#*/ CWARSCARS.

[wclfstrife]

Rolling his eyes, Cloud listened through the rant ( begrudingly ), not a bit convinced but with a raised brow and an unconcerned 'uh-huh.' One of them knew the truth, clearly. He crossed his arms and scoffed. ❛ That's how being delusional works, dumbass. your fabricated truth portrays others as 'delusional.' ❜

"i've no idea what you're talking about-" heidegger - lie?! in WHAT universe? he'd not told a lie in a single day of his life. "every word i speak is the truth-" he places a hand on his chest, a man so noble "so when i tell you that you're a delusional conman - it's TRUE!"

[voidsacrifice]

Rufus and Heidegger (@cwarscars) are on a date.

[stingslikeabee]

I GOT REALLY CARRIED AWAY THINKING ABOUT THEM LIVING IN COSTA DEL SOL AND HOLDING PARTIES AND BEING THOSE HOSTS WHO ARE ALL SMILES BUT LOWKEY BITCHING ABOUT HALF OF THEIR GUESTS CAUSE WTF WHY IS BRENDA OR PALMER HERE PFFFT. im sorry to randomly throw this at you, i love them and love u ok bye now have good day lov u owo

[sailingtempest]

{Continuing from (x) for: @cwarscars}

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Height may intimidate Teresa here and there, especially given she isn't exactly the most tallest person out of everyone she knew. Even more with her alien friends who stood at great height. Even then, she has gotten used to people being taller than her that any attempts to insult her height or to intimidate her with their height easily got brushed off. It took a lot for someone to intimidate her with their height and he didn't seem to appear at doing a good job. Or maybe he's holding back and didn't want to frighten her too much, even if she could handle it. Who knows.

The grin settling on Heid's lips dimmed with its pride and an attitude is certainly noted. One that caused the curious look on Teresa's face to disappear and her posture to straightened up. A stern look slowly settled in. She must have hit a touchy subject talking about family. How stupid could she be!

Not everyone didn't have the greatest family and he's probably one of those people. It only made her form an apologetic look in her eyes. A way to say she's sorry. A way to say she is genuine and didn't mean to do this. But then, there's the bite of teasing in his voice, calming her nerves and bringing a smile to her lips.

A gentle one.

❝Nice, nice. I am certain you love using your height to your advantage! Imagine the fear in people's faces when you tower over them. I know a few of my friends enjoy doing that too.❞ The smile transformed into something bigger. ❝Clearly I'm not kneeling, as you can see. Now-❞ One hand moved forward to boop his nose, clearly not offended by him calling her short. ❝It means my height can be used to toss me around, knocking people down. One of those cool looking moves where a taller - and stronger - person sends the smaller person flying into their enemies. We can do that. I always wanted to do that! But no one in my crew wants to do it with me. Not even Drack.❞

[kedamononoken]

He reaches out - reaches forth to choke the man, to squeeze fingers around his throat til he can barely breathe his last; his grip is harsh, his fingers rough on skin. What starts as a tight squeeze, edges into the curious touch of a man so close to something he's dreamed of for so long - those hands loosen, claws withdrawn for the caress of an animal, eased. But Heidegger isn't soft, isn't gentle. He's stricken. So wanting to murder the other that he can't quite bring himself to do it - he wants to savour it. He needs to feel it, really feel it. The warmth of flesh between his fingers, the heat of Godo's breaths beside his ear. He himself pants into the other's neck - resists the temptation to draw blood with fangs, instead grazes lips along skin. Tells himself he does not want a taste but rather, blood.

Well, aren't they the same?

He hates himself enough to spare the other man's neck a kiss - pursed lips, not without the edge of his teeth between them. Oh, if only he didn't want him so badly.

As always, Godo remains obdurate as stone and just as silent.

Heidegger's visits are infrequent, yet spaced just long enough apart that some none too small part of his mind anticipates his coming. And every time the other man reaches for him, he hopes that his touch will bring what he desires most- Death.

Whatever vision of unbending steel and righteous mettle the former Commander may be seeing is simply a ghost- Some phantom echo from a time when he'd thought himself invincible, even chosen by the Gods.

Godo is no warrior-patriarch of a vast and powerful dynasty, simply a thrall to an eikon that traded power for mako. He has killed and betrayed, conquered and subjugated, sacrificed innumerable lives of the slaves he made of the once proud populaces of smaller, weaker nations.

He is no better than the conglomerate that keeps him hostage, offering false promises of enlightenment and feeding the souls of those he considered inferior to the flames. He chose this- To offer himself to Shinra in exchange for a truce, an end to a foolish era dominated by greed and arrogance.

Perhaps, in an entirely selfish way, he hopes that Shinra will follow in Wutai's footsteps with the discovery of what 'summon creatures' truly are. He does not care to live long enough to see the city reduced to ash and bones, such a fate is inevitable- what they exchange in order to seize such abilities always costs more than the price agreed upon.

He is... tired, down to his rotten marrow and blanched soul.

Not even the graze of his old rival's lips enflames him, nary a spark to be birthed from such an act given to one so unworthy. Their eyes once burned with righteous fury and a madness that only another consumed by madness could understand. Now his are dull and bereft of that light that once guided his every move and executed each decision made with wrathful certainty.

"What you truly seek is mere illusion, nothing more than the conceit of mad tyrant's pursuit of godhood. Everything that I believed, everything that I once understood with such an angry and dogmatic fervor, was little more than a child's fantasy. A foolish, intransient dream as tangible as smoke fading into air."

[ofgeneticperfection]

Cont From: HERE

She did enjoy playing games, the power she mentally held over people. She could truly get into a persons head. As far as they wanted to run there was always a hidden curiosity, a spot in their mind she would ever occupy.

She notes the look in his eyes and slowly moves the finger from her cheek, letting it hover in the air between them before she slowly places it to his own. Her eyes trace the movements of her finger as she drags it down towards his beard for this brief moment of captivation.

"What would the Professor say..." She whispers. "Knowing that you are playing with something that belongs to him..." Her sharp gaze meets his own as her fingers drag his hand towards her throat. "Does it make you....want to hurt me?" Her pupils dilate at the thought.

@cwarscars

[futurespacess]

Starter | Muse: Eli / Liquid Snake

It had taken some time to secure this man, and the effort to keep it all silenced from any public eye was immense. He had his people keep the man fully unconscious for the duration of the trip back to Northern part of the world, where their base lay in secret from all. No one had dared to question why he had set up shop in this specific part of the world, not yet, and he would keep it that way for a time. 

The frozen temperatures were an annoyance, but he made sure most of the main areas were well-heated, and especially the place he would keep this man at. While the other started to come to, he would pace the room, almost impatiently so. Any minute now...

| @cwarscars |

[holyguardian]

@cwarscars | 📱

[ TEXT - MR. H ]: Heard you have a condition.

[ TEXT - MR. H ]: Also heard you hate scientists. Might be a problem.

[ TEXT - MR. H ]: Aerith Faremis, daughter to the late Prof. Gast Faremis.

[ TEXT - MR. H ]: If you want help, let’s meet. Early morning. Somewhere busy. We have beef against the same man.

[soldier-lodbrok]

@cwarscars | X

There it was. SHinra’s repetitive mottos. Propaganda. Planted into the heads of young people, who had starry eyes when they looked up to the posters of ‘heroes’. Unaware of what they were signing up to. Once, Glenn had been the same.

And he was sure, once, a long time ago, Heidegger had been just the same.

It was hard to imagine a young version of Heidegger when the towering man stood across from him in the dimly lit room. Had he been naïve? Had he wanted to become the leader of the military one day? Had he just tried to find a better life for himself?

If there was one thing that Glenn always bet on, it was the humanity in every SOLDIER of Shinra’s ranks. He had had it himself. And he had even seen it in Sephiroth, he had held that kid back then. He had seen pieces of him that the public never got to see. And he would bet it was similar with Heidegger – only that years of pride and honour now had built up a shield all around him. That could be his downfall…

“Soldiers shouldn’t be mindless tools. Honour and commitment to the wrong person are just smoke. You know that. I am sure you don’t see yourself that way, soldier.”, Glenn replied with a small quip of sarcasm in his voice. Teasing.

Though he wasn’t here to play games. He was here to find allies in unlikely positions.

Taking a step himself, closer to Heidegger, Glenn let the black hood slip from his head, so the other could get a better look of his face. He might recognize it. Maybe. Though Glenn looked different than he had once. He was older, of course. And more gaunt now. The bullet in his back had brought him to the brink of death – and it had taken weeks, months to recover. To be able to even stand again. He was weak. And that was why he needed to find new connections. The world was at the brink, too.

“I am someone that has been used by Rufus Shinra. Just as you are now. I have been a SOLDIER. The same as you are now. My life meant nothing to Shinra. As yours doesn’t now. The world is collapsing. You can feel it, right? And yet Shinra marches on towards the fucking cliff. And drags the world with them. Do you really just want to be a stepstone for Rufus Shinra on his way to destroying everything good in Gaia? He will never have a scar, because it's us who bleed. A good SOLDIER knows better than that, Magnar.”

[chosenbythecrystal]

@cwarscars continued from here.

Noctis remained in the doorway for a moment before slipping inside and closing the door behind him. Heidegger hadn't actually told him to go, but even if he had, the boy probably wouldn't have listened. Not when the man looked so sad. He thought that the last thing the General needed was to be left alone.

"Why not?"

Did Heidegger think that he'd think less of him? Did he think Noctis would judge him? He was the strongest person Noctis knew, but even the strong had their moments of weakness. Noctis just wanted to make sure he was okay. Heidegger had taken him under his wing when he'd had nobody else, so he'd grown to view the man as a father figure. He didn't like seeing him like this, not because he thought less of him, but because he cared about him.

"Everyone gets sad sometimes...and you look after me when I'm upset."

After a few more moments of standing by the door, Noctis walked further into the room. The smell of alcohol was thick in the air, but he ignored it as he stepped up to the man's desk. Once he reached him, he found himself unsure of what to do. Heidegger wasn't the most touchy-feely person in the world, but he'd always shown his own brand of affection by clapping him on the back or shoulder, or ruffling his hair.

Right now though, he thought the man looked like he could use a hug.

Heidegger was a lot bigger than him, so it was a little awkward to wrap his arms around him, especially when he was standing and the man was sitting down. He didn't let that deter him though, as he tightly embraced the man, burying his face in the crook of his neck.

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to but...I'm here if you need me."

[voidsacrifice]

more or less plotted starter for @cwarscars

Today was finally the day. After all those years of training and torture and fighting, today Genesis would finally get his reward. Here down in Deepground every day was survival of the fittest and even though the young one had not understood it why the people in white coats were calling him a failure and eager to make him bleed, he simply decided that he would not give up and die. He would fight. He would fight and survive and one day he would be strong enough to be allowed to go to the outside world and kill and spill the blood of those the organization and their superiors deemed useless. He only had to endure. And he did. If they wanted to turn him into a monster he would succeed and become the deadliest creature they had ever seen.

Now he stood in front of the whitecoat that had been in charge of his training and development ever since Genesis had arrived at Deepground at a young age, the very man that had been responsible of countless sessions of being strapped to a table and screaming his lungs out while being cut open again and again. Marcus was his name, and Genesis had never seen a crueler smile than the one on this man’s face. But today he seemed almost proud when he looked at Genesis.

Genesis kept quiet as Marcus examined him with his eyes. Now that he was about to leave Deepground he had been allowed to exchange his dirty white uniform against a black sweater and a comfortable pair of black trousers, and on top of that he had received a beautiful red leather coat as a gift or rather as a reminder of what would be taken away from Genesis should he fail now. His trademark weapon, a red rapier, was strapped to his back, and his hands were tied in front of him to prevent him from attacking anyone after they left the facility, he was nothing more than a weapon after all.

“One of Shinra’s executives requested an assistant that would make no fuss about carrying out orders others would refuse. In other words, he wants you to do his dirty work for him. I assume torturing and killing will be among those orders”, Marcus explained to him as they stepped into the elevator that would take them right to Shinra’s headquarters.

“This is our chance to prove that our work here in Deepground matters just as much as everything they put into the official SOLDIER program. You won’t mess this up and disappoint me, right, Genesis?”

Marcus smiled at him, but Genesis knew that this smile was nothing more than a threat in disguise, so he simply shook his head in response, no words needed.

When they finally made their way through the long corridors of the headquarters Genesis didn’t get a chance to look around despite his curiosity and fascination for a world he never got to experience before. And when he was finally presented to the man he was supposed to work for now, Genesis could only stare for a moment.

The man before him was tall, very tall, dark-haired and wore a very mean looking smile on his face. There was a dangerous aura about him, one that expressed dominance and control, but also unmistakable competence. A SOLDIER? Genesis wasn’t sure, but this first impression was very impressive nevertheless.

“Go on. Introduce yourself”, Marcus then urged him on, already looking at him with impatience.

“It is an honor to meet you, Sir. My name is Genesis.” The red-haired man slightly bowed his head, but then his curiosity got the better of him and he added: “Who are you?” It felt almost like a desperate need to learn more about the man, but before the man in question could even reply, Marcus already moved.

He kicked his red-headed subordinate in the back of his knees, making him fall to his knees in front of the tall man, grabbing a fistful of his hair to yank his head back enough to hiss into his ear: “You do not ask unnecessary questions. I thought I raised you better than that.”

With that he let go of Genesis’ hair to apologise to the dark-haired executive, meanwhile Genesis bowed his head and kept his eyes on the ground, awaiting either punishment or his first order from the man that was now in charge of him, tied up hands clenched into shaking fists.

[stingslikeabee]

[ reach ] sender hesitantly reaches for receiver's hand, unsure if the action will be reciprocated (set in the werewolf verse owo)

he knows the risk; knows the beat of his own heart - its stifled tune, a hasty rhythm when in her presence. when so close to her, his desperation to touch her becomes all the more. he'd say that he only wants to hold her, only wants to clench hands around hers, grace her lips with a kiss. but - that would be a lie.

the animal wants her as much as the man; he wants kisses to become teeth on her skin, the hands that touch her to become claws tearing clothes from her form. it wouldn't be the first time, after all. and after last time - he craves it only all the more.

his movement is slow, cautious - unafraid of the hunter ( perhaps he ought to be ), more-so afraid of himself. the temptation that has sweat bead across his brow and lips wet with hunger. the hazel depths of his gaze can look nowhere but her - and were she to greet his eyes with her own, she'd perhaps see his unwavering desire.

prompts for touch-starved muses . accepting

It was a gentle touch to the hair - almost as if Heidegger had been keen on removing a fallen leaf from the huntress' tresses or something equally practical. But Melissa knew better - they were both used to a life in the woods, out in the wild and sometimes behaving more like beasts than humans, too. Besides, camping made for very poor conditions to prevent such thing from happening - the woman was more than accustomed to combing the stray bits and pieces of grass and tree bark from herself when she woke up.

So, instead, Melissa turned on her side - the blanket beneath did very little to soften the ground below, but she didn't mind. If anything - Heidegger had learned that she was no damsel in distress; the brunette could do violence and savagery just as the werewolf, albeit with different weapons. But now, sharing a look under the moonlight and whatever embers remained of the fire, there was nothing about her that suggested a ferocity of the lethal kind.

"What are you so afraid of, Magnar?" the words were whispered but loud enough to be heard; the first name was a deliberate choice of hers to foster that bond. The deeper he cared for her, the more likely it would help him retain his more human-like senses. Their closeness was also mentioned by the woman as necessary so the experiment would not be interrupted - he needed to smell her, the sweat, blood and even taste the saliva coated with the wolfsbane-infused potion to be tamed.

But, deep down, that proximity doubled as something else; if her family knew about it, they would likely sever ties as readily as they were able. A huntress of the Drysdell line not killing the monster, but laying with it; one of their own screaming not during the chaos of the battle, but out of sheer ecstasy while riding him. The body hair, the claws and even the growls in his deep voice - it all made Melissa not want to fight, but rather give in to the equally primal urges he awakened in the woman.

"You can't hurt me," the woman reinforced her theory, a feminine hand going over to his face and softly caressing his visage in a reflection of his own touches. The brunette examined his features with her own eyes and the tip of her digits alike, sensing his breathing quickening and the added heat of the werewolf's intense gaze. Heidegger didn't fully believe her - he kept saying how he was a danger, to himself and others. Melissa should run away from one that was more beast than man.

And yet, the huntress dragged herself closer to him - seeking the body warmth he offered as if he was permanently feverish. Smaller frame fitting into his muscular one like they were made to embrace like that, the woman peered up to his face with a smile that was less on the gentle side and more on the teasing one; inching forward, Melissa was the one that kissed him first - lips against his, a tongue daring to wet his own and asking for entrance.

"Well, that was not entirely true," the woman murmured, keeping the lazy kissing up as well as she was able even in the middle of her whispered words, "You can't hurt me in a way I don't enjoy; I welcome your other side, Magnar. As long as I'm taking my own creation, you'll never fully lose your senses and wound me lethally," a dangerous gamble, surely, but one that their first time together had confirmed.

The moon was not yet full - enough to provide them with light and to just heighten his senses, but not transform. Smiling further, Melissa's tongue played with his, savoring the werewolf like a delicacy and having one of her hands going through the opening of his shirt. Once inside, the brunette slid a warm palm towards his chest and trailed the soft hair, capturing a nipple to torment.

"Do you want to test that theory again? Make love to me, Magnar. I promise that your teeth won't be sharp enough to tear through flesh - just enough to give me something to remember you by."

[sailingtempest]

Transmission incoming: @cwarscars

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"behave yourself, or i'm warning you…" for teresa c:

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Behave herself?

The moment the words hit against Teresa's eardrums, it only cause her to freeze up. A thoughtful look flickered across her tanned features, making it obvious to anyone she's thinking about what to say next in response. Most may consider this as a wise move, though she says otherwise. It only meant there might be some kind of trouble coming from the horizon, only begging for her to be put in a sticky situation.

Sure, Teresa could be professional and actually behave herself. The drop in the other's voice with a threatened tone lacing within meant he's serious. Danger is right there, presenting itself to her if she's not careful enough. Even if he didn't end up putting her in a physical fight, there's other means of trouble. This will end badly for them both, especially since she's not in the greatest spot. She couldn't underestimate him at all, even if she uses her biotic abilities to help her out. At the same time, something about being told to behave herself only made her itch to do the opposite. The inner rebelling spark enabling her to do something, anything to stir up some trouble.

The choices are weighed carefully in her mind.

Slowly - and not by a lot - Teresa released some tension from her body, allowing herself to relax. The thoughtful look shoved away, being replaced by a mischievous glint yet guarded.

❝Or what? What would the consequence be?❞ Words dripping with almost a casual tone, though careful picked out. ❝That we get kicked out of here? That's not the worse thing that will happen to us.❞

[starvingtongue]

1-100 for dona! c:

@cwarscars // spotify wrapped as a arrived! send me 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle // accepting!

"You said lets take advantage of this rainstorm," she felt a chill sweep across her body. arms folded across her torso as best she could to try and warm her body up, regret at her own choice of clothing finally sinking in. she was struggling to remember why she had agreed to this idea in the first place. there was logic to the idea, that was true, but now she realised maybe it hadn't been the best idea after all. she felt a shiver go through her body. as someone who was used to warmer climates, this was becoming a stark reality check that she wasn't in Kilika at least. at least in Kilika most of their rainstorms were warm.

"I've never been so soaked before, ugh."

she shook her head in digust. she hated being caught in the rain. she hated the feeling of wet clothes against her body. she could feel strands of hair stuck to her face and back. strangely enough, her companion didn't look nearly as soaked as Dona did, and she couldn't help by eye him warily.

Holliday by The Weekend Run Club

[kedamononoken]

@cwarscars

[ofgeneticperfection]

HEID CALLED HOJO A LONG-HAIRED LUNATIC IN CANON ( the powerwash dlc lol ) AND I NEED TO KNOW IZZYS THOUGHTS ON THIS. PLS. NO REASON WHY JUST WANNA KNOW HER THOUGHTS ON THEIR DUMB LIL OLD MAN FEUD. ARE THEY BOTH AS DUMB AS EACH OTHER REALLY?

Well Izzy's not going to deny that Hojo is a lunatic XD She's used to the tensions between the departments as its always been there, though yes, she does find it silly to be wasting time on. They both have the potential to dispose of the other but they can't because, in fact, they do need each other and its hard for either to admit to the symbiotic relationship. Heideggar has need of the science for his Solider and Hojo needs....well the Soldiers xD

So really its just a petty way to vent annoyance. And yeah she usually will take Hojo's side and she harbors a dislike of Heid by default. I do think she finds it fun to annoy him too sometimes. To just go hang out and bug him because she knows that she unnerves him xD He's probably the only on in ShinRa, since he has those predatory war instincts, that can sense there is something OFF about her other than the rumors that she's 'only an assistant because she sleeps witht he Professor' crap. Which, its much deeper than that. She wants people to roll with that because she doesn't want them to know the truth. Its very dark. She's not quite human. And Heid somehow KNOWS that.

So yeah she likes to watch him squirm and then get dragged back to the labs where he then tells Hojo to keep his things in his own department and out of his. (lmao!) I just have some goofy HC's out there in my head.

On the other hand she doesn't exactly mind that Heideggar does these sorts of things to irritate him. Hojo does piss Izzy off more often that you might think....and she does love to annoy Hojo and get under his skin as well. Because she's psychotic too. Basically anyone that has a high ranking in ShinRa is.

But the gist of it is that yeah, she's probably rolling her eyes at it but she also probably doesn't really give a fuck and is mildly entertained by it at the same time, giggling to herself how they're even humoring any of it at all with their status.

I swear you just ask me this crap to make me rant xD