#soistarve

[grieverled]

【 SEND 🤞 TO GRASP MY MUSES CHIN 】

◆  ━━  @soistarve  |  Cloud Strife sent in:

╰►   ❝「 🤞 + ❝  you don’t have to tell me how you got it.  i just wanted to see.  ❞ / from cloud iiiiif ya want and you're still accepting one/both of the memes 😌 」❞

It wasn't too difficult a mission - though... it'd admittedly given him more grief than he'd have liked.

He'd just come to expect and accept that things would forever be more complicated than they should've been. It was just his brand of luck. Still... it would have been nice to not have a surprise gaggle of Heartless try to ambush him. Though the trade off of managing to scrape by on his own so far from city walls and safety, was that the security systems were back online and able to run just as smoothly as before.

Downside was he looked like shit.

When he finds himself going through the motions upon his return, dragging the pages over to his desk as he moves to grumble and brew some coffee - he contemplates taking a potion, but puts it on the back burner as he reasons he should probably get things sorted out first before he does anything else. Healing made him drowsy, and he.... preferred to be on top of things, ready to fall over or not.

Hunched over his pages in the corner of the old Wizards home, Leon keeps to himself, hearing the idle tapping of Cid at the main computer, and with a huff, Leon moves to stand once he realizes the noise was all too distracting for him. Mind made up and irritation burning behind his decision, he makes for the door to leave. He'd get things done at home where he could heal up and pass out afterwards.

Before he can really follow through any further, he doesn't manage to make it far before he finds himself bumping into another person on his way out.  Stumbling back, his current state being given away as less than functional, Leon hisses with a low scowl as he tries to keep his files in hand.

When he glances up though, it seems life decided to toss him yet another curveball.

"Cloud?"

The other man wasn't who he'd been expecting to be in the way. Then again, he hadn't been expecting anyone if at all. For a moment, he forgets about his aches and pains, the nausea he still feels, only because of his distraction for the moment from the other suddenly showing up. He only remembers his current battered state when Cloud's brows furrow, eyes narrowing in a bit of concern before he reaches out to catch his chin between gloved fingers.

It's silent for a few moments, and though he can pull back at any moment, he's stunned for a moment on what to do next, what to react with, whether he should slap the hand away or not...

Blinking a few times, he swallows thickly, feeling another bout of fatigue roll over him like waves. He needed to get back and heal - some rest was definitely needed soon. Before he can move to swat the hand away, the other speaks, leaving him to pause mid raise.

❝  You don’t have to tell me how you got it.  I just wanted to see.  ❞

Strange.

Face screwing up, Leon carries on in lightly batting the hand off and away, averting his stare down to the pages in his hand, before he shakes his head and raises it slightly. A small gesture to the report-work as he answers in a tired tone. Well. Tired before it melts away into some concern.

"Mission. Wait... it's not that bad is it?"

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[pagetorn]

Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not.

@soistarve​ asked :  🔥🔥🔥  :D do it, coward.

❝ Him?   Attractive?   You’ve got to be kidding me... ❞   Eyes roll and arms cross defensively across her chest.   ❝ Maybe if he kept his mouth shut for longer than two seconds...   And wiped that shit eating grin off his face...   and stopped hiding his eyes behind those god-awful shades... ❞

[feminaferitas]

@soistarve gets some billy and chrissy (because they’re both alive, yolo)

Chrissy didn’t have much of an appetite today. Not after her mother muttered something under her breath after the cheerleader had considered some of the eggs and toast her father had prepared for breakfast. It was fine, those first few periods before lunch flew by anyways. 

Jason had to stay late for practice tonight, otherwise he would have totally driven her to school. Just as well, because Chrissy was about to be late thanks in part to Mrs. Cunningham fussing with the seams of her cheer uniform skirt, which she knew they’d purchased too small to begin with. “It’s almost finished, sweetheart. I thought you said it would fit you by the time the season started.” Well, it did fit, just not the way her mother thought it should. There wasn’t a home game for another two weeks, which was plenty of time to...

Speaking of time, Chrissy had to snatch the garment with a loose thread still trailing in order to catch the last bus before homeroom. Bounding off of the bus, it was clear she was among the last of the stragglers- the parking lot was mostly cleared out except for the kids who didn’t care on any day ending in ‘y’. Her steps were light and full of that cheerleader spring, but her backpack slung hastily over one shoulder, it was only a matter of moments before the loose strap snagged on the side mirror of a rather sleek looking blue Camaro. Chrissy went one way, the bag went another, and she fell with a soft thud on the parking lot asphalt. She groaned.

“This is the last thing I needed right now,” Chrissy said, picking up her bag and checking the mirror to make sure she hadn’t broken it. She paused to retouch her bangs before noticing that there was, in fact, someone in the car. “Oh shoot! I’m so sorry. It has been such a morning.”

[dionadaiiraaa]

The thunderous galloping of his dabble gray mare echoed down the road of gravel as Eden turned onto the path to Kaer Morhen. The autumn wind felt good on his freckled face; his hair was the color the autumn leaves. A drop of dusk that would turn the world a reddish hue. He cared not that his curls bounced with every movement of his beloved horse, Liath Macha. 

The harvest had been good since the last winter; his coin purse was considerably full and he had sent shipments of supplies no less than three times over the course of his roaming. 

However, the intense desire to return home was too much to ignore, and like the wayward son they all were deep down, Eden was happy to return to the fold for a much earned rest. 

As  Liath Macha cantered up the trail, Eden was surprised to see a glimpse of silvery snow strands and the clopping of hooves. Beaming with excitement, Eden had his beloved mare trot alongside of Geralt of Rivia. 

“ Aye, guid day, Geralt, long time nae see, how are ye?” he asked as his emerald gaze fell upon his comrade. 

“ Ye nae lookin’ too worse fer ware. How was yer travels?” 

@soistarve​ S.C. 

[thefatalmarksman]

i don’t know how to shut up about these two and i’m shocked @vilifyme hasn’t murdered me yet uvu

[thefatalmarksman]

so after extensive toiling and intense emotional labor here it is at last: luxu’s concept design for his ffvii au! :D it’s really messy but pwease full view for all the wee details uvu  

BONUS under the cut: monster mouth luxu ( !! MAJOR DISTENDED JAW/TEETH/TONGUE / BODY / MULTIPLE-EYES-ON-BODY HORROR WARNING !! ) + deepground troy calypso rough concept because @vilifyme​ and i end up smashing these two goblins together any chance we get :| 

[thefatalmarksman]

when ya boi troy @vilifyme calypso is 7ft tall and pointy af but he still stubbornly insists that He’s Baybey and honestly what’s the point in arguing anymore

[thefatalmarksman]

first off, i wanna thank god—but also, the devil ( @vilifyme ) for enabling me in these self-indulgent artistic endeavors. we basically have created 101 aus with these dumpster fire bois and as it turns out if you put them in a neverwhere/hellboy-esque au where one of them is a sad immortal that shelters misfit nonhumans and the other is a needy fishie somehow their trashiness sorta cancels out (but not really???)

anywayyy don’t stop believin’ and also pls full-view because tumblr loooves to destroy anything of quality