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read 2.15am / my bullets are dust #2

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I’m not the mom friend, I’m the dad friend: tries to take care of his friends but is too distant and emotionally clumsy to be any good at it

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; send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character's reaction to your character running their fingers through my character's hair.

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if square doesn't let Cloud smile and laugh at least once in remake i'm going to physically fight them in the octagon

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I'll be certain to make a full, serious post about this but the thoughts won't leave me alone && I just have to say that. . . . . if Nomura and SquareEnix ever give us the FF people again, and we finally get some closure on wtf is going on with Cloud, I don't want anyone else to be his light. Not Tifa, not Aerith––N O B O D Y. Just himself, his own, the one in his heart. He needs to find it and realise he has always had the power to reject the darkness of Sephiroth if only he can be brave enough to reach for it.

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Roleplayers, reblog if your blog is duplicate friendly 👥

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I haven’t posted anything on here in a while (I’m mostly on my instagram now) but here’s a precious Cloud for any of you who still follow for art 💛

https://instagram.com/p/BmkpCsHBVn6/

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It doesn’t matter how many times you knock me down,                                                                                        I’ll just get up again. 

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if square doesn't let Cloud smile and laugh at least once in remake i'm going to physically fight them in the octagon

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Send ღ for a first kiss between our muses.

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𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋    𝐁𝐘     𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄,    𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒    𝐁𝐘    𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.     urging    freedom    she    opposes    the     galbadian     army,        despite      of     her     father’s    military     leverage     rinoa    manifests    actions     to    delay      their      schemes     that    were     wrenching  timber’s    independency.     THE   PRINCESS   OF   A  RESISTANCE  GROUP     willing     to     confront     anything     or     anyone      that     prevents     her   achievements,    however     unexpectancy     emerges     when      wicked     energy     launches     to    invert     her     role     for     the     biggest   foe   between    the   residents,      barely     they     believed     that      her            cosmical    crafts         would    redeem     them     from  the    maleficent,     angelic   features      arises     wings     behind     her     torso     revealing     a     power    that    was      once            occult           …   

INDEPENDENT, PRIVATE, SIDEBLOG TO SACREDFLORA  &  LOW ACTIVITY RINOA HEARTILLY ROLEPLAY BLOG FROM THE SQUARE ENIX COMPANY: FINAL FANTASY X SERIES ❯ PENNED BY TORI !

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                                      So what’s the problem?                          What’s keeping me from moving forward?

                                       I should be FREE now.                                            I should be ғɪɴᴇ.

                                     But the life I 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 for                                              Still isn’t MINE.

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bold the following that your character has done. italicise what your character would do.

murder  /  manslaughter /  assault  / robbery  / breaking   &   entering /  theft  /  embezzlement  /  kidnapping  /  torture  /  blackmail  /  arson  /  trespassing  /  treason  /  libel or slander  /  obstruction of justice  / lying to law enforcement / creation of a weapon  /  espionage / riot  /  escape from lawful custody / contempt of court /  public intoxication  /  conspiracy / accessory to a crime /  harboring a fugitive  /  bribery  /  perjury under oath  /  resisting arrest / identity theft /  corporate fraud  /  tax fraud  /  document forgery  / destruction of evidence / assassination /  counterfeiting  /  sale of a controlled substance  /  purchase of a controlled substance  /  failure to pay child support  /  hacking crimes / threat /  pick - pocketing /  shoplifting

tagged by: found it and stole it. tagging: @wayweaver @sacredflora @kuhato @insxrrection @maenadian @holdonescards @isolov @rosereapr @scfroth @untarnish @sharkpuppet @theheartstreasure @uccisore / @hariolor @theirwarmth @kissafist @ndeavor &&& anyone else who may want to do it ! just say Cae tagged you or you stole it from him lmao.

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                   Well, at least she's honest.          Wry, hallowed humour. He cannot help but feel taken aback at the all too familiar feeling her observation––a naked, BLACK truth--makes. It's the part of the core which keeps him from all but the most shallow-surface of attempts at an “ ordinary life”; whatever that might be. Of course he remembers the days of adolescence, spent toiling away under the sky ( whether it be bright and clear, cloudless and blue or dark and stormy, rain soaking through ) training.                   (    how often had he and Zack stayed out until the sun was closer to rising than falling? or regardless of rain, sleet or snow?   )          Back then, he had held onto his dreams and honour and looked to the future with a great determination. Of the three, only his STUBBORN drive was left.

         (    he had forfeited the rest when he sold his soul and used the very thing he fought against as a TOOL.    )

         So even if he succeeds in his main goal and survives the task, who is to say he will find anything beyond the shadow of contentment he sometimes manages at the odd time? Because despite what others may think, he is not blind to what goes on outside his “ BUBBLE ”. Though there are more keyblade wielders now than he could say he knew of two years ago, the number of Heartless and the worlds taken by the wiggly little beasts still far outnumbered them. Until the tide turned one way or the other, there would always be battles to be had.          Teen Cloud might have felt some FOOLISH EXCITEMENT in that because it meant he could prove his usefulness. . . but now such thrill is tempered after seeing this place, what once was called home, swallowed whole. && that is without mentioning all he has witnessed since.

         ‘Yeah,’ he finds himself replying, gaze withdrawing again to look ahead. ‘I know. Maybe that's something we'll have to accept if we wanna have any sort'a peace of mind. That we'll always need to be ready for another fight, another war,’ right shoulder lifts briefly in the smallest, casual shrug, before arms come to fold over his chest, back leaning lightly against the familiar brick wall. ‘I think. . .’ a pause. Hesitance as it STRIKES him that he's divulging an awful load to this nameless girl. Yet it's almost easier than doing so with someone he knows. . . odd, that. ‘––That I've already done so. It's probably why I can't rest,’          No matter though, he still feels a discomfort with giving away such information. It makes him shift––both physically a n d verbally--as he adopts weight on opposite foot, blues turned to the distance still. ‘You don't have to though, you know.’

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 It is as if the colossal stones sitting atop his shoulders is visible to the human eye, and for a moment, he is frozen by the level of astute she displays. She does not know him, this small girl sat upon the high-rise wall, the bottom of her boots not so much as able to skim the top of the crack skittering up the bricks.              ( too young, far too young to know what she was talking about. but when he looked into her eyes, those depths reflected the horrors his own had seen.                  ––dear shiva, he had hoped to never again see another child soldier. )         For a moment he finds his gaze casting ahead, instead of at his nameless companion. Mulling the words over, and just how right they are. Though he has placed his one-man mission on hold until he can come to a better method of ridding the cosmos of Sephiroth’s entire existence––that doesn’t involve world-hopping in the hopes of finally catching up–he does not feel at ease with the near-tranqulity of his surroundings… or the overall contentment that permeated the lives of his long time friends.                  (   how easy it was for Aerith and the rest to find peace. did his DARKNESSdrenched presence not––   )

        ‘Maybe not,’ he does not allow the doubts and fears to enter his words, to coat his voice in a way she might read. But he wonders if perhaps she won’t see it anyway, as she seems to already know more than she should. ‘But I guess that’s the price to pay to see it end… like jumping over the edge. We don’t know what comes after.’ half a huff, half a scoff escapes him as he shakes his head briefly, && blond spikes whip with the motion. Coming from him, that sounded almost…                  ( honest? raw? )         …Regardless, he finally moves to face her again, and this time, holds her gaze. A million thoughts flitted in and out, gone before fully formed, leaving him only with a single question. ‘Think you can do it?’

A young man tortured by a past that still nipped at his heels. Xion was familiar with the look in his eyes. She had seen it in the mirror. The look of fractured glass, someone torn-up from their roots, repurposed for grand schemes. Then left for dead when no longer useful. They had seen things they cannot forgot. To win a fight a transaction is required. The payment and price is a shard of humanity, the cost of survival. Win enough and there might not be anything left, just a hallowed out husk of a person filled in by the nightmares. Most nights, Xion felt scooped-out, fragile as glass and brittle enough to shatter. 

Xion perched on the retaining and her legs swung, lackadaisical. Her hands braced behind her to support her weight. No more the age of sixteen by appearance she was more than eager to strike-up a conversation about the hells of war. Someone to compare notes with, find some common ground. She was as lost as he was. The fighting is over. Xehanort is dead. Go home. Then Xion had replied, she never had one. As it turned out, heartless hunting was not a skill most functional teenagers possessed but it was her only one. The only thing Xion had ever been good at was fighting– at this point, she couldn’t even read. 

“No,” Xion answered flatly. Because lea offered her a place to stay and a couple hours  there drove her up the wall. The idea of days of quiet placidity was terrifying; Whole weeks with nothing to do, settled in her gut as rocks. She couldn’t do it. No way. It wasn’t in her design. She’d tip over the edge and fall to her doom.

If she did not find the war then it came to her. In her sleep, on constant replay. The fight, the wound, cruel faces. For a year she believed herself dead meat. Now she imagined it in vivid detail. Xion chopped up and given back to Sora to eat. What if she woke up one day with brown hair and blue eyes? She’d been wrong, Xion was the imposter and Sora the rightful owner. 

“There’s always something else out there.”

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me, doing replies and building the background for my KH verse because SquareE is too much of a coward to give it to me.

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♕ ✦ —• 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒶 𝓂𝑜𝒷 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 ?                 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝒹 ?               𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 ?                 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 ?

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Random but I love Corey so much??? Would fight and die in his honour.