#meialesait

[devilreno]

@meialesait​

       Ya wanna get your own? ‘Cause this one has his saliva on the straw and he’s totally blowing in it to make bubbles.

[twistedhxart]

As the sun was going down and the streets were covered in a warm orange already Lian left the small coffee shop he was working at. Actually he wanted to head home but something was catching his eye as a woman walked past him. She lost something which looked like a wallet without noticing. In the moment he wanted to reach for it to give it back to its owner someone else - a boy - was faster, grabbed the wallet and was about to run away.

With a few big steps Lian reached him and pulled him back by the hood of the sweater he was wearing. “I'm sure this is not your property.”

The boy wasn’t in the mood of attacking him, he was rather scared, broke himself free and threw the wallet onto the ground. As Lian could finally pick it up, he searched for the woman and went after her before she would’ve been out of sight.

“Excuse me! You lost something.”

@meialesait

[turkoftheslums]

💞

Send me a “ 💞 ” and I will talk about a blog that I look up to

@meialesait / @reapersxfolly

Let’s tackle you, shall we? :)

I think you’re pretty amazing. RPing and art? Who gave you permission to be so talented? Your Tseng is a delight to witness on the dash, especially when he’s personally attacking the Reno of @sadistic-second (hi again, Asher. Don’t mind me), and I enjoy what we’ve built between Reno and Ashe - though we really need to delve into this more.

[talesfantastic]

🥜 - What’s the nuttiest thread you’ve ever had?

Okay I know a lot of people following me here either (1) aren’t in the FF7 fandom or (2) weren’t in the FF7 RPC a couple years ago but. Back when my main blog was @directorlazard (Lazard Deusericus, FF7: Crisis Core) there was this... massive spontaneous event I was a part of that we called the SOLDIER Olympics.

And it was basically what it sounds like. There were insane events and shenanigans (I think @firxga started it, but a ton of us were involved, including muse duplicates) and poor Lazard was running on caffeine and was 1000% sass and it was just... so. much. fun but it was also insane.

Like, I’d been OOC watching it brewing but then I was tagged by a Reeve (sadly no longer here) and after some IC banter with them and @exsiliumductoris there was no choice but for Lazard to IC get involved and try to “moderate” things (I’m not complaining, it was fantastic) but again, insane. Threads updating every minute or so, people were replying all over the place, multiple people per thread, tons of dash commentary I can’t even begin to explain it properly if you weren’t there.

Of course, I’ve since lost my original directorlazard blog, so my records, too, are gone. -sighs- but that was most definitely the nuttiest thread/series I’ve been a part of.

[evil-robot-cat]

meialesait replied to your photo: albedosoyna: THIS RIGHT HERE THE FROGS HAVE MINI...

how does frog!vincent hold a gun????

No gun necessary.  He’ll use Slash All and give enemies tiny papercuts with his frog gauntlet.

[thecxmmissioner]

@meialesait​ started following you ( just now, really ).

“ Ah, my favorite escort. Ready for another riveting hours-long trip to a remote reactor site? ”

[kychchc]

♫ + meia

♫

This one was easy. Like, as easy as I’d be for Meia if she was a real woman--I mean uh. Anyway! Meia has gone through Hell on numerous levels, and now she’s reached that point where all of that has made her incredibly strong--and more importantly? She knows it, and she’s not gonna take your shit anymore.

We stan Meia in this house, y’ins!

[mcurnful]

@meialesait

After all the anticipation, it seemed that Dietrich just wasn't going to show.

Her delay had already lasted well over twenty minutes, after all. She could have told her something different, that she was going to cancel last minute, that something came up. But, instead, Dietrich had laid breadcrumbs of information about herself. Just the tiniest amount. Even with the breadcrumb trail, she still promised more. 

Promised that she was someone else when she wasn't working.

Someone that couldn't exist at the same time as her.

Familiar footsteps crept up behind the other SOLDIER, with the light clinking of bottles following them. "I know I'm late," she begins, taking a small breath through her nostrils. "But I needed to get in contact with someone first. Sorry." 

She steps out into plain view, gesturing to the bounty she had within her grasp. "I hope half-frozen beer makes up for it."

She was different. In appearance, mostly, but there was something about this secluded street that brought out who she was. Her gait was significantly less professional, her spine's position matching more that of a regular woman, not a SOLDIER.

She wore a large olive bomber's jacket that bore a few unique patches, some worn, and some much more recently sewed on. The back of the jacket had a large, unidentifiable faded insignia. Memories of a life lived, but not maintained enough outside of her job.

"I doubt it's even polite to introduce myself to you the right way at this point." Every part of her feared showing anyone involved with Shinra the rest of her, and though the doubt crept over her skin, she chose to ignore it for just a little while longer. "... My name is Amelia."

With that, she reaches for one of the bottles before handing it to the other woman.

“And I’m sure you and I have a lot to talk about.”