#yeahinmyhead

[rebelichor]

Send ‘ ✋ ‘ for your muse to touch my muses forehead to see if they have a fever.

✋

The inn room had multiple beds, which was already quite the luxury for a ragtag group of up and coming mercenaries. It certainly beat sleeping it up on the hardwood floor — or the dirt, when their purses were too light.

Ariadne felt that sudden hand at her forehead. She reached to dismissively brush it away. It looked like the moody nature of a teenager, which was partly true. She would have loved to be coddled and fussed. It was in her nature to soak up such attention. But here and now she was trying to prove her worth, prove she had at least some mettle.

"It's fine." she croaked out, sounding the furthest reach from fine.

Her eyelids felt like iron. She had to force them open, though when she caught a glimpse of whose hand had touched her she seemed to startle fully awake.

Who the f —

"Stratus??" she questioned, her voice clipping, almost dropping out. "What happened???"

Just because Stratus didn't mention her twin didn't mean he ceased to exist.

[talesfantastic]

Less SOLDIER More Solder | Rod & Cloud

@yeahinmyhead gave me DEALER'S CHOICE, and I'm giving her Rod The Bladestar, from Threads of Fate -- FF7 AU -- you can find him here.

Things happened on Gaia. Strange, otherworldly things. The whole 'almost wiped out by a meteor' thing came to mind. That was... something.

Yeah. Something.

Rod took refuge in his weapon design, in the precision of the pencil, clean lines bringing his visions to something tangible. And then, pummeling it into shape, breathing life into it with the fire of the forge and the power of the bellows, quenched and beaten until finally--

"Oh, you're beautiful," Rod whispered, admiring the battle scythes he'd just finished. "Golden Gale... perfection."

He stepped out of the forge and held them up to shine in the light. They really were gorgeous pieces and they made his heart sing.

Of course now he needed something more complex. He needed a challenge.

He let his hair down for a moment, the thick red curtain falling down to midback as he chugged a hydration mix. You sweat like crazy doing this. Motion caught him out of the corner of his eye and he turned, tipping his head to listen to the sound of a motorcycle fast approaching.

Maybe his challenge was about to find him.

[dxnzelstrife]

Ruffles his hair. @yeahinmyhead

Do whatever you want to my muse and get a reaction.

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It was early. Far too early for Denzel to feel like being awake. His brain was putting the repeated nagging thought to return to his bed and slip under the warm covers. But no. Reality called and he needed to be up for school. It was when he trudged down the steps to the main floor that he felt himself bump into something...squishy?

Walls didn't feel like that. Giving Cloud a blink and a mumbled 'morning' once he looked up, Denzel could felt a hand on his head ruffling his hair.

Did it make him feel a bit more awake? Yes, it did. Could Denzel have probably handled it better at a later time of day? Also yes. Instead of going to the table, the boy just stood still and leaned as best he could into the blond's chest as if Cloud were some sort of physical human wall blocking his path. "...I don't wanna be out of bed. Is it Saturday yet?"

[holyguardian]

[ ANOTHER ]: While preparing a cup for themself, the sender makes a second cup for the receiver in a polite and low-effort gesture towards them.

Cup of tea prompts.

Aerith probably would have teased Cloud by taking a sip of the tea in his own mug if their tastes weren't polar opposites. She puttered around and waited her turn — mainly tidied up where the biscuits were kept, discarding the empty sleeves that monsters left behind.

Damn it Cid and Yuffie.

It wasn't a massive task by any means. Neither was his. And yet when she offered him a couple of the last butter biscuits, which were the best for dunking in her opinion, he offered her a cup of tea in return. Aerith immediately brightened.

"Thanks!" she chimed, and just as Cloud opened his mouth she put on her best impression of him. "No problem." At least she was grateful.

[holyguardian]

@yeahinmyhead | X

Aerith's immediate response was to purse her lips and give a quick shake of her head. It was almost childish, even more-so when she squeezed his hand in hers.

"Nothing's wrong." she finally used her words to answer him. That's when she suddenly smiled up at Cloud as if she wasn't acting weird and none of this was out of the ordinary. "Juuuuust wanted to hang out, and as a mercenary it's your job to give people a hand."

So, he was giving her his hand. Seemed like solid logic in her books.

[holyguardian]

5

For a soft starter.

Though Cloud hadn’t asked for the company, he hadn’t complained about it either. Aerith simply… sat in the grass next to him. Like it was just that easy to not be alone. “… were you a cool rocks kid, or a cool bug kid?” she suddenly asked, turning towards him with a growing smile. “I feel like I was grasping at everything back then. It was hard to have a favourite when the world was so new. It’s… kind of feeling like that again, seeing the world outside of Midgar.”

[wingsdreamt]

@yeahinmyhead | from here (x)

Cloud almost always lets him win where matters that might potentially threaten his life are not involved. Understandable and also frustrating, but they’re still working through that one. He can feel Cloud shifting in his seat, gathering himself, and bending under the weight of his perfectly good suggestion.

“Deal!” 

When it suits him, Zack demonstrates that he is perfectly capable of waiting patiently off to one side until Cloud finally pushes back in his seat. He hasn’t quite figured out what their new normal is going to look like, but it isn’t going to involve him twiddling his thumbs while Cloud works himself into the ground. 

On the other hand, ‘waiting’ also means turning right around, digging into their wardrobe to gather clothes in some semi-reasonable order of magnitude, locating a suitable bag that could be stuffed into Fenrir’s panniers for the trip up to the nearest air ship liftoff pad, and doing all of the above with a general sense of haste. 

They have no time to waste, and Cloud already said yes! There’s also the possibility that the tickets expire by the time they got there since he last glanced at the fine print, but that part isn’t important enough to mention right now.

“Do you want to bring this shirt or that shirt?” Zack pauses, then straightens away from the open drawer with a wooden expression. “I don’t know why I bothered asking, knowing all your shirts are the same color.”

[badassbarmaid]

"Happy birthday," Cloud says as Tifa comes down into the kitchen, a meal already waiting for her.

"Oh!" Tifa exclaimed, surprised by what she walked into. Smiling at the food, she glanced over at Cloud. "Thank you, Cloud..." she said, her gaze soft as she walked over to him to give him a hug.