Little Ol' Me...

Ind. Pri. Sel. Kefka of FFVI and Dissidia.

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Gives 1 peck and leaves

Kefka stills, taut as the hairs of a fiddlestick.

Strike him in the face.

It'll sting less.

[xkuja]

Pandemonium

“You not only broke the seal to Terra, but did me the favor of defeating Garland! Zidane… You are truly an extraordinary Genome, deserving of my love!”

sketch version

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You can sometimes also find me: 

@ofxliminality​ - Auron 

@xargentum​ - Prompto

@libraxelementia - Ignis 

@xcharmless​ - Noctis 

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✘ "while we are talking, just how did you manage to kill my brother?"

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 9 asks. Include ✘ with the asks!

“Oh, but that’s the beauty of it! My sweetest! You think I don’t know how you’ll shiver and squirm, hearing that brat’s death from my lips? Ohoho, my little seraph, you still think me stupid! That’s how I killed him! With the knowledge I’ll never, ever, ever spill a drop on his death!

It’s mine, that’s what stings, isn’t it? I don’t even have the good graces to share!” 

He tossed an armful of flaming books Kuja’s way.

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xamicitia​:

        The hand across his eyes might as well not have bothered; The freak was pale to the point of translucent, and that searing light poured through his skin like glass. Then, when the hand released him, what he could only guess was a heel to the back of his head kept him facing downward– Only marginally better– As though he was gonna dare open his eyes ‘til that light died down.

        When it did, at least when Gladio could no longer see through the back of his own eyelids, the air was left filled with an oppressive presence. One blatant enough to stall him a moment before he lifted his head. 

       Thankfully, despite the sting, yeah, he still had eyes, though it took a few blinks for them to adjust to the blurry purple image before him. Then a few more times to comprehend what he was looking at.

      Kefka didn’t fit in the cell anymore. Not comfortably. No longer closest to Prompto’s height, he’d grown at least a couple of feet, and his thin frame was now built with a rippling layer of muscle. His skin had darkened, and seemed to have been stretched tight as leather across his newly muscular figure. All that, and the glow of his empty eyes might’ve registered as enough of a threat to rise his pulse… But the four great wings, curled askew against the walls of the cell, left him looking instead like some big, angry, purple bird.

      His first comprehensive thought was “yeah, glad to be spared the loincloth.”

             …Even so, Gladio knew better than to tell him that.

       “…Answer to nothing’s right…” He muttered, attempting to scoot back from the clawed foot pinning into his chest. “So, you’re some sort of daemon, huh. That it?”

Kefka’s eternal grin stretched further as he regarded his pet. Truly, it was the behemoth’s brick wall behavior keeping him intact. Unusual. He’d seen a thing or two in his time, that was for certain. To rip him to shreds over his insolence would be a shame. 

For now.

His foot on Gladio’s chest did not withdraw. Instead he pressed forward, keeping contact, growling, “Stay...” 

A daemon? Interesting. Nothing boring, not a flying clown, not a madman... This one had common sense to swallow his words... Disciplined.. His heartbeat, the rise and fall of his chest... It all said as much. 

“I made myself God, isn’t that fun?” Kefka mused, settling in midair, legs crossed, as though meditation were a thing he’d ever consider. His long, white wings arched around Gladio. 

“Wouldn’t you want power too? Those scrawny friends of yours clearly aren’t the brawn in the operation, eh? I was just as fit as you, but it wasn’t enough... It’ll never be enough. You’re living proof.” 

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"are we team mates now?" //dissidia. the teammate he didn't want. pls put him back with the feather hair guy with the tail

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“You positively reek of boring! Do I look like one to dabble?” 

One could mistake Kefka for an ordinary harlequin, circling Ignis, military posture and muttering, ceaselessly, to himself, were he not levitating several inches in the air moments later, drifting like a rag in the breeze. 

“What’s in it for me, hm, what use are you to me, prettyboy? You got yourself into Kujie-Coo’s trap, hm, why should I get you out of it? A truly good toy wouldn’t have found himself there in the first place! Pah!” 

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❛ maybe one day you won’t hate me . ❜

’ 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄  𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ’  𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

Sitting in the middle of a room torn to shreds, Kefka giggles, turning his face towards drifting dust and feathers, smothered by an ethereal footprint he knows full well isn’t his own. No use in pretending. 

Wasted, this power... 

He doesn’t cast Noctis so much as a glance, plucking at the embers clinging to his tights. 

“I don’t believe in ‘one day’...” 

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“Don’t mind me. Just passing through.” Whistling through the halls as if he hadn’t just disappeared from time to time.

The audacity. 

Teeth, nails, elbows, knees... Kefka sinks into Noctis like a wildcat, scraping the pair of them down the wall to tumble in the dirt. Even curling his fingers around his throat, he’s expecting him to warp away, knowing better than to try pinning brattish thin air. 

“Why won’t you stay gone?!” 

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Kefka, what kind of music do you like?

Screams... 

    Endless, warbled thorns, destruction’s orchestra... 

       Harmonized chaos... 

“Hmm?”

 Music? There had been another kind he’d listened to. Yes. The kind to tell a grand story without words. The kind he’d twirled himself stupid to.

He waved away the faceless query.

 “I don’t care for music.” 

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@pagliaccioxfalso from this

‘…beastie’

       Yeah. Fine. That’s what he felt like now, anyway, all rope bitten, starved and sleepless. He let those spidery fingers wind in his matted hair and wrench him upright, and while the look in his sunken eyes was as hazed as his physical state, his resolve hadn’t broken. It shone dangerously in the glare he shot him, teeth gritting under the press of a clawed thumb– damn obviously so to keep his bite in check.

      He didn’t care what this monster was. But maybe he could learn something. Maybe he could learn something, then somehow convey it to Ignis, who’d know better than any of them what to do with that kind of info.

     Then he’d be able to show just how sharp his bite really was…

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“Good boy....” 

Kefka placed his hand across Gladio’s eyes, a languid afterthought.

In their small enclosure, the light that poured from the aether swallowed all. It did not burn or blind Kefka, but who knew what it did to human flesh? As if he’d ever cared to consider it?

The light grew unbearably strong, bringing static that stung even its summoner. It pulled him upwards, rending shrill giggling from him, even a taste of his power jostling the fabric of existence. 

He brought his bare foot to Gladio’s head, ducking it down, his wings filling the space almost corner to corner, gilded chest heaving with delight, the static fading, the glow with it, until all that remained was Kefka, a permanent grin etched into an inhuman visage. 

“Still got eyes? Perhaps I should have used a cloth, but as you can see, mine has a rather important purpose...” Smirking, he glanced down to the loincloth, pressing his foot to Gladio’s chest, hunting for his heartbeat.

How cramped.  

To talk casually in this form, keeping a semblance of himself was a rare occurrence, often achieved at the end of a battle. It was... different in this faux world they rattled around in. Something he’d learned to wield or be wielded by. 

“An answer to everything, and nothing...” 

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Kefka, please kiss me. Just a little peck.

“And who might you be? What’s in it for me?” 

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'what are you?'

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“Well, well! Isn’t that better, using your words, eh?” 

When was the last time someone noticed, calling it out so boldly? It was tough work, taming one with brawn and brains.

“Maybe you really can be a good boy after all, hm? You wanna see what I am, beastie?” 

Kefka curled his fingers into Gladio’s hair, pulling it to lift his head. He ran his free hand over his face, down his neck, deep curiosity swarming to the surface of a coldness that never left. 

His thumb pressed against his lips, still bloodied from the rope. Any teasing tones vanished, a low growl replacing them.

“This information is your reward. Don’t ruin it. If you bite me, you and I both know I’ll make you sorry. Learn, and I won’t play so rough...” 

[xkuja]

Current Wanted List:

Bartz & Squall to complete 589 and have adventures

Celes. And also anyone else from 6 especially anyone in the empire– i have a really nice doujinshi coming in the mail so I can give you beautiful icons even.

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Yes pls! Empire people pls come pick up ur clown 

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My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!

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Nests self against him under fabrics. Tail cling. Spiteful expression anyway.

Immediate snarling. 

Who gave this spiteful, disobedient, jealous little thing permission? 

From their perch, he tucks Kuja’s head under his chin, staring murderously at the bookshelves, some already ablaze.  

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𝐚𝐬𝐤  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 :    ’ 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄  𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ’  𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

–     WTF  DO  I  KNOW  :

❛  i’m  not  tryna  have  another  conversation .  ❜

❛  i’m  completely  naked ,  but  i’m  making  it  fashion .  ❜

❛  am  i  wrong  that  i  moved  on  and  i  don’t  even  miss you ?  ❜

❛  though  that  i’d  be  you  until  i  die ,  but  i  let  go .  ❜

❛  what  the  fuck  do  i  know ?  ❜

❛  i’m  alone .  ❜

❛  what  the  fuck  do  i  know ?  i’m  alone .  ❜

❛  i  couldn’t  be  somebody’s  hero .  ❜

❛  you  want  an  apology ?  ❜

❛  you  want  an  apology ?  not  from  me .  had  to  leave  you  in  your  own  misery .  ❜

❛  think  that  i’m  the  problem ?  i’m  the  solution .  ❜

❛  am  i  wrong  that  i  moved  on ?  ❜

–     ANGELS  LIKE  YOU   :

❛  won’t  call  me  by  name ,  only  ‘ baby ’ .  ❜

❛  the  more  that  you  give ,  the  less  that  i  need .  ❜

❛  everyone  says  i  look  happy  when  it  feels  right .  ❜

❛  i  know  that  you’re  wrong  for  me .  ❜

❛  gonna  wish  we  never  met  on  the  day  i  leave .  ❜

❛  i  brought  you  down  on  your  knees  cause  they  say  that  misery  loves  company .  ❜

❛  it’s  not  your  fault  that  i  ruin  everything .  ❜

❛  it’s  not  your  fault  i  can’t  be  what  you  need .  ❜

❛  angels  like  you  can’t  fly  down  here  with  me .  ❜

❛  i’m  everything  they  said  i  would  be .  ❜

❛  a  little  more  hurt  won’t  kill  you .  ❜

–      GIMME  WHAT  I  WANT   :

❛  careful ,  you  might  hurt  yourself .  ❜

❛  pleasure  leads  to  pain .  ❜

❛  you  might  be  insane ,  but  maybe  we’re  the  same .  ❜

❛  tonight  you  came  here  cause  you  know  what  i  need  and  no  one  likes  to  be  alone .  ❜

❛  no  one  likes  to  be  alone .  ❜

❛  i  just  need  a  lover .  ❜

–     MIDNIGHT  SKY   :

❛  it’s been  a  long  time  since  i  felt  this  good  on  my  own .  ❜

❛  i  was  born  to  run .  ❜

❛  i  don’t  belong  to  anyone .  ❜

❛  i  don’t  need  to  be  loved  by  you .  ❜

❛  it  ain’t  so  bad  if  i  wanna  make  a  couple  mistakes .  ❜

❛  you  should  know  right  now  that  i  never  stay  put  in  one  place .  ❜

–     HIGH   :

❛  sometimes  i  get  a  little  too  hurt .  ❜

❛  i  did  my  very  best  saying  goodbye .  ❜

❛  i  don’t  miss  you  but  i  think  of  you  and  don’t  know  why .  ❜

❛  sometimes  i  stay  up  all  night  cause  you  don’t  ever  talk  to  me  in  my  dreams .  ❜

–      HATE  ME   :

❛  go  ahead ,  you  can  say  it’s  my  fault .  ❜

❛  i  thought  one  of  these  days  you  might  call .  ❜

❛  i  thought  one  of  these  days  you  might  call  when  you  were  feeling  small .  ❜

❛  i  know  i’m  not  on  your  mind .  ❜

❛  would  it  be  too  hard  to  say  goodbye ?  ❜

❛  i  hope  that  it’s  enough  to  make  you  cry .  ❜

❛  maybe  one  day  you  won’t  hate  me .  ❜

❛  go  ahead ,  you  can  say  i’ve  changed .  ❜

❛  one  drink  and  i’m  back  to  that  place .  ❜

–     NEVER  BE  ME   :

❛  i  know  i  do  this  every  time .  ❜

❛  i  don’t  wanna  push  you  way  too  much .  ❜

❛  i  don’t  wanna  lean  that  way  too  far .  ❜

❛  i  don’t  wanna  ever  learn  the  hard  way .  ❜

❛  if  you’re  looking  for  stable ,  that’ll  never  be  me .  ❜

❛  if  you’re  looking  for  faithful ,  that’ll  never  be  me .  ❜

❛  if  you’re  looking  for  someone  to  be  all  that  you  need ,  that’ll  never  be  me .  ❜

❛  dry  your  tears  now ,  don’t  you  cry .  ❜

❛  i’m  by  your  side ,  at  least  for  awhile .  ❜

–     GOLDEN  G  STRING   :

❛  i  did  it  all  to  make  you  love  me  and  to  feel  alive .  ❜

❛  i  should  walk  away .  ❜

❛  i  should  walk  away ,  but  i  think  i’ll  stay .  ❜

❛  there  are  layers  to  this  body ,  primal  sex  and  primal  shame .  ❜

❛  i  was  trying  to  own  my  power .  ❜

❛  you  dare  to  call  me  crazy ,  have  you  looked  around  this  place ?  ❜

❛  if  you  can’t  make  ends  meet ,  it  must  be  your  fault .  ❜

❛  i  can’t  walk  away .  ❜

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'Did you do it? Did you kill him?'

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Shaken out of his contemplation, Kefka grinned, stretching the painted smile ever further. 

“You can’t expect me to remember every single sorry soul I’ve ever slain, can you?” 

He wouldn’t have bothered to turn and face him, had turning one’s back to Kuja not been akin to turning one’s back on the ocean. He let his head fall to the side, eyes almost glowing. 

“Perhaps, if you’ve lost someone special, look a little harder, hm?” 

His smile split, unveiling sharp teeth, no amount of tenderness in his tone able to hide something like excitement or glee, poorly restrained and quaking. With each drum of his nails against his bicep, embers and sparks scattered, drifting into the air. 

“Unless, of course, poor little ol’ you has been sick to the bone, fretting and flitting hither and yon, in search of their precious plaything? Now that would be an unfortunate spectacle!” 

He couldn’t hold it in any longer. He dissolved into laughter, knocking himself several feet into the air where he flopped like a rag doll, growling, seething, giggling.