like where you came from. Forgive me, I’m prattling. ❞
Out: Doot the heart for a starter. Please specify which muse you want otherwise I’ll choose! Lengths will vary. Mutuals only.
Iɴ Dᴀʀᴋɴᴇss Bʟᴏᴏᴍs ᴛʜᴇ Sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ Lɪʟʏ Multimuse - Multiship - Multiverse Muses - Rules
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zagubionywilk
>> ⚔️ << HE WANTED TO HAVE CLARITY with her, yet he could barely speak of much that he had left behind. that had been THROWN away before he could even choose for himself. before his OWN transformation, before the torture and pain that had been inflicted upon him when he was but a CHILD. when his name that he had chosen was still fledged and NEW.
a NAME he hadn’t a clue if he would ever live with or die just having chosen due to the trials and training he had to ENDURE. that so many he knew had died undertaking ——– some that still roam the crumbled RUINS of training grounds. her wanting to know more from DECADES past wouldn’t get all that much.
A TINY FROWN sits on his face as she responds to him, a worry welling in his gut that he perhaps played with her wrong. the TIGHTENING of her grip ‘round his settled the worry only a touch ‘fore she QUESTIONS the state of the tavern they were headed toward. ❝ you’re in LUCK. i had a bite of the hog before venturing out and running into you. isn’t so bad. the BATH also is useful. ❞
They each had their own crosses to bear and perhaps now they bore one together, yes, they did indeed both carry the weight of that particular failing and loss and perhaps they always would, who knew? For all the power she possessed, Yennefer could not predict the future, though she imagined if she worked at it hard enough she’d happen upon the skill to do so one way or another; but knowing her fate wasn’t something that interested her, eternity was a long time and knowing how it would play out bored her to tears at the mere thought of it.
❝ Oh good, I imagine the hog is being spit roasted? ❞ Gods she hoped so, any other way could make the meat tough and bland, at least if it were on a spit it would retain its flavour and tenderness. ❝ As for the bath, will you be joining me? ❞ There’s a ghost of a smirk as her hand moves so that her fingers can lace with his, moving her body closer towards his so that she could lean in and whisper at his ear.
❝ You’re filthy, Geralt... and I do so enjoy getting you clean before making you filthy in ways we’ll both like. ❞ Perhaps tonight could be for them? A night in which they weren’t grieving or wracked with guilt. They were allowed that, weren’t they?
Out: Sorry I haven’t been around recently, real life required my attention. I’ll be getting to drafts asap!
Lowlifes. Shameless filthy wretches. How you celebrate my ascension with such joy. Hailing the very one whom you have condemned for generations. Have you no shame?
The Witch, by Bellatrix Aiden
garnettilalexandros as Rinoa
Photo by Pugoffka-sama
Geralt + Using Signs
tifa week, day one : have you ever wished for an endless night ? lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight.