#callholy

[hithityeah]

EVERYONE. LOOK AT THE NEW BLING.

@callholy appeared out of the aether to gift me new graphics!! Bless your soul, you sweetie pie

[callmeteor]

  kissing your lover because you believe you're going to die.

  [ @callholy ]

Aerith   …   Aerith   …       ?     …      [  ??  ]    (  Aerith.  )         ❛   Aerith!   ❜          The  soul  scratches  the  back  of  his  throat  with  its  desperate  cry,  eyes  wide,  open   /   the  world,  blurry  and  distorted.  He  chokes  for  a  moment.  One  cough,  then  two,  three,  not  four.  He  knows  she's  there.  His  heart  has  met  hers  many  times;  they've  grown  far  beyond  acquainted  –  familiar,  valued,  loved,  but  in  a  way  that  never  carried  any  sort  of  explanation. Loved  in  a  way  that  one  might  love  a  ghost;  fleetingly  and  needy.  His  hands  extend  in  a  way  that  he  wants  them  to,  but  also  in  a  way  that  he  doesn't  entirely  feel  in  control  of.  He  sees  red   .   .   .   is  he  bleeding?

For  a  moment,  he  can  force  his  vision  to  clear  as  he  peers  at  his  torso,  red  and  mangled,  her  hands  equally  as  bloody,  using  all  of  her  soul  to  ensure  his  salvation  from  oblivion.  She  needn't  expend  so  much  of  herself  for  this.  If  she  is  this  world's  salvation,  she  should  save  herself.  Leave  him  to  fade  to  ash  within  his  own  burning  heart  of  vengeance.  Why  is  he  so  angry  …  ?  Why  is  he  here?  What  has  any  of  this  been  for?            

                                           Oh.  Yeah.                            Him.       The  reason  he  lies  here,  half  a  corpse,  and  the  reason  his  world  has  been  lit  aflame  by  the  fires  of  hell,  the  reason  for  the  scar  that  has  been  re-torn  from  its  restoration,  that  his  world  does  not  exist  in  a  way  it  used  to.  The  plague  upon  his  mind,  his  visions,  his  vessel.                                                         Sephiroth.

That  home-like  voice  disrupts  his  thoughts,  pleading  for  him  to  open  his  eyes.  It  seems  the  world's  gone  dark.  In  his  mind,  he's  somewhere  else.  There  are  paths  strewn  out  before  him  –  many  of  them.  Some  feel  more  akin  to  memories  than  anything  involving  a  sort  of  future.  Some  horrific,  full  of  raging  heat  and  drowning  sorrow.  Some  are  lonely,  weak,  pathetic,  and  full  of  tears  lost  to  unbelonging. Some  are  content,  the  smell  of  his  mother's  cooking  wafting  through  the  wooden  walls  of  his  home,  dreamy  like  sleepy  mornings,  where  he  was  reminded  that  he  was  loved. There's  one  more  from  the  past,  it  seems,  filled  with  a  sort  of  chemical  taste  and  blurry  vision,  green,  sick,  nauseous,  poisoned,  and  he  feels  pain,  and  he  sees     ….  [  -------  ]   ..   -__----_-  ??????            His  head  aches.

And  then  there's  the  others.  One,  haunted,  wicked  and  cruel,  full  of  rage  and  malice,  contempt,  and  the  type  of  heat  that  does  not  just  kill,  but  alters  reality  and  destroys  every  path  it  takes.  Like,  no  matter  where  it  goes  or  what  it  touches,  it  only  wreaks  destruction.  There's  another  one  that's  grassy  and  warm,  there  are  flowers,  and  he  sees  his  friends,  all  of  them,  smiling,  extending  their  hands;  he  feels  welcome,  warm,  but  something  about  it  doesn't  feel  quite  right.  And  there's  one  that's  cold,  hollow,  the  wind  biting  at  his  cheeks  and  ears,  where  it's  everything  he  can  do  to  keep  warm.  His  friends  are  there.  Most  of  them.     …  He  looks  around  with  an  inexplicable  grief,  and  he  cannot  seem  to  find  her.  Aerith…?

                                      “  Can  you  hear  me  ?  ”            [   Yeah.  ] 

  ---_--=  ?  --------------………  “  What  about  now  ?  Can  you  get  up  ? ”

……………              “  Hello?  Hello?  ”            It  sounds  sadder  than  before.

His  foot  twitches  slightly,  his  eyelids  expose  his  sight  to  the  brightness  of  this  place  /  blinding.       [  Where  am  I  ?  ]                 Oh.  Aerith  is  here.          [  Remember.  ]

He's  bleeding,  dipping  in  and  out  of  consciousness,  and  Aerith  is  crying,  and  he  thinks  others  are  watching.  He  can't  see  them,  but  he  knows  them.  It's  as  if  the  person  he  was  before  that  blade  met  his  chest  wrought  with  crimson  suffering  wakes  up  again.  That  memory…  Waking  to  the  sight  of  her.  He  cherishes  it  still.

❛   Aerith…?   ❜   That  voice  doesn't  feel  like  his.  Careful  fingers,  shaking  and  weak,  cast  a  streak  of  blood  against  her  cheek,  and  as  she  clings  to  him  with  a  force  that  should  bring  him  pain,  as  his  eyes  are  half  lidded  and  he's  half  a  person,  he  presses  gentle  lips  to  hers,  uncertain  of  anything…  everything,  but  the  present. 

❛   I  need  some  rest.   ❜     Monotonous,  exhausted,  croaky  and  peaceful. 

                                     ❛   I  won't  leave  you.   …  I  promise.   ❜

[lumined]

❝ you look like you’ve got something to say. ❞

was it really that obvious ? he ducks his head away for a moment, slightly embarrassed that @callholy saw through him so easily. in truth, for the possibly first time in his life, reno was . . . nervous. he could hardly be blamed though, because why was he even meeting aerith's mother. it was only a given that the woman wanted to meet the man protecting her daughter at some point, though it was glaringly obvious that their was always a suspicious air about him. any shinra employee, a turk no less, hardly inspired trust, and it was something that reno didn't care about normally. but why did he care now then ? it was just aerith's idea, a casual lunch . . .

he cuts his thoughts off with a sigh, a hand lifting to ruffle through short hair before blue hues meet green.

❝ well . . . are you sure we should be doin' this ? i mean, i'm not really the kinda guy a mom would like. ❞

resident evil 4 remake ━ accepting

[dawnled]

positivity time ! / @callholy ft. @starblazes !

🍒 + @starblazes / fae's blogs <3

cracks knuckles alright lets do this--

it's been a hot minute since i've been involved in the RP community, partially because my old blog was shadow-banned for over a year & i only got that sorted after i archived / moved blogs again, & partially because i've just been so busy IRL that i had a 6-month no-show stint here for the first half of this year ---- but seeing fae on my dash upon my return honestly made me feel so warm & fuzzy inside, & perhaps it's weird because we really haven't interacted much IC or OOC at all, but it made me feel comfortable & like i'd come home .

i'm mostly used to fae from their chibiusa blog, though i know they have others, & having gotten into HSR myself within the last two years, seeing they had a blog for TB made me smile & made me so giddy, honestly ; fae always does so well with all of their characters, & you can tell they love them all so very dearly, it's so precious & heartwarming .

fae is a lovely person to see on the dash, to chat with & to read writing from - i hope that we can interact at least a bit more over time, either IC or OOC ( or both ! ), & i hope they know that they're loved, cherished & adored by so many people on this platform <3

[aeryiths]

FLORA AERITH !!!! FLORA AERITH !!!!! FLORA AERITH !!!! 🫂🫂🫂 i'm so happy to see you writing our special flower girl - cannot wait to see your interpretation of her whimsy!!

AHHHHHHHHH, WAIT, WAIT WAIT - YOU'RE BACK???? I HAD NO IDEA. EEEEEE. where have u BEEN?

LET US AERITH TOGETHER. hehehehe. Her portrayal will be nothing compared to yours though <333

[hamletsboy-a]

the   sylle - scent   always   reminds   him   of   a   time   from   before   (   delicate   heart - shaped   soft   blue   petals   named   innocence   swaying   in   the   spring   wind   &   a   world   of   remembrance   watching   the   eastern   skies   as   the   moon   rose,   never-ending   desperation   for   the   mourning   lamb   to   be   saved.   )   these   unsubtle   hours   are   no   different   —   etro’s   guiding   grace   causing   careful   dissonance   to   rupture.   hand   apathetically   outstretched,   no   different   does   a   fluttering   heart   miss   the   childish   letters   sent   between   wards   with   apology,   but   even   so,   noctis   is   the   heir   apparent   now   &   dutifully   engaged,   torn   from   the   heavens   &   laborious   reverie   ruined   by   the   crushing   reality   that   gods   are   awfully   hard   to   kill.   he   leans   closer,   midnight-dark   gaze   unwavering.   then,   unprompted,   in   a   voice   as   even   as   can   be,   he   softly   says,   ‘   you   keep   your   gods   in   balls   ?   ’

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ┃┃┃ starter for @callholy

[romancenights]

i'm just thinking about how i have seen virote for so many years now ... from aerith, to tidus, to vi's best friend winnie the pooh ... im so honoured to be apart of your little corner of the internet 🫂💓

ꕤ @callholy ari my luv?!

i am going to announce this to everyone ever! ari was one of my first five followers on virote like forreal and that was yeeeaaars back. i'd actually say maybe one of the first three? virote was a mere final fantasy x oc, he was a coward, and he sucked lolll. :/ he still sucks, but he's cooler now and has nicer haircuts!

anyway, you know i don't really believe people when they wanna be all sweet and shit here in this community, because i know how this internet space operates—i've experienced and heard enough i been on the net since 1998 its all pattern recognition at this point. but you're legitimately probably the kindest person here and there's never been a moment where i doubted how genuine you are. and ur so talented...

to me u've always been the pulse of the final fantasy rpc.

im sorry i didnt answer this earlier in the month. i was having a... medical Happening™.

anyway, you are so cozy and wonderful... much like a sweater fresh out the dryer on a rainy evening... always have been. i will always respect that.

[callmeteor]

“So … you and the Aerith huh?” — ASTER IM SORRY 🤣🤣

  @krosakis

❛   Don't  .   ❜