#ndeavor

[silverelite]

Zack: Hey, I’ve never seen you use that sword before. To be carrying it around like that, isn’t it kind of a waste? [insp by @ndeavor]

[braskide]

Ma'am........ ..I am looking respectfull y

apollo coming out of h*rny jail just to go back there right after like

[kissafist]

"Give me a kiss and then I might consider it." Is he pushing his luck? He's not going to know if he doesn't try now will he.

    ligneous floorboards shrill under the weight of each careful step; their voyage down rackety stairs marred by a silent grimace. it’d taken the pair quite a while to finally coax enlivened youth toward slumber’s embrace, should the kids wake...well, who knew what shenanigans they’d concoct. it’d become a routine almost; after the mercenary was done with his own business, he’d venture over, spend time with the kids, help her with the bar, support her with everything she’d ask for and even the things she didn’t. it was a new normal, the kind she could get used to. instinctively, she saunters behind the bar and he leans against it, back toward her as he waits for her to round the bar and perch herself on a stool beside him.

      ❛  we finally got them down, huh ? ’ quieted utterance fills the space between them as a smile stretches across rosy lips, ❛  they get so excited when you’re here, ’ she comments soundly, subconsciously seeking their preferred poison for the evening and procuring two cans of beer, mindlessly cracking open his before offering it to him and taking a sip of hers as she settles on a stool, him next to her. he came around more often, spent much more time with them...it wasn’t always like that. of course, being privy to this, she’d immediately learned to appreciate the moments when they presented themselves. 

    it’d been about a year since she’d met him in his room and he informed her he was leaving...again. he was moving, something he needed to do in order to heal, to forgive himself, to earn his way back home. she’d understood that, the undeniable need to sort oneself out, and she was pleasantly relieved he was merely a few blocks away from the bar. he was around, his presence lingered no matter. at first, his visits were fickle although over time, he’d stop by to check on the kids, maybe even her. he’d help out, sometimes finding reasons to visit like a broken pipe or air conditioner ( granted, she’d be sure to call him right away when something broke )...and she ? excitement swam beneath her skin every time he visited; followed by the silent tinge of disappointment whenever he announced his departure. his visits were always welcomed but some how...some where...at some point, she’d discovered she never wanted him to leave. it was inevitable the brawler had begun to reciprocate. the moment he spared her a key to his place, she hadn’t been clear on why he wished such a thing. yet, she would randomly show up with food, or casually pop in after dropping the kids off at school simply to check on him. for so long, she’d convinced herself this was platonic, this wouldn’t get deeper....not like how it once was. he’d made his disinterest clear back then. for so long she convinced herself there was nothing between them...and now ? now, she wasn’t so sure. she’d even tried dating a few months back...the allure wasn’t all that alluring; it left much to be desired. or perhaps...she simply desired him.  

    they’d been getting closer lately; shared a few bouts of affection, lingering touches, increased proximity, longing looks, deep conversations, acts of service...gods, she couldn’t even pinpoint and describe all of the saccharine moments they’d shared. the way he’d lean in just a tad simply to listen to her ramblings, the way he’d mindlessly tease her and crack jokes...all ways he’d bestow her with the joy she’d been deprived of for so long and successfully uncover a beaming grin he beckoned. 

    not to mention that kiss they shared a few nights ago...signaling the start of something new...something reborn...something different. this something was rapidly resurfacing past feelings, feelings she thought she long since buried. it had all felt...natural ? just like this. them conversing over a beverage, the dimmed lights of the bar providing an ambience synonymous to romance. it...simply felt right. it felt right being around him. it felt right to kiss him that day...  

    ❛  hey so, ’ she clears her throat, leaning closer, ❛ do you think we can go shopping tomorrow ? the kids need a bunch of stuff for school...i may need a few things too, ’ she puckers her bottom lip outward, sparing him a pleading look, ❛ could use a bag carrier... ’ --- and your company. 

        ‘ give me a kiss and then i might consider it.’ 

   she unceremoniously chokes on her beverage, a deep flush clings to her cheeks as she coughs through the minor discomfort. she was utterly taken by surprise when he asked for a kiss so...casually. biting her lip for a moment, uncertain and confused, torn between asking him what the hell they were doing, and simply basking in...him. gods, this would complicate things...wouldn’t it ? gods...was he really that interested ? 

     ❛  oh ? is that right ? ’ the brawler purses her lips, gracing a knowing look, voice adopting a mirthful inflection. she realizes just what game he’s playing...if he gets what he wants, then she does, that’s how it worked.  

      she settles her beer on the counter, slowly rises to her boot clad feet and stands before him,  ❛ so if i give you a kiss... ’ the monk ascends on her toes, forearms rest lightly over his shoulder blades, as digits clasp lazily behind his neck, ❛...you agree to be my personal bag carrier tomorrow ? ’ 

       ‘ that’s what i said. ’

      ❛  no take backs, ’ she whispers along the skin of his jaw before pressing full lips along his cheek. she sighs softly, leaning back to gaze into those mako blue eyes, ❛ clo.ud...what...’ should she ask...? would asking ruin things ? they’re so good right now, things are going so well...should she...? but gods, she had to know. just...what were his intentions ? did he mean all of this..? is it all just a way for him to pass time...? or did he genuinely want her...? if such resulted in the former, she wouldn’t stand for that. the nervous tick returns, the uncertain nibble on her lip. she inhales a sharp breath, here goes nothing, ❛ clo.ud...what are we doing ? ’

/ @ndeavor

[badassbarmaid]

@ndeavor​

Tifa wiped sweat from her brow, a sigh escaping her lips as she stood up from her crouched position by the bed. Hair clung to her neck, slipping through from her makeshift bun from earlier that morning. Her knees were a little sore, but she didn’t mind. She wanted everything to be perfect. 

Cloud was coming home today, after all.

The kids were outside collecting flowers for downstairs (at Marlene’s behest), and one of his favorite dishes was in the oven for dinner. Was Tifa putting too much into all this? Probably, but she wanted to make sure Cloud felt comfortable returning to the bar. 

Looks good, she mused proudly, looking around his room and seeing her finished efforts. Everything was neat and tidy, save for the desk -- that was always his domain and she wasn’t going to mess with it. His bed was cleared and made with clean sheets, surfaces were dusted, and laundry was set up proper in his small closet. 

The all-too-familiar roar of an engine outside distracted her, as did the excited cries of Marlene and Denzel below. 

“Cloud’s home!”

“He’s here!”

Pulling her hair free from her bun, she brushed off her hands on her shorts and smiled, feeling a little lighter than before. Turning on her heels, she strolled out of his room and down the stairs with hope in her heart. 

Cloud was coming home, and this time, he’d hopefully stay.

[xkuja]

||  THOUGHT-PROVOKING HEADCANON MEME || @ndeavor​ asked: 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? 

      Yes~. In FFIX the concept of an afterlife is less significant and talked about than in other titles, despite one of the major themes of the game being death.

      Those who are privy to it, Kuja included, understand that the souls of the dead return to the planet’s Crystal, where their memories and experiences are absorbed and the soul is sent back to be reborn again.

      Kuja also knows that his soul happens to be a Terran soul.

            And he knows that Terra’s crystal is now obliterated.

      As far as he is concerned, there is no afterlife for him. There is nowhere for his soul to go. There is no second chance. He’ll stop existing all together. Nothing but darkness. For eternity. *cue pipe organs*

[fcragil]

apollo : u know its ok if tseng gets aggressive , me & cloud understand cloud : i miss her to y’know  tseng : just ignores him - meanwhile aerith in the lifestream over here like : wow that's all u got to say aerith : miss me out loud bitch , wtf

@noirtux  / @ndeavor .

[aetla]

@ndeavor

hahaha ... .. .. .. ... ..  apollogise. 

[blastrebel]

HAPPY       WEDDING        DAY            ( @kissafist​  &  @ndeavor )     !            I       dedicate       this       gift       to       you        both        amazing       people        and        to        the        dedication        you’re       putting       through       this       beautiful       event.        I       hope       you       have       a       wonderful       day       filled       with       joy       and       fun           < 3           be   careful   with   Angelo,   she  might   dig  around  holes  through   the   sand   during   the   ceremony.