#kychchc

[ciitreae]

@kychchc​ / for context... any curious followers should read this masterpiece in order

small talk is not one of sephiroth’s strong points, and never has been, and very likely never shall be.

for all intents and purposes otherwise, though, he feels he has fulfilled his obligations to politeness. scarlet paid for dinner and so sephiroth insisted on washing the dishes when they were done; they’ve been cleaned, dried, put away, and somehow he still finds that he’s warm in the face from her comment upon him tying his hair back. (as if he wanted the ends to dip into dishwater!)

nevertheless; there he is, seated on the couch with her, and finding himself at a loss for words. he hadn’t intended to stay here for long, he thought. it was only a meal and a little stunt for public relations to deal with and the both of them very amused, and yet now it is two adults alone in an apartment, and sephiroth is well aware of certain implications that had been made earlier and what they entailed.

he did not know if scarlet was serious, and was beginning not to know if he was, either. and yet if he is, that’s even less certainty, isn’t it? in this, scarlet far, far outranks him.

“so,” sephiroth begins, and it bears the faintest traces of anxiety, “do you think it’s been long enough for the rumors to start?”

[rude-at-your-service]

Since everyone else was doing it--and since she'd had a long day--the director just sort of occupies his lap, settling in against his chest as she let out a sigh.

*Windows error*

[turkleader]

𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗖

BOLD what applies to your muse ITALICIZE what sometimes applies

Repost, Don’t Reblog!

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 cloudless sky / ocean waves / winter dusk / deserted rest stops / dust filled book jackets / sea salt in your lungs / open space lofts / mountainside meditation / empty ski lodges / calm before storms / electric charged air / lighthouses / road trips with no destination / desert skies / summer breeze through a cottage window / cool air against water soaked skin / seaside towns during off season / wind-chimes / big bed with lots of blankets / coming home after a long time away / a wolf howling in the distance / fingers dancing along spine / a hug from an old friend / afternoon tea / wild flowers off abandoned highways

𝐑𝐄𝐃 wine soaked lips / internalised rage / blood on knuckles / four poster beds / barefoot on marble floor / velvet drapes / lipstick marks / murder mysteries / old barns with hay lofts / mouth full of weapons / possessive love / dark chocolate / apple orchard visits / handwritten letters / fresh strawberry fields / cherry flavored chapstick / soft candlelight / vintage pumps / tingles over your body / strong but gentle hand around your throat / scarf tied over your eyes / fog on a rainy night / intimate bar settings / complete destruction / kiss swollen lips / scratches against flesh / sitting by a fireplace / blood orange sunsets

𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 community gardens / sunflower seeds / open fields / blowing dandelion fluffs / bubbles in spring / warm champagne / drafty cottages opened after winter / soft buzzing near your ear / loose braids / flaxen sundresses / handmade straw hats / warm butter on fresh toast / daisy chains / drum circles / sun on your face / maypoles / outdoor festivals / street food / car shows / pop art drawings / fruity flavors / mist on produce / running through sprinklers / cucumber water / wrap around porches / worn pages of a book / honey in tea / yard sales / freckled skin / tarnished gold lockets / angel food cake / windmills / flashlight beams

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 marshy swamps / Cajun recipes / haunted graveyards / old road signs / the house people tell stories about / lights flickering / jazz music / twig snapping / campfires / ghost stories / urban exploration / vines creeping up brick / wooden flutes / quiet forests / laboured breaths / hiking trails / rain on leaves / bonfires / fresh smoothies / water logged grotto / painful whispers from jealous lovers / successful business ventures / leaky cellars / park theatre productions / mint scented lotions / ambitious promises / pine needle covered floors / oil lanterns / aloe on warmed skin / crushing floral foam / forgotten towns

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 crinkle of leather jacket / midnight walks / bulbs burning out / black lacquered nails / the sound of bats screeching / distant marching band music / noises when you’re home alone / blood soaked knife / dark lipstick on pale skin / scent of sulfur / soot on boots / slasher movies / glint of cat eyes in the dark / oil slicks on dark asphalt / basement bedrooms / investigating a noise / grainy camera footage / black and white photos / dust filled attics / empty theatres / whistling in the middle of the night / scratches at your window / wrought iron gates / lace neck ruffles / long floor sweeping skirts / broken music boxes / needle scratching on vinyl / lost memories / disembodied voices / forgotten faces

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 crisp scents / laundry on a line / fleece blankets / brightly lit hospital rooms / empty train stations / genuine laughter / feathers against skin / new life / cotton dresses / log cabins in winter / swan gliding through water / harp music floating through the air / plane rides for fun / mountain tops / ice sculptures / first snowflake of winter / linen freshly pressed / the scent of a running dryer / vanilla and cinnamon milk / a smile from a stranger / letters in the mail / a longing finally satiated / kiss of moonlight on skin / fresh canvas / snow glittering like diamonds / paint strokes / pretty lie told from a kind mouth / sparklers / coffee foam art

[ooc] Once upon a time you knew the ocean. Once upon a time, you were root and stone. I’m afraid all you have now, Tseng, is silence and storm. Maybe, someday, things will be different.

Tagged By: @animus-inspire - This was a difficult one, but very interesting to delve into. Thank you, Reeve-mun. I love that you keep tagging me in these explorations~ Tagging: @gospelia, @kychchc / @hartbeating (Hope your new blog has been doing well, friend~), @lostwhitequeen (Yes, Reeve already tagged you, but I’m dragging you into this as well. *Chuckles*), anyone else that wishes to partake.

[turkoftheslums]

@kychchc continued explosive chemistry from [HERE]

Hands in pockets, Reno slipped inside the office and, with his foot, nudged the door closed. A playful air surrounded him as he sauntered towards Scarlet and sat on the side of her desk. Reno never liked Heidegger to begin with, and would never forgive him for doing the Turks dirty. So a little bit of revenge wouldn’t do any harm.

“As you’ve probably read in my file, I lived the slum life before joinin’ here. And what do we know about slum kids?” He raised his left hand out of his pocket, a set of keys dangling from his fingers.

“We can be wicked little thieves”

He held the car keys above Scarlet’s desk, waiting for her to catch them. It was about time they spent an hour or so bonding together.

[thecxmmissioner]

@kychchc​ sent —

Just how Scarlet convinced the tuxedo cat puppet—for she was only vaguely aware of Reeve's Inspire ability—to do such a thing would remain a mystery, but the end result was something memorable. Namely? Cait Sith was climbing up onto Reeve's desk, taking a spot front and center before he was beginning to do the hula. And yes, he was not only wearing a grass skirt... but he also had a lei around his neck.

Some days weren’t worth getting out of bed. Between dealing with Heidegger’s nonsense in the A.M. and Palmer’s nonsense in the P.M., Reeve was already a hair’s breadth from throwing his entire monitor out the 63rd floor window when a stack of reports came in at 4:15 that had him texting Scarlet that he wouldn’t be able to honor the plans they had made that evening.

That was an hour and a half prior to. This.

“ Cait, wh— ”

Cait Sith finished his routine with a little flourish, leaving Reeve no less baffled.

“ Lassie said to cheer up! Aaaand we may have made a deal that next time, she’ll be wearin’ the skirt. ”

Reeve chuckled and did Cait Sith the dignity of relieving him of the lei. He plucked one of the flowers out, stem and all ( it wasn’t real, but plastic flowers in Midgar often went above and beyond to attempt to replicate the real thing ), and quickly scanned his eyes around his desk— ah, there, that would do. Reeve picked it up a discarded ether bottle, shook out any remaining droplets, and placed the flower inside it like a vase which he then pressed into Cait Sith’s hands.

“ Think you can sneak up to Weapons Development without being seen? ”

The stuffed cat nodded enthusiastically.

“ Good, ” said Reeve. “ Fill this with water and leave it on her desk. Then come back here so I can smuggle you out. ” —If he was done with work by then.

[badassbarmaid]

How does Tifa sleep? Is she a sprawler of a brawler? -Shot for the pun.-

Tifa is able to sleep in all kinds of positions due to her experiences traveling and not having access to a proper bed. She could probably fall asleep standing up if left uninterrupted when exhausted. 

However, if she’s in bed, she is a total snuggler. She will cling to a pillow or a person, which speaks to how touch starved she is. This often gets whoever is on the receiving end tangled in her long hair, though, so it’d make for a smart decision to remind her to tie it up before bed!

[animus-inspire-archive]

Sorry for disappearing just to return for fandom rambling but ugh. More thoughts on trailer aside from the obvious insane amount of hyperventilation I'm doing. It's not even my birthday yet!

Is Scarlet overseeing the production of materia? Guys, guys?!

@kychchc! This is what's got me most excited!

Also, Leviathan wth?! What- what about Wutai?!

Nanaki / Red XIII looks awesome and his VA is amazing.

Black clouds, Aerith calls them Watchmen of Fate (Fayt?!) but they remind me of remnants. I just don't know what to think about it! New lore, but will it be enriching to the world? I really hope so!

Also Honeybee Inn, the slums. It's just too godammned beautiful. Ohhhhh Midgar. Will Reeve's parents be retconned out HBI I wonder?

Corneo still has his tat, yesssss, and look at the size of his mansion! He isn't just a grubby hand idiot. He's the Don of the Underworld.

Also... fuck you, Heidegger.

[xaksu]

"Kya ha ha... so what's this I hear about you whipping it out and doing the helicopter behind Heidegger's back when he's being particularly jerky?"

       yeah hi, question: what the literal fuck is going on with my life ?