#ariescrypt

[heartinhands]

@ariescrypt requested a starter ! for zack from cloud.

He knows it's just him being in his own head about it but the inherent shame Cloud feels cloud (haha) his body like a fine mist every time he puts on his infantryman outfit is fit to destroy. He frowns at the gloves, the shirt, the pauldrons, the cowl. Even the helmet which he is sometimes thankful for because it lets him feel less like himself and more like a generic everyman--he mostly hates that, too. Especially when standing next to someone as cool as Zack. "Hey, Zack..." he hesitates, then barrels on through before he embarrasses himself out of saying anything, not leaving room for debate anymore. "Do you like your outfit? The SOLDIER uniform, I mean."

[jinxeds]

"i knew it was you" ekko to jinx :]

" and i knew i could get your attention. took ya long enough, boy savior. " jinx’s foot collided the pile of spray cans, spreading them across the alleyway. the bodies would’ve been enough proof that it was her. but, it wasn’t enough. not for jinx. " sorry about the bodies. it felt a little boring with the just art. "

[callholy-archive]

"how’s your wound?" - what if peter parker and aerith interacted :D

stanced  &  eager  for  combat,  does  the  brunette's  grasp  ‘pon  the  metallic  rod  tighten,  brows  furrowed  as  𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.  the  church  lingered  not  far  ahead,  florets  cut  and  arranged  inside  the  wagon  she  and  zack  constructed  tucked  aside;  curious  to  if  it’s  scent  𝙻𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝚃𝚂  of  the  slums.

what  harm  could  this  little  creature  inflict  ?  —  familiar  with  sharpened, decaying  fangs  +  creepy-crawly  limbs  of  a  “  ᵂᴴᴼᴸᴱ  ᴱᴬᵀᴱᴿ  ”,  aerith  easily  evaded  their  physical  attacks  from  their  countless  encounters  throughout  the  polluted  city  .  .  .  sometimes  even  antagonizing  her  opponents  with  witty  outcries:  ❛  𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙻𝚈 ?   𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  !  ❜  —  though  with  crimson  pigmentation  creeping  closer,  eerie-glowing  irises  studying  the  pinkette's  every  breath,  a  defensive  usage  of  “  ᴮᴬᴿᴿᴵᴱᴿ  ᴹᴬᵀᴱᴿᴵᴬ  ”  aids  the  ancient  from  whatever's  to  come.  an  internal  jot  of  this  fiend's  appearance:  small  in  size  though  pot-bellied,  plum-coloured  prongs  protruding  from  it's  crown  and  spine  .  .  .  &  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓.

a  cast  of  inferno,  flames  igniting  her  silhouette  as  her  octave  𝙶𝚁𝙾𝙰𝙽𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽𝚈.  could  this  mean  .  .  .  it  were  weak  to  “  ᶦᶜᵉ  ᵐᵃᵗᵉʳᶦᵃ   ”  ?  realization  washes  over  the  woman,  the  slots  nestled  within  her  weaponry  𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 + 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑,  meaning  their  brawl  from  her  opposing  position  were  to  be  𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻.  knuckles  whiten,  courageously  breathing  outward  as  steps  hasten  toward  the  rolly-polly  monster.  though  before  the  “  ᴴᴱᴰᴳᴱᴴᴼᴳ  ᴾᴵᴱ  ”  meets  the  demise  of  her  staff  .  .  .  𝐖𝐄𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃,  sending  the  fiend  sprawling  against  the  terre,  wriggling  beneath  the  sticky-restraint.  she  spins  'pon  her  heel  of  her  boot,  defenses  high  as  𝙰𝚂 𝙹𝙰𝙳𝙴-𝙾𝚁𝙱𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙸𝙶𝚄𝚁𝙴.  aerith  had  seen  fiends  like  this  before  too,  mugging  the  innocent  of  their  potions,  ethers  and  remedies  .  .  .  what  were  they  called  ?  —   ᵛᶦᶜᵉˢ  ˀ

𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂,  palms held upward +  outspread  digits  revealing  to  her  that  he  were  not  a  foe.  though instead, 𝙰 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳.  ❛  .  .  .  i  don't  know  —  –  ❜  squared  shoulders  ease  into  her  natural  posture,  lowering  the  rod  as  irises  flicker  to  the  first  degree  burn  spread  throughout  her  exposed  skin.  ❛  i'm alive,  thanks  to  you.  ❜

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 . —  – accepting.