#youngrevolutionary

[ofwindsweptpines]

⭐️~ (and ⭐️⭐️ if you feel like taking on more <3 }

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Going a little further out of fandom/genre here and shouting out some dear friends <3

༺ @thememcry ༻

Howdy bitch. It me. HMR. Kay has had to watch me bounce around fandoms like a spaz for the last year or so, and has solidly supported me every step of the way — listening to me gush headcanons at her, talk about characters and shows and fandoms she has no concept of, all the while being genuinely enthusiastic and an over all wonderful friend about it all (despite the fact that I have tragically neglected her daughter by not getting on my VII blogs recently. I should be punished for this.) Kay is a wonderful friend and a BEAUTIFUL writer that I cannot praise enough, everything she touches is pure gold and I highly recommend you check out her work (especially if you like FFVII! If not, I hear she’s got a super neat multimuse you can and should love on.) All the love for you my dear.

༺ @youngrevolutionary ༻

Syn~ Syn is one of my oldest and dearest friends on Tumblr. We met in the FFVIII fandom and fed one another’s lifelong obsessions with the game with just a wealth of amazing threads and headcanons and ideas (and Discord channels...) Her dedication to her characters is exemplary and if I can ever manage even a fraction of the passion she puts into her portrayals I will be doing well for myself — an amazing writer and a true, beautiful friend.  I love you Syn, and I miss our bbies. 

༺ @maegraeth ༻

I have opted to post Mae’s art page because, while she is a wonderful writer and I stan tf out of her FFVII OC Ashe as well as her Tseng, her artwork is just INCREDIBLE. I need you all to see how wonderful she is and go support her (her twitter and other social media is linked on her blog, so GO OGLE HER WORK!!!) Wonderful friend and exceedingly talented person, I will always be in awe of you and wish you absolutely all the best <3

[somnus-lucis-caelum]

"Don't get yourself killed."

That barely tickled an amused smile from Somnus. Even if anyone would achieve the feat to hit or wound him, the sweet relief of death would not come over him. Not as long as the curse of the Ring was upheld. Until the Chosen One finally broke it.

But the former Glaives didn’t need to know all the details, not entirely.

Giving Seifer a sideglance, Somnus nodded ahead, where Daemons prowled every crevice and shadow of the eternal night.

“Don’t fall behind.”

@youngrevolutionary

[corditeheart]

What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?

i keep trying to write squall and failing miserably at him!! i want to write the other garbage manbaby from the franchise!!!

i cannot write zell. full stop. idk why, he is just literally impossible for me to write without him coming off as tropey and badly written. 

[corditeheart]

Who is an author that inspires you?

Emma Bull, Stephen King, Richard Kadrey, Seanan McGuire-- oh wait i was supposed to pick one, wasn’t i lmao

i read a lot and tend to sort of absorb influences and bandy around different writing styles, which leads to whatever hodgepodge bullshit i’ve got going on now

[thekingsshield]

Seifer doesn't buy drinks but he'll clink a bottle of beer with the bro. "Cheers, you're gettin' old."

    “Please,” A chuckle came from the younger of this prickly duo! Gladio knocked back a swig of his beer and laughed. “I’m still in my twenties. As long as I stay younger than you, I’ll been fine.”

[sharpxshootin]

( @youngrevolutionary​ continued from x )

  Irvine posted up across from the man who might have been hiding a killer hangover behind those dark-tinted glasses, or might have just felt like being a little extra stylish today — either way the amusement was evident on the purse of his lips.

  “Naw, baby, when I pop the question you’ll know,” he teased him lowly, leaning back in his seat with a drape of his arm over the balcony railing, casting a quick glance down at the article in Seifer’s hands. Nothing particularly juicy.

  “Come on now, I wouldn’t say that. Maybe it’s just changed a little from what it used to be, yeah? If there was even a chance at happily ever after, wouldn’t you take it? Or are you tellin’ me you’re too afraid of failing to try,” he challenged with a twinge of mischief in his eye, knowing that implication likely wouldn’t sit well with the blonde across from him. 

[hartofbalamb]

( @youngrevolutionary​ continued from x )

  It always put him on edge when Seifer spoke like that — with the tone of a man who knew way more about things he had no business knowing, and in fact, could get in rather deep shit for knowing. In most situations Squall turned a deaf ear and a blind eye to the signs that his partner was acting as a covert operative, an undertaking decidedly not included on the list of sanctioned day-to-day activities for a convicted war criminal, but this instance gave him pause, glancing between the others eyes for a read on the seriousness of his warning.

  “What sort of package are we talking about?” Squall ventured, his voice low. It would be easy enough to call in an anonymous tip, but he wasn’t about to send an unwitting SeeD into a potentially dangerous situation blind. “And your sources... they’re solid?”

[angelsrebellion]

( @youngrevolutionary​ continued from x )

  She would give him a scathing look as he rattled the box, snatching it from him with as casual a gesture as she could for how heavy it was. 

  “Rocks, mostly,” she teased, setting the box down on the bed and nibbling her bottom lip. She was glad he’d been around to help — she’d been meaning to get into this old thing for a while now. “And couple lead bricks, very sentimental” she lifted the lid and set it aside with a shrug, reaching inside to pull out a framed picture of her and her mother, a wide smile spreading on her lips. 

  “Hi, Mom,” she murmured adoringly, tracing her fingertips across the age-fogged glass. 

  Realizing how awkward the pause might have been she glanced back over her shoulder to Seifer with a small purse of her lips, hiding her amusement as she picked up one of the many envelopes thick with printed photos tucked inside the box, handing it back to him. 

  “Dad let me take the old photos from the house last time I dropped by. And by let me I mean he couldn’t stop me if he tried~.”