#demonicxspeed

[reevc]

@demonicxspeed​

        “ don’t even think about it.  I am working.” 

[cloudsmom]

"Can I marry your son?"

          || @demonicxspeed

              “Only if my son agrees to it.”

        No one could say she wasn’t a progressive woman but consent was important.

[comatosesoldier]

“If, uh... You left ShinRa and joined AVALANCHE I could praise you... every day?” Pats his head again for good measure. 

@demonicxspeed​ | x

[ofimmortal-moved]

@demonicxspeed​

“stop freaking out ---” 

[comatosesoldier]

demonicxspeed replied to your post: Why don’t we just commit some murder?

DID SOMEONE SAY MURDER?

If you kill Professor Hojo I’ll praise you and spar with you.

[omniheim]

                           ⟨     starter  ft◞        ❛   @demonicxspeed​   .     ⟩

maybe tifa’s optimism was beginning to rub off on him but cloud had truly thought he’d heard the last of that obnoxious laugh .          guess not .          head raised to acknowledge roche ;   although he wasn’t anywhere close to fond of the soldier there was yet to be any malice or frustration in his own stare ,   simply watching with recognition .

❛   you again ?   ❜          cloud wondered aloud .          ❛   if you’re looking for a fight ,   i’m kind of busy right now .   ❜

[protriroth-blog]

demonicxspeed replied to your post “angeal chest muscles are big that he can barely see u if he looks...”

oho~ hug me harder senpai~

Who are you. 

[skyfallenxsoldier]

⚡️// @demonicxspeed​ // Roche // ⚡️

      This was a terrible idea, but hey, it was part of the long tradition of Cloud’s terrible ideas, so why not embrace it? 

     “So you want to see which of us can drink more? That’s your latest idea for beating me at something?” He cocked a disbelieving eyebrow at Roche, his drinking partner for the evening. 

     He sighed and shrugged before taking another long swallow from the drink in front of him. “Why not? But if I win at this too then I think you owe me a trophy or something, because this is getting ridiculous.”

     Cloud had a decent tolerance, but it’s not like he partied. He didn’t have that kind of life after all. So it didn’t take to long for him to feel pretty tipsy.  Once he did, he leaned on Roche for support, his arm resting on the other man’s shoulder. 

     “If I’m hungover tomorrow, it’s all your fault,” Cloud complained in the other man’s ear. He was much more touchy when he was drunk. He was also less inhibited, which was perhaps why he let his eyes drift over his drinking partner more than he had for most of the night. 

      Because the thing was, Cloud knew he was bisexual. He had known for years, and yet, knowing it and doing something about it were two very different things.

       He tended to mostly ignore this about himself, or at least he had for a long time. However, lately, the universe seemed intent on drawing his attention too it. He was pretty sure Andrea Rodea he clocked him for what he was from across a crowded arena, based on the things he had said. Cloud was starting to wonder if he really had much hope for keeping it a secret.