#radhalaus

[strifeborn-a]

@radhalaus​ this is how cloud has rufus saved in his phone ur welcome

[lifedxbt]

radhalaus replied to your post: radhalaus replied to your post: ...

i tHOUGHT HE DIED IM

//Yeah so he’s in a secret ending of Dirge of Cerberus for like, two seconds. He’s been in Deepgrounds since Crisis Core

[roseusuitta-a]

@radhalaus​

 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘, time dragging    agonisingly    slow.  Though she created her own entertainment, it was starting to feel like her games were becoming tedious, in need of inspiration, a thirst for more. And again, she    IDLY    wanders the corridors - often sneaking to areas that weren’t ‘off limits’ per say, but she hadn’t exactly been given permission.. Were she to be caught, her alibi would hold. She hadn’t been specifically told NOT to enter these areas. Each week, each month, becoming braver still. Her    wandering    spirit to take her through the twist and turns  -  the secrets of the building. Though, admittedly she was too young to truly understand what was being    CONDUCTED    outside of the four walls where she and her mother would rest.

         Her recent adventure taking her to some bland, dull office like corridors. And    THOROUGH    she is, exploring every room, every hidden spot. There would be of no benefit to this, but she would tell herself so. And voices could be heard from close to her location. Should she run? Peak and listen? She pauses and remembers her alibi, and tiptoes to the corner of the wall, peaking around just a little,    eager    to see something different in her day. A young boy and the president -- she had seen him once before, but from a distance and brief. She full of hope at the time that another may be moving in to their residence - someone for her to play with. But she had already been  informed by her mother that this was the presidents son, and wouldn’t be visiting all that often. 

Frown upon the younger male wasn’t so together or    PLEASANT    as he storms away from his father he appeared to be arguing with. He heading towards her, and she gasps, back against the wall. He storms past paying little to no attention to her attempting to hide, hands covering her eyes, believing she would    dissapear   . But he pays no attention, and she soon follows after him. “Hey --- are you okay?! “ She calls out, loud enough for him to hear but not to alert anyone else nearby. She speeds up to catch up with him. “ I know somewhere we can go and get some ice cream, if you’d like?” A head tilt, trying to look around him to get his attention.

[presidentshxnra]

radhalaus replied to your post “//do i intend for the first thing i write on this blog to be porn? yes...”

father pls

How do you think you were made son

[grandschemed]

@radhalaus​ / rufus & cloud.

just follow the commanding officer’s instructions.  how hard could it be, right?  oh, how familiar the sound of the piercing whistle and yet, the memory is so distant.  left, left, left, right, left, cloud marches, doing his best to blend in with the rest of the militia, pretending he doesn’t feel the weight of everyone’s gaze.

before he knows it, his squad is separated from the rest, now up close to perform for the new president himself to celebrate his grand promotion — rufus shinra.  in cloud’s humble opinion, he’s nothing more than a smirking bastard born with a silver spoon in his mouth and just as poisonous as his dead father, if not, five times worse.  just a sliver too late, cloud reluctantly salutes him alongside his fellow officers, posture tall and back straight, eyes looking ahead.  under his uniform, cloud sweats, silently begging any god for an ounce of compassion, but the show goes on.  

“congratulations, mr. president.  sir!”

[strifeborn-a]

        ❛ Mind leaving your dog outside the door? She’s making me  uncomfortable. ❜

@radhalaus​ gets a one-liner!

[lifedxbt]

| fuck | @radhalaus​​ asked | “Where the fuck do you turn it on?”  |

“As much as I would enjoy watching you struggle with this...” Tseng nudged Rufus aside slowly, taking his place. “I’d rather you not gas us.”

It was strange. Tseng had never really taken the time to consider that Rufus had never lived without Mako energy. He had spent his formative years without it, he hadn’t forgotten how to use older technologies. He had thought that the old safehouse might not be up to Rufus’s standards but hadn’t considered this.

“You have to light it yourself.” He explained, taking a box of matches and striking one before lighting the stovetop. “Why don’t you just go relax and I’ll handle the cooking?”

[shinrasfirst]

@radhalaus earned a trophy: The Johnny Experience 🏆

In retrospect, he shouldn’t have run. Sandy ground, cheap flipflops and wobbly ice cream aren’t the dream lineup for a successful jog back to his towel. For a moment Johnny is torn between a crushing sadness over having lost the ice cream he’s been looking forward to so much, and shock over having given this poor man the coldest surprise of his lifetime.      “Ahh- no! That was the last chocolate they had--” Johnny laments, but knows that’s not the most pressing issue. As much as he wants to run back to sweet-talk the vendor into giving him a discount on another cone (the coins in his pocket wouldn’t be enough to buy more), he knows he has to fix the mess he made first.

     “Sorry, bro, I tripped!” he apologizes to the blond whose chest is now covered in a mix of green, orange and brown, and lifts his napkin to start wiping at him. Damn. If only licking it off were somehow acceptable in this scenario. No, that’d be weird.      “Aishh.. it’s dripping on your pants--”