#turkborne

[i-will-be-president-blog]

🍸 [[Do you want crack? I know I'm down for it.]]

How many rumshots has he had already? It was difficult to tell now when Rufus, standingwith a glass in his left hand, was looking in the mirror.“Hey, Rufus, you seem so hot – should I give you a cool shower?” Rufus laughedbecause that sounded so stupid and lame, like… like he was 14 and trying toimpress somebody. “My old man wasn’t an artist, then, how did he manage toproduce a fucking work of art with his dick?”Mister President laughed again and suddenly two important things occurred tohim.First – his reflection didn’t copy his actions… and didn’t even have a glass ofdrink in his hand.And second – that was a doorway, not a mirror.

[acepanromcloudstrife]

@turkborne replied to your post: [also just in case anybody cares, i made another...

I’m tucking this in my drafts because while I haven’t watched Yuri on Ice yet… It’s on my watch list. It may happen real soon.

[OKAY BUT PLEASE WATCH IT, I GOT SPOILED FOR TODAY'S NEW EPISODE, AND HOLY FUCK IS IT WORTH THE WAIT. LIKE I DON'T WANNA SAY TOO MUCH FOR THOSE OF MY FOLLOWERS WHO ARE ALSO INTO YOI OR WHO WILL BE IN THE FUTURE BUT THIS IS LITERALLY LIKE NO OTHER SPORTS ANIME I HAVE EVER SEEN, IT'S SO GREAT AND MY HEART IS BURSTING BC OF THIS SHOW, I HAVEN'T FELT SUCH GENUINE HAPPINESS IN A LONG TIME]

[light-of-judgment]

Spoil of War

@turkborne The 21 year old was in utter shock as he was dragged into the strange building. The battle should have gone perfectly. Their strategy had been amazing! ...And then it turned out that the enemy had a powerful ally with technology that seemed as though it wasn't even from this world. As it turned out, it was not, and the Imperials couldn't defend themselves. The soldiers were quickly slaughtered and Kefka's magic had been nullified. He was chained up and forced to watch as his Emperor was beheaded and the Empire itself was destroyed. And now here he was, thrown on the ground in front of some blond twerp who looked as though he hadn't even held a sword before. He wasn't the only one to be captured, but he also hadn't seen any of the other's in some time. The mage tried to glare, tried to do anything, really, but the entire thing was still replaying itself in his mind and all he could do was stare while those around him spoke words that he wasn't registering at all.

[acepanromcloudstrife]

"I've missed you..."

But had he really, though?  Cloud couldn’t even tell what Rufus was thinking anymore.  “Sorry....”

[mybikeasmypride]

"Will you be quiet now?"

Send "Will you be quiet now?" For my muses reactions to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them

In all honesty, Alvis was impressed with himself. Today it only took about five minutes worth of sass before Rufus told him to shut up. Only he decided to add some tongue behind it. Must have been a stressful day. 

“I swear, I feel like you enjoy seeing just how bad you can mess up my uniform each time you do that,” the punk stated smartly. Said uniform was so nicely rumpled to the point where if he walked into Tseng’s office now, he was certain the vice commander would have words with him about propriety and all that shit. 

“Bad day?” 

[sanguinesaint]

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[tsengofshinra]

@turkborne​ | continued

     If there had even been a point he would have dared to roll his eyes at Rufus, it would have been then. But he would never show such a manner of disrespect. He looked down at the fingers wrapped around his collar, then to the heir’s face. His own was even, unwilling to release an ounce of what he was feeling, or thinking.

          “Begging doesn’t suit you, sir.” He replied simply, but he was not pulling away. Instead, he merely lingered, as if he could not make up his mind. How often, that seemed to be the case. How often he caught himself trapped in this web.

               A hand finally placed to Rufus’ side, holding there loosely.

     “What would you ask of me?”

[sanguinesaint]

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“I personally hope to be more like the former. I didn’t know her well, but the latter option is horrendous.” Rufus admitted, wrinkling his nose. If there was one person he didn’t want to be anything like, it was his father.

                    ( Again, ‘Touché’ ) 

    “You will not find what you want here.” Parents talk aside, perhaps it’s best to get back into the business that has landed both of us in each other’s presence. From my perching atop one of the age old crate, upper body then hunched forward, prompted by the movement of both arms as elbows shifted to rest loosely across knees and digits came folding together. “The place is deserted.”