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[jackieshaunas]

Mateo and I came up with a little special celebration for you getting your cast off, but I guess it’s a double celebration now.You want to go show her? We made our own moves up.

[papasun-deactivated20240318]

I love daggers……and knives….. swords…..

[lesbiancinnabun-deactivated2023]

Archery is just dabbing before you murder somebody

[theyoungestwhateleydaughter-dea]

Archer here: you are so fucking correct and valid, OP.

[vvutaian]

magitekelite‌:

    she knows it was only inevitable that he would ask —— truly, it must have been quite the puzzling sight : what could have been so easily presumed a ill-timed choice to cast her flames gone awry, thus causing the diabolical madcap to escape unscathed…and yet, they both know this was NOT the case.

     if only it had been horrible man’s spell still cast upon a heavy brow and dulled senses, or spindly clutches persisted to yank at phantom strings, but the girl born of magic had replayed the event over and over in her head.  a relatively simple mission to scout the outlying lands for manikins, interrupted by shrill and cackling laughter of the court mage hailing from her home world; the same childish glee that would ghost against painted lips would decay into sinister taunts and hurtful jeers, hurling insults at her companion while goading her to return to where she belonged, running back into his arms and causing destruction; the ensuing fight that raged between the three… …terra remembers the lance grasped in jian’s hand, his arm stretching to plunge all of his strength into the air; she remembers kefka distracted as he shook off the vestige of the holy she had conjured; she remembers feeling as if time had come to a standstill, if only for a moment, an instance, as lavender irises dart from the shaft that would be let loose to the mage’s face and a taunt and exuberant smile that would not meet his eyes — yet she did not know which HAUNTED her more : unfeeling and death-like hues that bore into hers, a smeared glasgow grin that would smile and smile and keep smiling, or the actions that had soon followed, of her own choice and volition, of which now would be exposed ——

     ❝ jian, you…y-you were going to kill him.  you don’t even know who he is, or what he’s done, but you were…really…going to do it…and without hesitation.  i… ❞  her voice falters as she slows down to a stop.  the half-esper lowers her gaze to her hands, sensing the flow of ancient magic running through her veins, recalling the embers and ash dusted upon fair digits after the fire had been cast.  her fire that had made all the difference on whether or not a life would have been lost this day.  her hand folds down and closes against her palm.  ❝ —— somehow…i just couldn’t agree with it. ❞  to be judge, jury, and executioner to someone who was not even from his world, of whom he had no knowledge of the crimes that were committed, let alone the man’s name… …perhaps it is SELFISH, for kefka had been tethered to her for so long, TOO LONG, that it is possible terra might never be cleansed of it or of him.  perhaps the spell-caster had no place in doing what she did…but perhaps it can also be said that she is the only one here who possessed such a right.

     ❝ that man you fought — his name is kefka.  he’s from the same world as me.  you know him as a warrior summoned by spiritus, but back in my world…he worked for the empire and he did so many terrible things…to my FRIENDS…to my WORLD…and to ME. ❞  there is a open-ended weight to her words, as heavy as the weight of the world, but in the presence of a newcomer who knows naught of herself or her enemy and expressed accusatory doubt towards her, any further admittance of terra’s past in past and with the mage feels almost too personal, too intimate, for someone who may or may not come to understand her.  even so, she wants to understand him.  ❝ jian, why did you try to kill him — kefka?  was it because he was attacking us?  or was it because he is a warrior who was summoned by spiritus?  or could it be simply because he is our ‘ enemy? ’  if you were summoned only a few cycles ago, i would have been your enemy.  i was summoned by spiritus’s predecessor, as were a few of our allies. ❞  had things been different, would his lance have tried to pierce her heart as well?  it is a question that the esper does not ask him, yet it hovers above them, around them, unspoken yet irrevocably present.  ❝ jian, i didn’t protect kefka… …i STOPPED YOU from doing something that can never be undone.  after everything that kefka’s done, i don’t think i could ever forgive him, and there’s nothing i want more than to put a stop to him and his atrocities —— but i wouldn’t wish for his death, or anyone else’s, not unless it was the only way.  things…weren’t so black-and-white in my world, and it isn’t here either.  if it was, maybe this conflict would have ended a long time ago.  but not everyone stays on the same side of the war, not everyone who’s not on spiritus’s side is evil, and people’s reasons for staying on the side that they’re on…can be complicated.  they aren’t just ‘ enemies. ’  some of them are family…or those we feel responsible for…and for some of our friends, it might even be both. ❞

     finally her gaze meets his, apologetic yet without a single shred of doubt.

     ❝ i’m sorry if what i did… …felt like i betrayed you.  you don’t have to accept or agree with my reasons, but at the very least i hope you can understand.  kefka is MY RESPONSIBILITY.  he isn’t YOURS to kill. ❞

@vvutaian / continued from [ x ] .

   Jian falls silent, awaits patiently for what could’ve been that went through Terra’s mind the moment she saw that lance; destination right through the clown’s heart -- if there was even any of that in there. Introductions leave a lasting impact upon another and boy was that mad man’s presentation anything but alright.  His intentions spoke louder through that sickly smile that seemed to find entertainment with the poisonous filled words he spew as if he had nothing to lose. Though kind hearted and gentle, he would like to believe, Jian doesn’t take light of anybody who wishes to cause chaos for the mere flare of it, less when his life or someone else is involved. He’s merciless when and where it’s well earned. But something in the way she says it hurts him. A lecture, it rings bells, loud and violent bells. However he continues to keep quiet and listens to what she has to say, he as a new comer still knows only so little. For some reason it all just sounds like excuses to him, but he finds that he can’t get himself to say it out loud. Surely out of impulse he engaged first, but beyond that this Kefka, so she says his name is, also had such intentions reserved for him. He was just simply returning the favor. At least that’s how he thinks of it. “I kill anybody who finds it easy to laugh at the thought of killing others.” In fact, he’s encountered not a hand worthy of people like that, but he knows they’re out there. He didn’t stutter, for that’s the truth and though her history with this Kefka seems to run deep he isn’t about to knock on that door and ask to be let in. All he wants is to know why she did what she did, according to her is the black and white thinking he seems to carry, but he’s not entirely convinced. Sadly at the moment he has little bravery to push walls, especially walls that will not budge at the moment. If all he feels some sadness for how soft she seems to be. It’s a strength he doesn’t hold on to when in war; he lets go, makes it seem like it’s something he doesn’t understand. It’s a strength that cost him the life of his father. However this individual sounds as horrible as he presented himself to be so he doesn’t understand her completely, it’s why he believes there’s more than she lets on.

   His knowledge concerning these cycles is limited but he gets an idea of what that is with how she explains. So they’re recyclable pawns. He crosses his arms over his chest and lowers his gaze. Pensive is the specialist in projectile and hand-held weapons. Kefka damned those she cares and her world, along with herself yet she holds this nerve nevertheless. “..Responsibility?” The disbelief loud in his voice, finally looking back at her, though her eyes speak louder of just how determined she is by this conclusion, and he tries to understand this particular ally, he can only understand so much. He sighs anyway, her gaze a solid wall with her resolve.

   “Whatever ghost you’re talking about, he’s not here.” Is all he can really find himself saying, but little is his regret towards how he reacted to Kefka and his antagonizing. ‘Girls..’ The thought silent and to himself, bringing a hand to the back of his head to rub it and soothe the brain storming prior. Maybe he’ll understand..or maybe not. But for now he doesn’t and he isn’t about to beat himself over it since that clown’s spells did their damage on him all on their own too. Easing down from this conflict he brings his hands to sort through the bag he has latching around his shoulders and bringing out the lance she snapped in half right through the middle, burned wood still warm from that spell. ‘Just how strong is her magic anyway?’ He wonders for it to still be warm after a decent while. “Y-You owe me a lance.”

[vvutaian]

@magitekelite IS ATTACKING ME SOMEONE CALL NUEVE UNO UNO POR FAVOR.

[vvutaian]

“The truth hurts.”

meme // accepting // @furymage

   “Y..yeah.” He agrees, nodding his head to her words. “Y-You might not be there w..when they’re older” but he still stands by what he believes “but your memory and l-love will always stay with them. The world will seem less s-scary for them, because they know y..yo…..you loved them.” He’s actually a bit envious of this child that’s yet to be born, it’s sad but he means no harm in it. To have such a loving mother, but he would know. The world is less scary when parents leave a lovingly lasting memento on their child in the form of their affection. “T-They’ll be okay. Because they had you to guide them.”

  A loving mother..he wonders what that’s like.

[vvutaian]

“I know.”

meme // accepting // @jjillekkot

   Jian bows his head respectfully. “I..I didn’t mean any off-offense. Please forgive me.” The sentence was a lot more tougher to say than he had previously anticipated, but he speaks of so with sincerity. He didn’t mean to scold her, out of anybody he could possibly do that to, Lady Yuffie wasn’t one of them. But, he worried. She always seems to attempt to stray away from her path. Or tries to anyway. He’s sure it’s burdensome, her role and her part in all of this; to a personal level he doesn’t know her at all. Only devotes himself to her and her family, protecting them from harm along with their precious homeland, but with that title she has there’s danger for her. The politics of the matter aren’t all that simple even if the lands all do meet eye to eye on the restoration of the planet itself – it’s never truly that simple. “..I-I just didn’t want a-any harm to come to you, Lady Yuffie.”

[thegoodvybe]

[thebootydiaries]

am i doing this right

[serious]

[vvutaian]

hey. let’s do this.

meme // accepting // @braskide

   “Ah..” She isn’t listening to him. “P-Please stay here?” It comes out as a question rather than a suggestion. His nerves are already shot at the moment so some space from her will do him some good, besides he’ll be making himself useful – to inspect their area and make sure the coast is clear. From the distance he’s in he bows and places a fist over his chest, over the armor and section where his heart is. “I..I’ll be inspecting the a-area for dangers. Y-You have my word it won’t take me long. Please.”

[vvutaian]

“Your mouth is saying something, but then your mouth… said something completely different.”

meme // accepting // @magitekelite

   Jian frowns and halts on his steps, comfortable enough at the moment since she isn’t so close to him. “B..” He swallows, not too sure what these words will garner, but its been bothering him given their previous encounter with quite the ridiculous enemy. “Back then, I-I would’ve finished..him off.” The clown he means. He was sure of it, he came out of nowhere. Began to speak such vile things to, what he’s been told, is his ally. His words were knives even to Jian – reminded him of his mother and only made him angry and filled him with rage. He demanded that he fell silent or he was going to make him. He laughed and mocked him, saying he was convinced that he couldn’t speak and what a surprise that he could. Eventually the toss-around of words became a clash. Both him and Terra against this clown, but he felt something there. Not him, exactly, but from Terra. In the adrenaline of battle anything that usually has a grip on him loosens and releases him, he allows his mastery to do the speaking and communicating for him. At the time all he could think of was wanting to keep that crazy clown away from her. Far, far away from her. They had him overwhelmed and Jian held the full intentions of cutting him down. His accuracy with weapons isn’t one to be meddled and/or underestimated with. The charging of his lance from afar and he threw it right at him. Fate said it was going to strike the clown’s heart. Jian believed it also be set in stone, but both him and fate were fools. The bladed point of his lance never struck the life of the clown, instead was snapped in half by a fire spell coming from Terra. Maniacally he came across, the clown did, but he seemed to have carried some sense and used the unfortunate event to split and claim he’ll come again; now with a good idea of who he’s messing with most likely. 

   Which..is a disadvantage on its own.

  Back then Jian didn’t think too much of it. Dismissed it as a misfire from her part, but its bothered him and still does now. “I-I never miss.” He hasn’t missed a target since he was fifteen years old, that’s the truth. “I had him.” It isn’t pride that’s making him come to this conclusion. “..Y-You didn’t want me to make it.” He knows his words are getting bolder and he’s getting far more scared and intimidated. He considers biting his tongue and stopping now, a fist of his visibly shaking, but he persists. What if she’s a danger to the rest of their allies and is only acting like she’s on their end? To the goddess as well? So he’ll push through and what may come let it be.

   With a frown he looks over at her. “W-Who is he? Why did you protect him?” After all of those awful things he was saying about her. Who is that clown to her?

[vvutaian]

@magitekelite // sc

   Wordlessly Jian watches the faux-be replica of himself hit the ground, dispersing into fractions of light until it eventually fades away. This is the fifth one he’s stumbled across on his path though not every single, illusion he’s come to think of them, were him. People he didn’t recognize more often than not. ‘What is this place?’ His thoughts wander only when he deems it to be safe to do so; brown eyes continue to take what surroundings there is --- not much, most is but a wasteland of what once could have been here, wherever this here is. He’s been on and about for give or take two hours now and has yet to find anything that’ll help him progress. Mere fighting. “Got to make lemonade out of lemons, I guess.” He smiles, twirling both his lances that rest upon both his hands, Jian attempts to make his heart and mind less burden-heavy, preoccupying both his heart and mind will only prove to become unnecessary hurdles after all. And nobody likes those. “I’ll keep going-” Mid-sentence doesn’t meet its conclusion, senses refined from hard labor work and combat raising red flags for him.

   He turns in said direction of the alert and places one of his lances over his shoulder while he points the fine bladed tip of the other lance at what he assumes to be another one of these mirage enemies, his carefree expression shifts into one of violent intent, battle stance a default when he engages, brown eyes flaring with the dauntless ignition of an unbent warrior. All of so disappears in an instant as he’s greeted with not a mirage, but a woman. A floating woman? ‘W-What?!’ His expression breaks into one of confusion and loss. He looks at her and then looks below at the ground she’s not on, then back at her and then back at the ground, he does so a couple of more times. ‘H-How’s she doing that?’ He’s seen his fair share of things, meteor fall, the weapons rising from the planet to protect it, all of it was just as shocking. He’s hesitant as he attempts to relax as much as possible, lowering his lances. If there’s no need for violence then there’s no need for it. She hasn’t attacked him yet, keyword: yet. She’s different at least.

   “H-How..-” He stops himself, reconsiders. He’s going to ask her how she’s floating in that manner, it’s a very curious sight. There’s more important things to keep track of though, so he mentally smacks himself. ‘I should ask about this place.’ A good idea! “...” The wind whistles instead. Okay that didn’t work out the first time let’s try again. “..W-What’s going on?” Progress! “W-Who are you?”

[uchihaclan27]

[oceanwhispers-deactivated202305]

TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE sentence starters.

    PART ONE; BEFORE PETER.

“Are we hanging out, or what?”

“I just wanna finish this chapter.”

“I hate when dad makes Korean food. It always tastes like butt.”

“Whatever dad puts in front of you, I want you to take a bite and say ‘Mmm, just like moms.’“

“I’m not too late, am I? I was, uh, trying to meditate, but I ended up falling asleep.”

“It’s gonna be Christmas actually, sweetheart, because Scotland’s too far to come back just for Thanksgiving.”

“Let’s look on the bright side! She wont be taking the car every day, so you can practice your driving!”

“Since you can’t come home for Thanksgiving, I figured I’d bring a little home to you.”

“I had Google Alerts set for flights as soon as you decided to go to school there.”

“He and my sister have been together for two years. But before she even cared that he existed, he was my first boyfriend. Well… space between the words… Boy who was a friend.”

“Would you rather only drink water for the rest of your life, or you can drink whatever you want but it has to have a little drop of pee in it?”

“I can’t give up Mountain Dew!”

“I write a letter, when I have a crush so intense, that I don’t know what else to do.”

“I think drama can be fun.”

“Well, before mom died, she said I should never go to college with a boyfriend.”

“But you love him!”

“I know.”

“No gorging on chips before dinner– and clean room.”

“Can we go back to talking about how you’re sad?”

“Come here.”

“Did you have to pick the furthest college you could think of?”

“I am so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“We used to be best friends, but post middle school for reasons having to do with her popularity and my lack-there-of, we are not decidedly… not.”

“Cute boots. Than you so much for your service.” *salutes*

“They’re vintage. I got them on Etsy.”

“Let’s just say it’s probably a good thing you’re playing it safe, with those uh… Uggzzz.”

“Screw you! You know that my feet are always cold!”

“She just stopped drinking caffeine for some diet– I think she’s going through a withdrawal, so…”

“Had a Subway craving! :running: :sandwich: :heart eyes:”

“I gotta ask. Did she tell you she was gonna do it?”

“Do you want a carrot?”

“Yeaaah, I can totally relate.”

“You know, if you had a boyfriend… then maybe you wouldn’t have to drive at all, because he would take us places!”

“If that’s what it takes, then I think you’re stuck with me.”

“Don’t you find it kinda depressing that it’s Saturday night and you’re having a Golden Girls marathon with your little sister?”

“I am 11, and I cancelled plans to be here tonight. And, well, you’re 16 and I don’t think you had anything else going on. Am I right?”

“That was way harsh!”

“The truth hurts.”

“Hey, I heard my cousin dumped you for a college guy!”

“I heard you have a tail, is that true?”

“Yeah, really cute.” *makes twirling motion with fingers* “Like a little piggy.” *oinks*

“If you need me, I’ll be in the nurses office. With a migraine. Googling Justin Trudeau shirtless.”

“I really appreciate it, but it’s never gonna happen.”

“I what I remember of that kiss, and it was hot. You know, for being… in 7th grade.”

“I think it’s really cool, that you think I have golden specks in my eyes.”

“I had a lot of fun that night, too. But I feel I should tell you, though… You know I’m gay, right?”

“Menstruation is science, nothing to do with the moon.”

“Says you, DOCTOR MAN, but the Goddess within says its sacred  for them to represent the deepest celebration of womanhood"

“You’re not real.”

“I’m more real to you than he is.”

“… you never saw me.”

“What do you mean? I am just here to take down one of those chocolate shakes.”

“I stopped by your house, and your sister said you’d probably be here?”

“Are you trying to reject me right now?”

“Well, yeah… It didn’t really seem like it took… back… the first time?”

“Your mouth is saying something, but then your mouth… said something completely different.”

“Okay, um, so, here’s the thing. I don’t actually like you. I just had to make it LOOK like I liked you, so somebody else wouldn’t think I liked them.”

“You gotta to tell me who this mystery stud is, otherwise I am just gonna go on believing you have a secret tattoo of my face on your ass.”

“Okay, well, should I just tell the rest of the school that you wrote me a love letter?”

“Well he dated my sister, in the- in the past tense.”

“Hold on, I am not the only guy that got a letter?”

“Wow, you really think that you’re special, and then you find out that she wrote love letter to two guys.”

“Well, I wrote five letters, so don’t go feeling too special.”

“You wrote five letters? Damn, *LAST NAME*, you’re a player!”

“Is that sparkly bike out front, is that your ride?”

“What if we let people think that we are actually together? Just for a little while. And not just him, I mean… everybody.”

“Well, for starters, when she heard you kissed me, she went nuts. And if she thinks that you and I are a thing, then she’ll wanna get back together!”

“Oh, so you wanna use me as your pawn.”

“See, technically, you used me as your pawn first, when you jumped me.”

“Will you just call me? Because there’s so much I wanna talk to you. Music I wanna share with you. Tattoos I wanna get with you. We’d be so great together.”

“Hey. Let’s do this.”

“I’m going to trig. Have a nice day. Carry on.”

[nickhawkins]

Wise Words From ASAP

[vvutaian]

                           So long as I draw breath I’ll help reclaim my land’s honor!

INDIE ffvii OC, told by Apollo // Side-blog // Low-activity // Multi-Verse