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[junglecatt]

@pxperhearts --- QUIET.

HE’S ALWAYS HAD A SHARP EYE FOR USEFUL THINGS. he’d been peering between the jungle branches for years. an ocelot is a proud creature. an ocelot prefers to hunt alone. an ocelot prefers to pick the prey in which he’s guaranteed the best investment on. so he’d noticed quiet on day one; noticed her value and noticed the way she slowly began to look at big boss venom. she was admirable that way. she wasn’t like kazuhira; her potential lied in her ability to be dotingly loyal, not useful in the happenstance of mutual intention. yes, ocelot RESPECTED HER.

but respect wasn’t why he saved her. respect would’ve been allowing her to do what she thought best. abandon herself to the desert snow and never return. never harm nor hurt. never utter a word. as he was, ocelot was acting like a cat proudly bringing dead things to its owner’s porch. look at me, he’ll say (though he won’t----- he’s not conceited! to go above and beyond is just what should be expected!), and he’ll drop the prized bird with her wings still intact at the door to outer heaven. SHE’LL STILL BE OF USE, SNAKE! 

she stirred awkwardly next to him, weak and delirious and very recently clothed. what a way to die; to cover up your nakedness, to shield yourself from god because the serpent had whispered the wisdom to be bashful. things were ironic that way. to pull those layers off wasn’t as hard as he’d expected it to be; near-suffocation had weakened her significantly, and so her movements were sheepish and dull. 

 〝covering yourself up is about the only way to do it, huh? smart,〞he said, soft and sharp.〝but there’s plenty more you can do for the boss besides die. you’re much more a help alive. we’d all like you better that way.〞

[of-invisible-ties]

@pxperhearts​ II Starter Call II @ Frederick! 

“Frederick! You know what’s here?”

Given his ears and festive garb, it wasn’t terribly hard to guess. Despite that, Chrom still insisted on doing ... whatever this was supposed to be. He beckoned Frederick forward, a wide and wild grin spreading across his face. 

“That’s right! SPRING!”

“And the first thing that we do at spring festivals is take breaks! And there’s no one exempt from this. Absolutely,” he said, his eyes narrowing, “No. One.” 

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pxperhearts replied to your post: No one is paying attention to him and he is angy

yuna vc: if you keep frowning like that it might just stick (she just wants to bug him idk)

          “If that’s the case, then it would have stuck like this a long time ago.”

[tenebriism]

@pxperhearts ;; REQUESTED STARTER - VARRIC:

             “  ya  know,  hawke...  “  

     whatever  he’s  gearing  up  to  say,  it’s  bound  to  be  a  hard-hitter,  whether  humorously  or  emotionally.  varric  isn’t  one  to  bite  his  tongue  --  might  WARP  a  story,  or  two,  or  ten  --  but  his  honesty  (  when  it’s  necessary,  selective  though  it  may  be  )  he  thinks,  is  one  of  his  best  traits.  he  motions  for  hawke  to  join  him  at  the  table,  a  hearty  drink  just  within  arm’s  reach  on  the  table.  he’s  already  grabbing  for  an  empty  goblet  to  pour  her  one,  too,  should  the  urge  to  drink  be  just  as  intense  for  her  as  it  is  for  him.

         given  the  shitty,  and  WORSENING,  state  of  the  world,  even  andraste’s  most  dedicated  and  purest  of  servants  are  likely  sloshed  right  now,  or  well  on  their  way  to  it.

                      “   i  admire  you,  and  not  simply  for  the  reasons  you  may  think.  “  whatever  they  are  --  granted,  the  list  was  pretty  lengthy,  but  he’s  not  seeking  to  feed  her  ego  right  now.  he’d  save  that  for  a  night  when  she  REALLY  needed  it,  and  he  suspected  those  would  be  plentiful,  as  the  months  progressed,  “  it’s  not  easy  making  the  choices  you  do.  i  stopped  caring  what  others  thought  of  me  long  ago,  but  i’m  not  the  one  calling  the  shots  around  here...  AND  you’re  an  apostate?  shit  --  this  is  going  to  be  a  story  for  the  ages.  “

        “  just  hope  the  ending’s  good  for  you...  for  ALL  of  us.  i  don’t  want  to  have  to  improvise  on  the  ending  just  to  keep  folks  from  drenching  their  ruffles  in  tears.  “  a  bitter  chuckle,  and  an  equally  bitter  sip  of  his  drink  follows.  it’s  too  early  to  tell  where  the  path  may  lead  for  either  of  them---  hell,  he  may  not  even  come  out  of  this  ALIVE,  but  the  world  doesn’t  necessarily  need  HIM.  

                   they  need  HAWKE.

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@pxperhearts​(Gamora) liked for a starter - accepting

“Might be useless considering where we are but do you know where I could charge my cell phone here?” 

[phantomarchive]

Plotted starter for @pxperhearts​ with Cid and Jessie!

It almost feels unreal that Jessie would run into Barret, Cloud, and Tifa again, but somehow she’s managed it, along with some new people they’ve met since leaving Midgar. She cries when she sees them, clinging to Barret, hugging Tifa tightly, a little surprised when Cloud lets her hold him firmly for several long moments before letting go. She’d thought she was going to die, then, while recovering, thought she’d never see her friends again - was devastated to learn Biggs and Wedge didn’t make it. But here she is now, blinking through her tears and grinning that she didn’t lose everything with that miscalculation she’d made.

She forces herself to stay up late into the night, as if falling back asleep will make them disappear and all of this will just be a wild dream, but eventually finds herself outside so she wouldn’t potentially wake them while tinkering with a new gadget she’s been working on. Of course, she’d seen this ship on her way in, but now that her heart’s finished pounding and her eyes aren’t swimming with tears anymore, she goes back to get a proper look, pocketing her project.

“An airship,” she breathes in awe as she gets closer, and she wants to touch it, to crawl inside and see how it works, how much more complex it is than a car or a bike. Maybe fly it, but even just the thought is overwhelming and she laughs an unnerved breath at the idea. “Damn, she’s beautiful.”

[edgymuses-a]

@pxperhearts​ said: DD nudges Eli's arm with his snout and looks at him imploringly.

                                     RANDOM ASKS  ⇢  ALWAYS ACCEPTING !

Ocean like eyes glance upon DD and    NATURALLY ,  pets his father’s trusty canine companion. Fingers running between dusty fur ,  admiring the the texture. The clone in awe that such majestic beast    WOULD ALLOW    Eli to pet him. Let alone get near him. Finally the boy utters a mumble commenting it with his usual scowl.    ❛  Good boy.   ❜    

Having someone who isn’t    CONSTANTLY WATCHING    was relieving. Aloof was best way to describe the young man. Friendship isn’t a primary goal for him. Quickly eyes shift towards the looming orange ball that set the endless sea. The luminous rays    BEATING    upon the boys face and a hand hovers over his eyes. A rarity for him to enjoy a small moment like this. Strange... he    ACTUALLY ENJOYS    this.....    

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@pxperhearts​ asked: 💬 for lara // MEME

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