#lockedfighter

[ethyriam]

lockedfighter  asked: ❝ where you off to? a knightly quest? ❞

&   HE   WOULD   RATHER   NOT   GO —       back   there,   to   that   place,   childhood   yearning,   water   tower   promises       —       pallid   lips   forming   the   vowels,   lisping   syllables,   lying   promises   ( i'm   going   to   be   soldier. )   everything   else   that   the   trauma   entails       —       stirs   within   restlessly,   flutters   at   the   backs   of   his   eyelids,   in   that   cold   place.       cloud   ponders   the   response,   the   weight.   that   which   knows   death.   that   grows   in   the   skull.   the   basis   for   life   &   knowledge.       that   expands   the   mind.       the   complexity   that   lies   between   pomegranate - stained   teeth,   highlights   despair       —       that   knights   are   something   spectacular    &    grand,   but   cloud   is   something   else,   something   complex,   something   monstrous.       that   the   gates   to   elysian   have   closed   to   him   long   ago   for   the   terrors   in   the   wutai   wilderness,   the   crimes   committed.       that   she   doesn't   know.

if   they   were   a   knight,   would   there   be   a   princess   in   a   tower   waiting   for   them?       or   a   dragon,   silver - maned,   great   yellowing   teeth   ( cries   from   the   mother,   weeping,   ash - skinned   &   tearing   at   the   seams       —       wild - eyed,   troubled   visitor,   hand   around   the   elbow,   thrashing - yelling,   shaking   slender   child   with   a   dull   thrum       —       keep   your   gods-damned   son   away   from   my   daughter,   claudia! )   cloud   glances   at   tifa ( @lockedfighter )   anxiously.       no,   not   a   princess       —       but   an   imposter   in   a   princess's   gown,   rich   plum   with   a   sweeping   bodice   embroidered   with   the   finest   jewels       —       homeland   amethysts   strung   on   silver   beaded   bands   to   hang   elegantly   at   prime   collarbones       —       raven   thick   tresses   smelling   of   jasmine   &    happiness,   lillies,   freedom.       they   shake,   inhale       —       camphor,   menthol       —       cid's   cigarettes       —       &       try   to   stay   here   in   the   post - gongagan   heat.

" no,   i   was   just   going   to — "   be   a   knight?       a   prince?       a   knight   wouldn't   have       —       ( interconnected   memories   splay   through   his   mind,   strange   static   humming       —       stomach   sickness,   tumbling   apologies,   constant   regret. )       maybe   if   they   weren't   so   sorry   they   could   get   the   words   out       —       i   don't   think   i   can   be   your   prince,   your   hero.       sorry   for   swinging   at   you,   sorry   for   hurting   you,   sorry   for   almost   killing   you,   sorry   for   making   you   feel   vulnerable,   sorry   for   making   you   feel   alone,   sorry   for   making   you   feel   like   you're   making   everything   up,   sorry   for   not   knowing   the   right   thing   to   do.       filled   to   the   brim   with   an   unknowing,   strange   nuclear   feeling   in   the   pit   of   his   stomach.       " well,   maybe   knights   did   side   quests   once. "

[callmeteor]

[ . . . ] PLOTTED STARTER FOR : ☞ @lockedfighter .

everything  he's  worked  for  ,  bled  for  ,  cried  for  ,  burned  for  ,  meets  him  here  in  this  moment  .  the  royal  family  of  nibelheim  and  those  associated  congregate  around  him  ,  and  he  feels  entirely  like  he  could  swallow  a  frog  .  he  doesn't  open  his  mouth  ,  he  hardly  looks  up  through  his  helmet  as  he  dutifully  marches  to  kneel  at  the  steps  before  the  princess  .  he  is  nervous  ,  yet  he  would  be  unbecoming  .  upon  taking  his  knee  ,  armor  clanking  just  as  it  might  ,  he  looks  up  to  meet  her  familiar  eyes  and  a  world  of  memory  comes  rushing  back  with  a  dull  throb  at  his  right  temple  .  he  remains  unmoving  ,  not  a  smile  of  reunion  across  his  expression  ,  not  a  display  of  the  pain  that  aches  behind  his  eyes  ,  just  a  solid  seriousness  to  mask  the  gleam  that  lights  the  deep  blues  of  his  irises  as he removes his helm . 

he  didn't  know  .  she'd  disappeared  and  he'd  left  for  a  long  time  ,  and  coming  face  to  face  with  her  right  now  -  the  princess  -  he's  really  not  sure  how  he's  supposed  to  act  .  who  she  is  .  hell  ,  who  he  is  .  nothing  makes  any  sense  ,  except  that  he's  succeeded  in  his  training  ,  and  her  rapier  is  tapping  him  at  the  shoulder  .  his  voice  comes  out  a  quiet  whisper  ,  one  meant  only  for  her  ears  ,  and  all  he  says  is  ,   ❛   tifa   .    ❜

[deadn30n-arch]

🌿、· ⋆ 。 starter call ╏ @lockedfighter

drinks…   are   not   exactly   their   forte.   if   it's   something   like   coffee   or   tea?   that's   another   story    –    but   alcohol?   even   for   a   machine,   the   bitter   burn   of   it   can   be   somewhat   overbearing.   but   it's   either   come   in   here,   or   seek   refuge   further   down   the   road   from   the   onslaught   of   rain   pounding   the   earth,   and   they'd   have   the   former.   the   less   wet   they   have   to   get,   the   better.   not   because   it   could   damage   them,   but   because   they   really   dislike   the   synthetic   fibers   of   their   hair   getting   damp.   it   takes   forever   for   it   to   dry   out,   and   they   don't   feel   like   sitting   there   for   an   hour   vainly   trying   to   blow-dry   their   hair.   so   they   sidle   inside   the   moderately   busy   bar   for   the   time   being   and   take   a   seat   at   the   far   end   of   counter,   opting   to   dig   out   one   of   their   books   in   an   attempt   to   continue   where   they   left   off.

[motherlystrife]

⸻ @lockedfighter gets a thing!

it's another typical day in the slums of sector 7, people going about their business with the occasional visitor from another sector but for claudia, it's the mark of a new beginning for her. she had finally recovered enough that she could start working to earn her own income and the blonde was fortunate enough that a place for her to work at was already secured.

she needed to earn enough money to hire a mercenary, claudia was sure that her son had survived and she wasn't going to let this go until she either sees her son again in person or... potentially find hard evidence of his demise.

the thought of her baby potentially lost to her permanently was agonizing but she shared her son's determination and stubbornness, the blonde also held a lot of hope and she could only pray for her son's survival and safety.

arriving at the bar, appropriately named seventh heaven, she knocks on the door before stepping inside. "hello? tifa, you in here?"

[outsidetraveler]

⸻ @lockedfighter gets a thing!

it's only been mere hours since their escape from nibelheim but to corvus, it felt like days, maybe even weeks. he's been busy battling his own thoughts, the on-set of grief—both fresh and old—while also focused on keeping a strict eye on his newest charge—miss tifa lockhart, the youngest survivor and wasn't that tragic.

much as he wanted to stay behind and tend to everyone else, tifa's condition was immediately a high priority, especially after his brief examination of her injuries. she needed immediate medical care and surgery but alas, a lot of his equipment were burnt along with his clinic but he did what he could to stabilize her condition in the mean time.

they were getting closer to midgar, the three of them were currently in the back of a truck—which the driver probably appreciates given both his and zangan's intense.... persuasion—himself beside tifa while the martial artist sat on the opposite side. the two of them had talked previously before settling into an anxious-filled silence. there wasn't much to do but wait and hope that they would soon arrive.

[outofcalms-archived]

(Official starter call)

@lockedfighter

How quickly she’d forgotten how easy it was to become overwhelmed in such a place; though, to be sure, the fault lay with her for insisting on ahead so far from the rest. Ceaseless were the thoughts, clouding her judgments and forcing careless actions without having meant to—catching the last of the manikins being dispatched by one such comrade, the summoner couldn’t help the way a frown found its way into her lips.

One hand releasing its grip along the neck of her staff while the other lowered it by her side, she managed to let a sigh fall from her nose and proceeded to hang her head shamefully before the woman. Eventually, she knew her sights would raise to meet a disapproving expression the other was sure to give, but out of genuine concern—far be it from herself to deny such a response; if the situation had been reversed, hers would not have deviated very far from the other.

“I’m sorry, Tifa,” Azure and emerald hues rising shyly amid the apology. “I...should have been more careful.”

And she should have been, reprimanding herself in silence before the brunette even had a chance to respond. Everyone had a reason for being here—a reason to fight so fiercely…had something or someone to protect against the powers that be. None had been above one warrior or the other, and so many of them had thoughts plaguing their minds just as she had.

She just...needed to be more mindful and aware of her surroundings.

“They’re starting to gather a lot quicker than I’d realized,” Noting the way the manikins had begun gathering in droves and no longer in pairs like they once had; the sign had been a foreboding one, and one that demanded heeding. “For what it’s worth...thank you. I doubt I would have been able to handle them all by myself.”

[littlepaperforest]

Hey there! I hope you don't mind me messaging you but I was wondering if you did commissions for tattoo's? I absolutely adore your work and I saw the Ninetails and girl and literally fell in love!! You're an incredible artist!! Have a lovely day <3

Thank you!! ♡I’m not currently open for commissions, but it’s certainly something I would consider..! I’m a tinyyy bit hesitant since my work is mostly line-less and I feel like tattoos typically rely on lines.. Maybe a tattoo artist can weigh in??I’ll make a post when my commissions re-open regardless! ♡

[tuestipuppet-blog]

@lockedfighter liked your post “tuestipuppet: Hey there lads and lassies my fake ass accent proposes...”

 “You know lass, these walls you got on your bar. Its not that stable to begin with, you might consider renovating soon, I’ve been seeing cracks everywhere I go.”