#comedicdeath

[feyras]

Birthday? Sephiroth vc idk you but Stabs ❤️

a stab from sexiroth ???? thanks one winged daddy

[nibelfist]

stabs you ❤️

masamuno

[nibelblade]

" good! you're awake. i was beginning to worry... " ZAG

...worry? the groggy film of sleep is blinked away, revealing a gladdened zagreus kneeling by his bedside. when he'd been teetering on the edge of conscious and unconscious, he could have sworn the words were distinctly female. a familiar voice that reminded him of his mother. wait... bedside? when cloud gathers his wits about him he attempts to sit up, disoriented. the sudden rise has him hissing out his discomfort at the flare of pain nestled beneath his ribcage. a glance down reveals fresh bandages wrapped tight just below his breastbone, bruises littering his torso like paint splattered on a canvas.

“   what happened out there?   ”    

out there. he recalls an ambush; though the enemy was a blur of whites and greens. cloud looks up at zag, fingers curling into a weak fist. zag doesn't look injured which offers him a fleeting sense of comfort. if one was rendered maimed and unconscious, he finds relief to know it was him. struck with a realisation, cloud whips his head around in search of his... zack's buster sword. he thinks he'd rather lose a limb than lose his sword; it carried an importance he couldn't fully comprehend, be in his dazed state or sobered. “   where's my━ ... my sword?   ”

[miimpii]

@comedicdeath [ Cade & Dante ] 

     SHE would have whistled or greeted in a sing-song tone to get Dante’s attention from across the room, but perhaps a silent entrance was more than enough to make her presence known. After a small gig (and a brawl) in a bar happened in one night, Cade figured to visit her best friend and fellow hunter to sit back and relax... maybe have some pizza while at it. So, the guitarist made herself at home and decided to sit on Dante’s desk, her one leg up as she took a slice of pizza and bit on the crust first.

     AMBER eyes shifted their gaze at him while she continued to eat her slice, before giving a peace sign at Dante with her free hand and wiggled her brows -- it was her way to say ‘sup’.

[nibelblade]

❛ i don’t need you anymore. ❜ - sephiroth hallucination :)

he  can’t  escape  him.

sephiroth.  was  he  even  real?  not  this  time,  no…  just  a  hallucination.  one  that  kept  coming  back  to  terrorize  him  as  he  had  in  life.

one  shrouded  in  smoke  and  always  engulfed  in  flames  upon  his  departure.  cloud  catches  him  in  his  periphery  like  traces  of  a  ghost,  the  tail-end  of  his  cloak  vanishing  behind  a  sharp  corner.  he  can  never  catch  up  to  him  and  when  he  does,  he  yearns  for  nothing  more  than  to  be  rid  of  him.  the  feeling  that  overwhelms  him  is  one  of  hatred  and  disgust,  of  fear.  his  undying  nemesis,  even  in  his  dreams.  and  yet  through  that  fear  and  hatred,  he  feels  a  tinge  of  remorse.  an  incomprehensible  sadness  and  disappointment.  why?

his  head━  cloud  doubles  over,  fingers  grasping  for  leverage  of  some  kind  and  his  vision  fills  with  static.  an  arm  wraps  around  his  stomach  at  a  phantom  pain,  as  if  he’d  been  impaled  by  his  masamune  again.  the  ghostly  figure  of  sephiroth  grows  nearer  and  as  he  does,  cloud  begins  to  doubt.  is  this  a  hallucination?

the  man’s  words  cut  through  him  as,  slowly,  he  peers  up  at  him.  i  don’t  need  you  anymore.  did  anyone?  his  knees  buckle  and  he  takes  a  tentative  step  back.  

   “   then  why  are  you  here?  to  torment  me?   ”

[feyras]

there  was  no  reason  for  shinra  to  occupy  wutai     .     but   here  were  soldiers  by  the  thousands  taking  over  the  land  of  her  people  and  disrupting  the  peace  they  maintained  for  centuries     .     it  shouldn’t  annoy  manami  as  much  as  it  does     ,     and  yet     ,     anytime  she  sees  one  of  those  shinra  lapdogs  she  can’t  help  but  seethe  with  frustration  at  their  presence     .     to  each  their  own     ,     but  loyalty  always  came  at  a  price     .     her  eyes  fall  on  one  soldier  in  particular     .     she  assumes  that  he  must  be  high  in  rank  from  how  he’s  dressed  but  it’s  his  obviously  too  tall  stature  that  primarily  catches  her  attention     .     @comedicdeath  is  a  menacing  visage     .     in  truth  she’d  hate  to  ever  cross  paths  with  him  on  a  battlefield  simply  from  the  sheer  size  of  him  alone     ,     but  she  knows  her  fellow  wutaians  would  be  the  one  to  do  so  if  this  tension  escalates  into  war     .     a  tragedy     ,     truly     .     her  curiosity  is  prematurely  cut  off  by  a  shrill  yell  across  the  village     ,     a  man’s  voice  yelling  about  the  rogue  tech  making  its  way  directly  towards  her     .     manami  could  defend  herself  to  some  extent     ,     but  to  go  up  against  one  of  shinra’s  battle  robots  wasn’t  something  she’d  fare  well  against     .     the  ground  rumbles  beneath  her  feet     ,     the  trees  swaying  from  the  breeze  as  it  approaches     .     she  accepts  death  but  does  not  welcome  it     .

[ofspark]

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇.

@comedicdeath​ asked: try again . - sephiroth

          "𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚!" Roars the storm. Rapidity in stride, war bites at soles; the clatter of blades singing around them is naught but normalcy in this lifetime. Warring perpetuity consumes && makes a home in her bones. It envelops the lingering humanity lost in the waters of her eyes since hardened by battle-born duty imposed via divine influence. Leave it to the gods to merely breathe && their will be done. But lo, be ever certain that their wishes never be of their own doing. They find their champions, delegate the trouble to others unexpecting; && then they fight. Tooth && nail, gnashing teeth of a wolf daring the other to impede her further. Slipstreams of scarlet at the behest of immeasurable && undeterred prowess clashing with the sovereign of despair. A part of a war that was never meant to be their own.            But even so, death come swiftly to the unfortunate soul swept away && felled. For none would have power over her again; she’d sooner walk to death’s door than be delivered. Evident in the way she fights without reservation. Colliding length of blade against the might Masamune in steel’s dance. Each exchange is like the nails in the coffin of humanity. Hammering away at what is left, dwindling away the reserves of mortality as if it were limitless; are they truly human after all is said && done anyway? When the cries of war reverberate to the stars above, what’s left when it’s over? Naught but shells of what once was. Exhaustion amidst tenacity && yet still one could recall the very moment normalcy was relinquished into the depths of misfortune. She fights on.  He will too.                                                                It’s what they do.

[miimpii]

@comedicdeath [ from inbox ]:

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ - pixie @ tenji, naoki just letting it all happen lmao

   “Eh? But there’s... nothing wrong with my hair?” Tenji blinked and turned his head to where the other was. If there was one thing he knew (at least, as far as he remembers), it would be the fact that he never touched anything that could have made his fluffy hair become a wild mess after he woke up from his nap. Could have this been the work of the petite figure? And why did Pixie wanted to fix it so badly? Did they need to prepare for something?

     TENJI scratched the side of his head and pondered on the thought, his head tilted to the side as eyes looked on at the other. “Are we preparing for... something?” He asked. “Or is there something that shouldn’t be in my hair?”