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[hanbearrr]

Junon: Weapon Raid;;

if they screw this scene up in part 54 or whatever part it’ll be, I will cry real tears

[xvalanche]

me when i see heidegger:

[xvalanche]

“ If you can’t pay - leave. ”

She’s in a good mood today; vocal cords subdue on account of a sore throat and rough tongue. Maybe it’s all the shouting? Never. If anything, she doesn’t shout enough~

[xvalanche]

Plotting Call || Any and all muses~

Like this to plot with me a proper plot with any muse I write. The list can be found on my google doc. I’m pretty happy to plot & write most things. I like storylines (beginnings, middles and ends) rather than just a setting and would rather write some proper plotted threads here just primarily because it’s easier writing plotted than winged- 

Some wishlist things :-

- Chocobo Joe teaching Cloud how to Chocobo race.  - Elmyra being informed of Aerith’s death OR seeing Aerith after her death. - Heidegger being demoted / post-Midgar-Raid and dealing with that. - Red XIII defending Cosmo Canyon from chaos alongside someone, emulating what happened with his father.  - President Shinra adopting someone and being an aloof but surprisingly efficient dad.  - Biggs, post-Platefall, losing hope and changing sides.  - Madam M being a femme fatale / spy and playing both Turks (Shinra) and AVALANCHE. - Dyne vs ANYONE from Shinra. And I’m not talking ‘omg my shinra muse totes regrets wot happened’. I’m talking a FIGHT between two morally corrupt complex people. - Rude drinking away his sorrows and getting into an underground fight club with someone else. - Wedge opens up an adoption centre for stray pets on the outskirts of Midgar. - Godo lamenting the war with someone or Godo going to Midgar and HATING EVERYTHING. - Taz helping someone get the Lunar Harp in Bone Village. But he lowkey wants to / maybe robs them and thus proceeds a chase through fucking Sleeping Forest / City of the Ancients. 

[haybalemaze]

Thank you for being so kind to me. You’re a good person. Well, thank you, but…

[xvalanche]

Sets a glass of brandy down in front of Heidegger wordlessly before sipping his own.

“What is this?” 

Tseng surely knows - the general’s weakness to alcohol. A weakness that had stalked him since the war; the damage it deals as sharp as any blade. 

He eyes the glass, his tongue tasting it long before it has ever even reached his lips. For a moment, he looks close to holding out - to claiming a victory in the private war he wages every night. A war on his own goddamn sense of self. To those around him, Heidegger carries himself as the King’s hand, but behind closed doors? Was it always then that the weight would crush him? That a glass of something strong seemed to be the only thing to do the trick and keep him going-

he takes a swig. Hard, fast. It’s as bitter and as similar as the things that they’d been through and Heidegger barely takes a minute to even think of such a fact before he’s tilting the empty glass in his hand and eyeing Tseng in the hopes of another.

“ A peace offering? Ha. You know me. It’ll take more than that, Tseng. ” 

[xvalanche]

“ Nonsense. ”

He’ll have none of it. The lies propagated against the company he’s sacrificed so much for. Shinra isn’t as much an employer as it is his family - though he shares not a name nor blood with the man who rules - Heidegger has shed enough for his sacrifice to be certain. Lives had been taken on behalf of the blonde in charge, lives would continue to be taken so long as blood quenched the thirst for those he deemed his kings.

The general adjusts his jacket, a pull of his tie - not nervous, instead commanding - before muscular hands are pressing down on the leather of his coat. His eyes are dark, his right so terribly obscured by the wound that scars his face. A story told across the etchings of his face, a tale told with every frown and every scoff. Heidegger’s body can tell as many stories as his rambling words ever could, his scars, a page in the novel of his life. 

“ If you think so lowly of the Shinra then perhaps you ought to go live someplace as backward as your thinking. Might I suggest, WUTAI- ” 

[xvalanche]

me: -goes to search for heidegger content, finds none-

me: 

[xvalanche]

// I’m watching a video about North Korea and they’re mentioned the secret police and it got me thinking about the turks. Almost every country / historical empire / political group has had a sort of ‘secret police’ group. 

I know we all crack jokes about the Turks and I see them being made lighthearted a lot, but truth be told, it’d take a particular kind of nasty person to do a job like that.

Like, the idea of kidnapping innocent people, murdering those against whatever empire the secret police serve in FF case - Shinra. 

I always saw the Turks as a pretty morally grey group, but truth be told - their occupation is downright awful. Like, the idea that they’re the boogeyman who comes and gets you should you defy the social norm / what’s in charge.

Gives me chills, yo. //

[miss-oreily]

[lowpolyanimals]

Chocobo (Pink) from Final Fantasy VII

[xvalanche]

lifedxbt​:

“Oh you’re certainly being polite, I think tense is an understatement.” He inclines his head respectfully with a smile. He definitely looks worn, which is rare for the Turk who’s image means so much to him.

“I thought I’d come straight to the expert, I need to relax.”

“ Well, we all have our bad days- ” she continues to purr, hands slipping over his shoulders to free him of the restriction of his jacket. “ Even me- ” her laugh follows as a low chuckle before she’s guiding him to follow her into one of the private areas. The room is adorned with a massage table, a gentle fountain decoration in the corner and the soft hum of the girls playing music in one of the rooms nearby. 

The Madam shifts her eyes to Tseng, her hands clasping together as she preps to give a massage. Only the best for any Turk to wonder into her establishment-

“ and what will it be today? A close your eyes and forget about the world kind of thing or... ” her eyes are sultry, dark daggers able to penetrate any steely façade “ perhaps you wish to really feel something? ”

[xvalanche]

xviperinae​:

The laughter can’t be contained, spilling from her lips when hearing his words. Though not in a mocking way. More in a way of just pure joy, something that was almost a rarity for Viper now days. But then again Terry seemed to just have that effect on her.

“Oh you smooth talker you. We both know that I am as far away from an angel that you could ever get. But then again isn’t there some saying about how the devil is everything you would ever want?”

The hand in her hair is slapped away with a slight glare, not really angry, more annoyed.

“I spent time on that, you know.”

“ Oh, you do? ” His response is another tease; a wink and a pucker before he’s grinning back at her widely. They’d always been like this - as jovial as each other. Both deadly (in their own ways) but jokers through and through. She brings out the best in him, what can he say? 

“ I thought y’hair was jus’ sticky- ” he’s prodding again, poking the supposed devil in the hopes he’ll see a glimpse of hell. 

The miner only stops his teasing to sit beside her, look her over in the same curious way he’d once eyed from across a bar all those years ago. 

“ Whoa Viper, y’got some new scars since Rook? ” He chews his tongue “ y’know not a day goes by I don’t miss that place. Good times... ”

[xvalanche]

cloudyfenrir​:

Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted. Cloud’s walk for some whittling supplies was interrupted by the familiar voice of Wedge, ignoring the eating and seriously fighting with himself to not bring up the ‘bro’ thing for the umpteenth time, the SOLDIER looked over to the other.

“I was just–” A hand suddenly hit his back, Cloud felt his hackles go up but pushed down the urge to smack Wedge back, “…Was just getting supplies. I would’ve been back later anyway.” Cloud spoke as he turned on his heel and began walking back to the bar, carrying a bag of scrap wood and some knives from the weapon shop.

“Any reason this can’t wait?” He asks, “I live right next to Tifa, she can knock on my door if she’s wanting a talk.” Hearing that Tifa wanted to talk to him did pique his interest but for the others to request Wedge to come looking for him? Seemed a bit weird to him.

Perhaps Avalanche were wanting a bit more from him. Who knows, he’ll take the risk just in case Tifa did urgently need him.

“ I don’t know. Don’t shoot me, man, I’m just the messenger- ” 

why had it had to be him? Well, maybe volunteering hadn’t helped? Truth be told, it was nice to see Cloud - spend some time with him, get to know him a little. Wedge would perhaps have more luck getting blood out of stones than he would chipping away at that cool exterior but hell, this is the slums - half of the stones have mako monsters in them anyway. 

Who’s to say that him and Cloud wont be friends before he knows it? Especially when the merc sees what AVALANCHE have planned. Not an emergency rendezvous with his sweetheart but instead a party. A sweet little shindig put together by Jessie and the boys. Barret hadn’t been happy but...ah, when was he nowadays? 

“ But trust me when I say that it absolutely can’t wait. You have to come to the bar - ” 

Wedge’s smile fades into eyes that look toward Cloud like he’s looking at a hero. In some ways he is. 

“ It’ll be good, trust me. ”

[xvalanche]

Character Profile: Terry Mazia (OC)

Name | Terry Mazia Nickname | Taz  Age | 29 Height | 6ft  Weight | 176Ibs  Profession | Miner / Digger  Real Profession | Smuggler / drug dealer / conman Notable Marks | A tattoo of a devil on his shoulder, a scar on his tummy, a tattoo on his asscheek that says ‘nice’.  Personality | Terry is the kind of man who would sell his grandma for a buck. He was born and raised in Bone Village. Without family, he was raised in a small orphanage and grew up to be a miner / digger as the rest of the towns men did. Terry’s always wanted more though. He’s a go-getter. A smart-mouthed smart-ass. Terry shifts things he shouldn’t shift, he does deals he shouldn’t do. He’s a bad guy, but he aint a bad guy. Terry would tell you that he’s a good guy who just does the odd bad thing here and there. At 29, he’s been in and out of prison and finds himself everytime back at Bone Village and digging again. Regardless, he’s always got his eyes on the next scam. 

[angelprompts]

send my muse “will you be my valentine?” to see their reaction !

[xvalanche]

Lottie’s got me thinking about Heidegger again so, naturally, I have to post these. 

SOLDIER Heidegger (early 40s) and then casual clothes (58). Art by /evil-owl-loki (an amazing artist, please check them out!). 

I still stick to my Heidegger headcanons on here that in his spare time he wears leather and when he was a young man he fought in the early years of the Wutai War.