heroic yeehaw

indie cid highwind.

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hey there! i’m tiff. 24. black butch. she/her. anti-police and anti-military.

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yo i'm here, lol.

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i’m bad at being active, lol.

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‪“Sinking In” (Detail) by Kelly Louise Judd‬

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hey, y'all.

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so in my ffvii canon, i do hc cid as The Asshole party member. he's brash and doesn't consider the trials / traumas of others. he definitely gets into spats with the others, particularly if someone tries to help or look out for him. (which has something to do with growing up in a small town rooted in shitty Tough Men mentality.) but as his time with the party progresses, that brashness...well it doesn't disappear BUT it softens considerably. we see it when he gives the party pep talks during difficult times. ultimately, what really changes his level of brashness is aerith's death. like y'all....he looked up @ the sky like he was asking god why. his faith was shook. I'M emotional

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the rising force by dave wolverton death, violence mention.   

“you’ve been fighting again.”  

“now will you get some rest?”

“help me overcome my anger.”

“you’ve had a bad fever, but i’ve taken care of it.”

“not everyone is meant to be a warrior.” 

“you’re a tough one.”

“not until i know you’re okay.”

“it’s a brutal world.”

“promise me that you won’t let yourself die here.”

“there are greater battles to be won – battles of the heart.”

“look, you’re wounded.”

“you weren’t going to say goodbye? you were just going to leave?”

“sometimes, with patience and reason and by setting a good example, i have won more than a fight. i have turned my adversary into a friend.”

“but… you’ve killed before.”

“now, try not to look so sad.”

“you can’t force people to be just and decent.”

“i saw too much death here.”

“what are you humming?”

“you’re lucky i found you when i did.”

“anger is our enemy. greed and fear are also our enemies.”

“well, you survived. that’s something.”

“but once again your courage saved us.”

“let your feelings guide you.”

“our destinies lie along different paths.”

“life tests you! every day it brings you new chances for triumph or defeat.” 

“we sing a song of thanksgiving.”

“who taught you to fight like that?”

“that you survived at all is a credit.”

“is it really you?”

“but it’s not unreasonable to hate a lying, scheming, cowardly murderer.”  

“but when i kill, i only win a fight. it’s a small, small victory.” 

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“This planet is a little kid. A little kid sick and trembling in the middle of this huge universe. Someone’s gotta protect it. Ya follow me? That someone is us.”

Cid appreciation post 💙

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how did i forget cid called tifa sis. i’m gonna yell. 

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i am making og ffvii icons of cid in case anyone here is like.....hey, tiff, let's go original. also i first played og ffvii way back in 2001 n i was obsessed. with cid, tbh, who i called goggle man. :3 also tiny me was convinced cid had a hard time talking (like me!) bc well....y'all have seen his dialogue boxes! lmaooo.

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Neon Genesis Evangelion Ep. 02 — The Beast

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(pokes my head in) who wants a starter. 

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i still have starters to do. uh they’ll probably get posted tomorrow-ish? oof and i have ask things which are...my jam.

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heavenlyfighter​:

      it was easier to get him into the room on the main floor than have him climb the stairs. she’s also certain barret won’t mind if he stops by tonight, though she has a feeling he’s being held up in junon with some business. denzel and marlene seem to be excited that uncle cid is staying with them for the night, as it’s rare he stays over for more than a few hours. 

      “yeah, yeah, twenty minutes,” she says, not bothering to argue with a man so stubborn. her own hard-headedness doesn’t even hold a candle to his, though she’s not about to get into any competition when he’s not at one hundred percent. she’s also going to try and not baby him, knowing he wouldn’t want her to do that and that he’d most likely tell her off for doing so. if he gives her any grief once he wakes up, tifa knows she’ll give him an earful.

      she returns to the room, placing a few tablets of medicine on the bedside table with a glass of water. there’s a few mastered materias in the first-aid kit cloud keeps in the bathroom upstairs, and a few more in the bar’s kitchen, but she won’t use those unless it’s absolutely necessary. at most, he’s got a bit of a cold that’ll pass soon enough…she hopes.

his eyes crack open. cid sits up, pushes the blanket to the side. the tablets and water are taken with a scratchy murmur of thanks. (treading the line between awake and asleep. among the most irritable parts of being sick.) it’s a solid two minutes before he finds his bearings.

he ain’t used to this. getting rest, taking things slow. you know what cid is used to? people ignoring the shit he’s told them. 

he downs the remaining water and roughly swipes his hand across his mouth. mustering a grouchiness that borders on downright immaturity: “ told you to wake me, dammit. ” he attempts to glare, too, though it lacks any real bite. 

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yo, i tweaked my theme. how does it look? :3

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@justapeskyninja​​, sc

“ shit! shit! shit! ” he hollers, leans against his spear to catch his breath. (in, out. in, out. creepy bastards gave him a fright.) the tall grass surrounding them is littered with fallen monsters. cid was already irritated before the ambush. even though it’s arrived and passed, his mood stays disagreeable. 

nothing like monsters to keep you on your damn toes. he grips his spear a little tighter, head shaking.

“ hate those things. ” sideways glance at yuffie. fixing his goggles: “ you good? ” asked in the gruff manner used during most conversations.

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@heavenlyfighter​​: ‘ what’s all the fuss about? ’

animals of farthing wood, accepting

“ your cat – ” cid points an accusatory finger at the stalking furball behind him. the critter meows innocently, sways its tail. “ – attacked me. ” that’s an exaggeration. the nasty slice across his palm, while painful, is hardly the doing of a bloodthirsty animal. (cid highwind. part-time pilot. full-time cat hater.)

with his good hand, he takes a puff of his inhaler. shoving it back into his pocket and catching tifa’s expression: “ don’t give me that look, woman. ” baby blues narrow. his shock of blond hair sways in the wind. “ the miniature shit could’ve killed me. ”