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He was a book, and he was holding his final pages, and he wanted to get to the end to find out how it went, and he didn’t want it to be over. ― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King
It was the very wonderful @zoegears birthday yesterday and I was unaware until the actual day because I’m a dork so this is a late birthday gift for her.
I’ll actually be prepared next year haha. Zoe, you’re great and you’re very special to me I hope you had a great day! xoxo
Doodle - Tygren Klipz A very pointy fellow and rather the polar opposite to my little puffball who's got the same surname as this guy's first name. He belongs to Zoe!
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vincentvalentine-crimsonphantom replied to your photo “Test playing @zoegears‘s fangame Final Fantasy VII: Emotional Crisis...”
What game is this called?
It’s called Final Fantasy VII: Emotional Crisis and it’s a fan-made game by my friend @zoegears! It’s still in the very early stages of development but you should definitely watch her for more info about the progress of the game and such. :D (Also she’s a Gast fan artist?? How cool is that??)
Test playing @zoegears‘s fangame Final Fantasy VII: Emotional Crisis all like “NO. DON’T DO IT. TURN BACK. ABORT MISSION, ABORT MISSION.”
Well, we acquired a @cerberusandsadism this morning. XD
We need a bigger apartment.
"Oh..." to number 12 XD
12) Super drunk / high.
It was late on a Wednesday night and Veld hadn’t been at work except for a few hours that morning; his body hurt too much to focus on anything, so he had gone home, ignoring the reminder that flashed on his phone to go to his physical therapy session. It had only been a month since they had released him from the hospital, a month and a half since the Kalm Incident and he was struggling.
Struggling with adjusting to the heavy metal arm attached at his shoulder, that he couldn’t seem to make work, struggling with being unable to be at the office, with not being on the field, with trying to remember to take the seemingly endless line of medications he had been prescribed. Most of all, he struggled with the reality that his nice home he’d worked hard to build on weekends, was gone. That his sweet, soft, too understanding wife was gone, burned to ashes in the ruins of their home; that Felicia was gone. That hurt more than any physical pain and nothing was helping it to stop, but he was willing to try anything...
He was vaguely aware of someone banging on his door, but he couldn’t seem to get up from where he’d fallen in the kitchen; none of his limbs were cooperating anymore and he couldn’t even finish the second bottle of whiskey. Giving a shuddered sob, he slipped sideways onto the lino and curled up, tears coursing down unshaven cheeks; why wouldn’t the person at the door go away and leave him alone with his grief?
Then the door was open and he closed his eyes against the harsh yellow hall light that flooded his apartment. The concerned voice was familiar, the hands on his shoulders gentle as they pulled him upright. He swung a fist but it was easily caught and he was pulled close, arms going around him, for comfort and to keep him from hurting anyone, himself included. A moment passed where he was ridged but then Veld felt that great, welling, choking feeling coming up from the bottom of his heart and his flesh hand fisted into Gast’s shirt as a broken cry escaped him, angry tears soaking into the other man’s shoulder.
[text]:Come over. Bring cocaine. And my t shirt with the dolphin on it. [text]:Kidding about the cocaine. Unless you're already on your way with cocaine?? Then I would feel rude to say no. ...But I do want my shirt.
[txt] I... Gast what have you been drinking? Also I don’t think I have any shirts of yours.
zoegears replied to your post:.
It’s the same for me at work. I’m 27, and all the kids are like 18-22 in college and I’m just like “oh, children.” /is Gast XD
welcome to the ‘I am my muse’ club
