May 17, 2020
You are not a Stone, So you can be too cute
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You are not a Stone, So you can be too cute
This is your regular reminder that you are dope and I love you.
This is your regular reminder that you’re amazing & dope and that we love & support Kanna in this house.
And that I love you too.
And that if you’re feeling down that this post exists for the many reasons that I love you.
@dreamesweaver // “Here, I’ll clean and bandage it. Alright? Will you let me?”
"No, I will not!" He punctuates his words, his body tilting away so that she clearly understand that he does not want to be touched. Not when he's hurt. Hurting. Throbbing. Pain. Especially when he's hurting. In his palm, the gash continues to weep, but despite the mess, Seifer holds it close to his chest, guarded. The pinch in the iron door all but took out a sizeable chunk in the meaty part between his index and forefinger. Fingers present themselves with a tremor and glisten in red as they move. A traumatic injury, one that got his blood pumping when the door tried to close on him, but never mind that— how did Ellone know he was in here?
Blue-green eyes cast to the cold tile floors, and he sees a few droplets of blood. There's likely more out in the Infirmary hall— a worrisome thought considering they would lead out to the parking garage, particularly near the maintenance access hatch down into the MD levels….
And she would smell it on him, too. The stink of grease and oil. Steam and moisture hung in the air around him, his ordinarily clear skin having something of a dry shine to it.
The throb in Seifer's hand is starting to place emphasis on how deep that wound really is, so instead of kicking her out of the examining room and risk Kadowaki catching them both, he casts a sideways glance at her, cautious. "At least close the damn door if you're gonna be in here…" At least he can contain the spread of information by keeping his eye on Ellone. Making sure she doesn't tell anyone what she's seen.
The rolling chair he's seated in whines as he turns his attention back to his hand, carefully dipping it into the basin half-full with water. "Surprised you're still here. Figured you would've been whisked away back to Esthar, by now."
I mean, I just lowkey miss yo Seifer and Xu on my dash. That's it. That's the ask. I'll see myself out now.
gently hugs!!
everything went to hell, but now that i am moved and we have internet, there will be SO MANY MORE FEELINGS coming soon <3
listen up folks, cause dusk is about to gush about one of her favourite people.
Kanna aka @faintvalour aka @praetcr aka @dreamesweaver aka I forget how many blogs you have is one of my favourite people in the world.
@dreamesweaver asks: "what is it that i did, quisty, that has made you so distant? please tell me."
She feels shockingly hollow, Ellone’s words reverberating through her rib cage, sending jolts of pain to her chest. Like a child being reprimanded for disobeying orders, her heart rate increases in embarrassment, the waves of heat and chills pulsating through her limbs and settling into her extremities. Surely, her ears must be bright red.
It’s true. There has been some level of avoidance on her part. Unable to confront her feelings of inadequacy souring, slowly, into resentment, Quistis simply tip-toes around the conflicting emotions. It’s much easier to become diplomatic, professional, but impersonal around Ellone than to admit the petty fact that she’s jealous. Not envious, no, she recognizes the hardships the woman has gone through and doesn’t wish for that life at all. It’s jealousy. Her status within the group has (seemingly) been revoked since Ellone’s return. Attention shifted from her, who had taken on the older-sister role since Ellone left, to the former and true older-sister. It gives to reason that Quistis has used the status to elevate her, to give her purpose, to have some sort of presence among the others. Without it, without that level of comfort, Quistis isn’t sure where she stands with her friends, isn’t sure if the connections were made out of necessity. Someone had to step up and be the oldest of the group, the most wise and intelligent. The most capable. The most trustworthy. Ellone was not an object to be replaced, she knew. When she was taken away and Quistis stepped forth from the shadows with the intention of being a source of fulfillment for Squall, ultimately, she failed. As she should have. It wasn’t the same as replacing a lost toy with another gift. It was so much deeper than she could have ever known, or perhaps she did know and didn’t have the ability to express it at the time. A part of her always wondered if Squall’s aversion to her was a result of Quistis’s attempt to step into Ellone’s shoes. She would never, could never fill that spot in his heart. It was ridiculous for her to even try. “You didn’t do anything. I’m just worn out right now,” she says, and it’s at least half-truthful which is a nearly fruitless attempt at absolving her of guilt, but the little bit it grants is enough for her to cling to so she doesn’t have to acknowledge just how unfairly she’s treating her. Ellone hasn’t done anything wrong, not really. How could she, when she wasn’t even granted a chance to live her life, nor a chance to be in theirs? Ellone was this nebulous being who simultaneously played a large part in their development, and yet was almost completely nonexistent for the most crucial years of their lives. Quistis doesn’t understand it. Why do they flock to her? Someone who wasn’t there for everyone the way she was. Someone who doesn’t even understand Squall, and yet he is still drawn to her. Someone who is continuously looked-up to just for existing. Shoulders tense and the feeling of embarrassment seeps out of her like oil. She smothers the shame with stubborn bitterness, returning to the previous activity of taking inventory of medical supplies instead of acknowledging her company. It’s proving Ellone’s point, but she believes she can disguise it as simply being unavailable due to the nature of her job.
-> @dreamesweaver asked: Griffin (aside of the masamune!), Kraken, Succubus --- Prompt from: Mythical Creature Ask Meme
Griffin: Does your muse have any priceless possessions?
Before his fall in Nibelheim, his office (now derelict and abandoned) contained a lot of his more prized possessions. Souvenirs from his time at Wutai are something he cherishes, more specifically a golden cat with an automatic moving arm that he keeps on his desk. It was a gift from one of the Wutain children he saved from a falling pillar during the final battle that decided Midgar’s victory. While the populace hated him, this one act of kindness gave way to another.
Another item that’s a little bit more closer to home was a picture of Jenova. It was fabricated, but he thought it was the real Jenova that was the woman who gave birth to him, his mother. Of course, we all know how this turned out in the end. Most of the possessions in his office were thrown away or burned, the weapons that he kept from the Wutai War were salvaged into raw materials. All his files, reports and personal details were wiped from ShinRa’s database. His medals were to be stored away, never to see the light of day again.
Kraken: What haunts your muse?
His childhood plays a very big part of what haunts him even through his adult life. While he just hides it away from everyone else around him, it is very much a private affair that he has dealt with most of his life. He suffers from nightmares about all the experiements that had happened to him: from being trapped in a giant test tube, syringes and needles being inserted into his body, being made to bleed for tests. Luckily the older he got, the more he came to accept that he was different from all the rest of the people around him but these nightmares still take their toll on him, even if he tries to endure it.
Also Hojo kinda a creeper (OH MAAAN) and he hates him.
Succubus: How does your muse view sexuality?
While Sephiroth is straight (at least in my portrayal), he thinks being open and free about who you love is very much important. He knows many a people who are attracted to all manners of people and he thinks it’s absolutely lovely. Affection, desire, love and passion are precious things to Sephiroth, and while he feels like he’ll never be able to find someone to truly love, he finds it a delight when he sees some of his squad with a signifcant other. Hearing them talk about how devoted they are to them, whoever they are and whatever they identify as is a blessing and gift.
A little off note: If there was a campfire, he’d be that one guy without a partner to sit with but he’d be content with the marshmallows on a stick as he listens to their stories. At least in the canon verse.
❛ I was given a gift of hope ❜
starting life anew , does not ‘hap more than once . hope is a lifetime , opportunistic where permitted its need . a first , though plenty of hopeful moments abound . he know not of all her plight , though if she need saving just once , he would with haste 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖚𝖊 .
‘ may those blessed moments fall upon ye’ more than once , my dear . ‘
@dreamesweaver / sentences