#iracdies

[zakkusurifea]

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[Going with Pre-Nibelheim Incident]

iracdies

I want to:

[x] Cuddle.[] Kiss.[] Fuck.[] Never talk.[x] Talk more.[x] Be friends.[] Kill you.

If we kissed:

[] Lol nope.[] Fuck me please/let’s take this to the bedroom.[] Ewww.[] Dream come true.[x] Kiss you back.[] Smile and shrug.[x] Awkward…

We are:

[] More than friends.[] Enemies.[] Lovers.[] Bestfriends.[x] Friends.[] Acquaintances.

You bring me a flower. I…

[] Throw it away.[] Stomp on it.[x] Hug you.[] Kiss you.[x] Thank you.[x] Take it home and water it.

I wish you would:

[] Fuck me.[x] Kiss me.[] Leave me alone.[x] Notice me/ talk to me.[] Die.[] Be my friend.[x] Hug me.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes.[] No.[] I don’t care.[x] Yes I want to send you one.

[xaksu]

iracdies​

“You heard what I said.”

“P r i n c e s s.”

[wutaiiwanderlust-blog]

iracdies

Hojo had told him once, long ago that angels were for fools and children, imaginings of madmen; standing guard over the fallen on battlefield after battlefield, sword in hand and wings flared protectively at his back, he knows that Hojo is wrong.

Angels are real; they are men with bloody swords and flared wings, silent strength and promise of safety and you’re going home, soldier.

He can see it in the eyes of those still standing: relief, gratitude, the knowledge that he would stand in defense of their friends where they could not and he holds that warm feeling close, that knowledge that he is trusted to do this for them.

They do not know his name or where he comes from, but they whisper angel and his legend grows with every bloody sword stroke.

He is their savior, their battlefield angel.

(there are no monsters here)

[wutaiiwanderlust-blog]

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[[Seeing crocs and uggs and mismatching colors and patterns, then throwing the cuffs on--"okay ma'am you are a public eyesore we are throwing you in the dumpster until you learn the error of your ways"]]

[sephiroth’s dressing room confirmed for fashion dumpster]

[quartetofnine]

The death of a fairy: Sephiroths hair wrath.

“Just don’t mess up Rikku. Tha’d be about as disasterific as it gets..”

The girl wiped a small bead of sweat from her rather tiny head, her gaze still drifting around the small home. Of course, she had always heard the rumors about Sephiroth, having spent much of her time in the past months in the garden with the other gullwings. And yet here she was. And she never thought she would be standing in the mans living, her eyes scanning for anything that could be treasure. She grumbled after several minutes of searching, a large huff escaping her as she stomped her foot in to the ground. She slowly pulled out a certain bottle from her backpack, a faint grin spreading across her features as the faint idea Yunnie had spread through her head came back.

“ ‘ll teach him for not having any treasure when the gullwings come around..”

She took several paces in to the bathroom, stopping to take in momentarily just how average it was. For a person with as much of an aura of mystery as Sephiroth had, the room seemed incredibly average to the young gullwing, but the thought quickly vanished as her eyes widened at the prize she was after.

Shampoo. Jackpot, this’ll show him.

She moved quickly, sliding off the labels from the mans shampoo seamlessly, in what was likely a to practiced trick, and quickly transferring it to the own bottles she had brought with her. With any luck, the man would use the new balding cream she’d so carefully procured, and be showed a valuable lesson. She was just between two thoughts, [was the shampoo Sephiroth used lavender scented? And should she leave a note to show that she was here?] when she heard the front door open, a small screech escaping her mouth as she shoved the leftover materials in to her backpack, beads from her hair flying in every which direction before she took one final look around.

“Cya, ‘ya treasure hoarding jerk.”

And with that, the small fairy girl was surrounded in golden light, and than gone

[firixn]

Encounter

Unsure of how long he had been pursuing the enemy , the warrior traveled through what seemed like days of severity following his foe to the ends of the Earth to recover what was lost. Long leaving his companions behind , determination boiled within his veins as Firion cut down each and every foe which dared face him. It was clear that the boys anger was true. Despite the countless wounds painted upon his body he refused to rest as he claimed it wasted precious time . Exhaustion soon overcame the youth with his legs slugging along the floor lazily the blood infused blade dragging across the dirt trailing his whereabouts. Long running out of potions from the countless battles , his knees soon gave way as the boy collapsed onto all fours within the center of the lifestream. A foreign land only rumors were heard about. Where Cloud spoke of the dead circling the life of his home and now he was stuck in the center of it until he regained the energy to move on.

[xaksu]

iracdies

“I got yer coffee right here if it means you visit me more often.”

[xaksu]

Continued from here, with iracdies

[text to: Zack from coffee] And what about it?

[text to: Daddy] i’m not the one with the busy schedule

[text to: Daddy] though with how much time you spend at that coffee shop, i’d have guessed otherwise

[text to: Daddy] when are you free