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Barbell piercings but with small materia shards (obviously filed and treated so you don't rip yourself to shreds on any edges).
Barbell piercing through the tongue. A small shard of fire materia: tada! Humanity's very own version of being a dragon.
#crack is crack but anyway#this is not IC at all but lemme tell you Chaos would be I n t r i g u e d by materia piercings#that is all#watch him just pester someone bc he can sense the materia but v faintly so where is it????#on your TONGUE?? WHAT? LET ME SEE#and you can breathe fire with this? send sparks flying? OH can you literally steal someone's breath away?#WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVEN'T TRIED
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#nah that possible headcanon goes out the window#was tossing it around but not SO keen on it hmm#behind your eyes a hundred truths to hide ooc
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Chaos is rather fond of that device. And murdering random people in outer space. So it is that he pockets Strife’s phone for use in the meantime.
Actual use. As in text message. Just to get a feel for who the thief might be. He doesn’t waste Strife’s internet on space blob shenanigans at all. The picture of innocence, this one.
If you value your spine remaining intact, you will return that phone to its rightful owner :)
@planetsxend liked for a small starter !
He’s somehow snagged Vincent’s phone, going through the apps to find Among Us installed.
“Yo, he plays this game?”
Alas, it isn’t Vincent who’s playing it in reality. And Reno would think he can just get away with being nosy.
#devilreno#I'm still wheezing I'm just picturing Reno playing the damn thing on Vincent's phone and there Chaos is looming behind him with knife in han#hand*#crack is crack but anyway
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On one hand I like the idea of this creature developing something of a tolerance for humanity, deciding for himself the continued existence of all life on the Planet is worth fighting for. Not necessarily picking that up from Vincent, but through the host's friends, and their collective interactions with the world.
On the other hand I'm also partial to the notion of Chaos remaining steadfast in the purpose of his creation: death, working to bloat the Lifestream so Omega can ferry most of the Planet's everything elsewhere on the end of days. Can you imagine AVALANCHE/WRO learning about this thing locked up in Vincent's body? Maybe taking a minute to think on it and realise "hey, this thing's been sharing Vincent's experiences up until now, do you think it can talk?"
Vincent nudging this particular Other Inhabitant forward and Chaos manifests surrounded by the host's teammates, various weapons trained on him should he be hostile. The most pressing of which: the sword Cloud has levelled oh so close to his throat, almost a kiss between steel and flesh.
"We have some questions. And I reckon you understand us just fine," Cloud says, and the WEAPON seated before him smiles, wide and carefree. A yes if ever they've seen one.
And so they question him, maybe for minutes, maybe for hours, sometimes he answers and sometimes he doesn't. And then somebody mentions Jenova, the threat posed, and says "you knew, didn't you?"
And he says yes. To their outrage. Their horror. Why didn't you help us? Why didn't you warn us?
A feather-light tap-tap-tap of claws along the blade of Cloud's weapon. "One day the physical state of this Planet will crumble. I care not how, nor when, only that it does. Why should I assist? My purpose is to destroy."
Some many hours later over a round of drinks someone claps Vincent on the shoulder with some muttering of sympathy for sharing headspace with such a heartless bastard.
#behind your eyes a hundred truths to hide ooc#also like pls someone just run him through like he did with Azul#and be absolutely horrified when he starts laughing#pls
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Crack is crack but anyway.
Demons adding Among Us to Vincent's phone (he gets one in OG SHHH let me dream).
They play it while he sleeps.
Wind up in a match with the Turks.
One of whom is a v good imposter (Rude, probably)
Meets said Turk in the flesh and suddenly Vincent is Possessed bc the demons would like A Word with that fucker.
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Take an unscheduled break from tumblr in general due to mental health.
Come back to see some changes on the website.
Also that my edited icons have fucked up in their folders. Again.
SIGH.
#behind your eyes a hundred truths to hide ooc#hello I guess lololololol#I really don't like the new notifications omg
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@nibelheimraised came after my feels with Cloud’s sword ;A;
❝ you were gone . ❞
A truce called in the face of Geostigma’s wreckage, aid given by an unlikely hand. Proximity breeds familiarity, so they say, and so they demonstrate with the gradual lowering of defences, the softening of words, the WEAPON’s shift from Strife to Cloud.
From Chaos there is no judgement, from Cloud there is no fear, and from their meeting place (the Church) no threat. A safe space for retreat, for respite, a taste of normal in a world gone to hell and back. A meal for two, a bed offered while the WEAPON stands guard, body heat shared when the chill of illness takes hold. The easy fall into routine, unexpected but not unwelcome.
And then the call to arms once more: DeepGround, the Tsviets, Hojo, again, why does it always come back to him? Not without casualties this time, on their side, his side, where is Chaos?
“Gone,” Vincent says, almost gentle, “returned to the Lifestream with Omega.”
... Dead? Chaos? Impossible.
“Bullshit.”
Truth.
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Seven months, one week, three days, and some hours. The Church hasn’t changed at all in that time. Even after another potentially world-ending disaster, another battleground kicked up around it. What magic Miss Aerith must have layered upon it, for it to survive against all odds. He lays a hand on one of the doors, only for a voice to bar him entry, drawing him up short like a bolt to the spine.
“You were gone.”
“... So I was. The Planet is rather hesitant to have the harbinger of death walking amongst the living. Hello, Cloud.”
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@missionheartcd is asking the serious questions:
"do you remember them — the Cetra?" curiosity muted within dark hazels, peering up to luminescent golds ; would Chaos even deem him worthy of his time? the inquiry, even worth pondering?
Do you remember them - the C e t r a?
Twenty-seven cycles of the Planet’s natural order, walking on Her soil, learning and shaping the swell and ebb of Her power with the seasons, death but a distant dream.
All falling as one when She screams, pain pain pain, a grievous wound. Calamity. She calls for help and they answer, Her loyal children, they and the Summons both.
“What will you give?”
“Anything. Everything.”
And so that is what She takes, the bodies of some, the minds of others, the souls of the last. For an unlucky few, She takes all three, She takes everything.
“Forget all that you were before,” Her whisper, breaking them apart and remaking them whole, “my warriors, my WEAPONs.”
Only twenty-seven cycles. He should have died after twenty more.
Do you remember t h e m -
"You will obey, my child,” his mother’s voice, his mother’s smile, and the smallest fragment of his mother’s soul housed in the shell of another WEAPON, glittering in its eyes alongside countless others. Omega. “You will obey.”
Do you r e m e m b e r -
“Who are you?”
“No-one.”
“What are you?”
“I am Chaos.”
“Whom do you serve?”
“The Planet.”
Do y o u -
A spike of pain drives into the WEAPON’s left temple (where he was struck once upon a time), dissolving the fragile memories Tseng’s question had brought to the surface. Forget all that you were before -
“The Cetra themselves? No. But their powers... those I can almost recall. That which you call magic nowadays? Little more than a candle to their wildfires.”
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A Chaos possessed Zack-- commission for @planetsxend ♡ loved working on this and revisiting watercolour.
#oopsie woopsie promotie#lookit the art LOOK AT IT I LOVE IT#@everyone chasing after Zack when he and Cloud bust out of Nibelheim: YOU BETTER START RUNNING
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On one hand: Tseng makes a striking figure to look at.
On the other: he’s a Turk.
#dash commentary#also definitely IC I almost feel sorry for this poor bastard#hey Chaos you have a type for guys with long dark hair and legs for miles and the ability to kick your ass at least halfway to Sunday
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@dimidiumseras is a terrible influence on his impulse control:
"We should go to the movies. And you should spread your wings. I would love to see anyone bitch about not being able to see."
“If you want me starting a fight you could just ask me to grab Shinra by the ankle and dangle him upside down from the rooftop of his own building. Roast some Turkeys while I’m at it.”
A pause as he hums in thought, tongue curling ‘round the tip of first one fang, then the other.
“So long as there is no caramel popcorn involved, I am not opposed to such an outing.” Whether he means to the movies or to go pester Shinra and his lackeys is anyone’s guess.
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Sees the equivalent of "feel free to pester my muse" on the dash.
IMMEDIATELY wants to send Chaos over to do exactly that. By like. Licking their cheek (as he has done with Cloud) or making a mild but infuriating remark (watch you don't trip, I hear it gets you down) or flicking something at them (maybe even a tonberry) or literally dropping in on them (yay for wings?)
Or if he was visiting someone in an office environment (WRO operatives, Cloud, Turks), stealing shit off their desk.
Me: it would be so much simpler if you literally did just chomp on people.
Chaos: where 🙃 is the fun 🤔 in that 😝 ?
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angst starters:
❝ i didn’t mean to ruin your life . ❞ ❝ stay . please ? ❞ ❝ why do you sacrifice so much for me ? ❞ ❝ i’m sick of running . ❞ ❝ you don’t understand . ❞ ❝ don’t you know who i am ? ❞ ❝ i know i made a mistake ! you don’t need to rub it in ! ❞ ❝ some days i just want to disappear. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to talk about it . ❞ ❝ it’s your fault we’re living like this ! ❞ ❝ you’re not as empty as you lead others to believe . ❞ ❝ i’ve moved on . ❞ ❝ i had a nightmare . ❞ ❝ shh , i’m here … ❞ ❝ do you know how much that meant to me ? ❞ ❝ i can’t just … you can’t expect me to answer something like that so easily ! ❞ ❝ i’m trying my best ! doesn’t that matter ?! ❞ ❝ i wish we never met . ❞ ❝ were you happier with them ? ❞ ❝ did you ever care about me ? ❞ ❝ can you forgive me ? ❞ ❝ stop acting like you’re happy . i know you’re not . ❞ ❝ i’m not lying to you ! believe me ! ❞ ❝ i miss them . ❞ ❝ let’s go home . please . go home with us . ❞ ❝ go to hell . ❞ ❝ i’m not a hero so stop saying i am one . ❞ ❝ it’s okay to break . ❞ ❝ can we just … talk for a while ? can we do that ? ❞ ❝ go away . ❞ ❝ of all lives , you had to butt in on mine . ❞ ❝ I’M selfish ? ❞ ❝ i moved heaven and earth to save you . ❞ ❝ i don’t feel okay . i’ve never felt okay . ❞ ❝ you were gone . ❞ ❝ are we living a lie … ? ❞ ❝ don’t lock me out . please . ❞ ❝ you failed . ❞ ❝ did i make you proud ? did i ever make you proud ? ❞ ❝ i’m so tired . ❞ ❝ we can still go back . ❞
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Try biting his finger, Cloud. Just try it. He's got very sharp teethies and he ain't afraid to use them :/
#nibelheimraised#somewhere in the universe Aerith is contemplating in whacking the pair of them with her staff#numerous times#with a fair helping of magic
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@igniflame needs a hug, apparently???
❛ i don’t want to be soft anymore . i want to be bloody knuckles and glass shards and i want people to be afraid of hurting me . ❜
Threat of a vicious response is hardly a deterrent for the likes of Chaos (no-one needs reminding he’d quite cheerfully headbutt Sephiroth for fun). But... a casual retort would be a tad too callous after such raw honesty.
When did I develop a trustworthy face?
“Take care not to hurt yourself in the process.”
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@igniflame has a bee in his bonnet:
❛ i am being perfectly fucking civil . ❜
“And yet your tone alone could strip flesh from bone. Did someone piss in your cheerios this morning? Scratch your bike? Use the last of your pomade?”
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@nibelheimraised is being a rude little shit:
“ tell me again how age ever helped anyone, fossil. ” 😒
“With age comes wisdom, Cloudypuff. And a wise man would perhaps think twice before being mouthy with someone more than capable of snapping his spine in half and sucking the marrow from it.”
Consider the flick on the nose as a reprimand, Cloud.
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