#*scurries away*

[dvcky-duck]

ipad children

[darling-renyuu]

auron + rook: the tortured poets’ department

+ close ups

did i deliver

[kopfkino-o]

not tryna stir shit but all I’m gonna say is like 94% of Elriels I’ve come across are also pro-Feysand, pro-Nessian, pro-IC, etc. Some members of other side(s) though… not so much. Which is okay. Everyone is entitled to their opinions. But if you’re hating literally all the main characters/parings, then maybe, JUST MAYBE, you’re reading these books wrong.

[casperth3ghost]

@antiquepearlss hiii:3

ive seen ur posts & im sorry youre having a bad day rn im so sorry abt that:((

but i hope this stupid little doodle i did lightens ur day a little more:3!!

[mushyblushyredhead]

I was rewatching TF Prime yesterday at ungodly hours and my fluffy delulu brain would not leave me alone until I drew this… dhskchdkfhjrhhh!! Give the babey scout alllllll the tickles!!✨🪶 💛🖤🐝

….Yeah. I’m gonna get sucked back into my TFP hyperfixation (>\\\<) stay tuned cuz I’m gettin’ Smokescreen next! *evil giggle* >:3

[prismaticpichu]

Things that are CANON in Pichu’s Delusional La La Land <33

(Aka, if you stumble into my territory, this is what you’re getting yourself into x,DD)

~

• Through their shared grief over Angeal’s desertion and subsequent death, Zack and Sephiroth become unshakable best friends throughout the events of Crisis Core 💙

• That said… Zack & Sephiroth have a fight/violent falling out just after the events of Modeoheim, eventually ending with a bruised Zack (who has just been slapped) calling Sephiroth a monster and storming away 💙

• Days later, Sephiroth finds a broken Zack in his quarters when he stops by to deliver something, leading to Sephiroth enveloping the mourning boy in his arms in a silent, sincere apology 💚

• Zack has an orange dragon plushie named Muffin 💙

• While Zack IS more social than almost anyone in his friend group, he is still prone to some social anxiety every now and then, and absolutely gets overwhelmed when there’s too many people around/in one place 💙

• On a similar note, Sephiroth’s childhood days in mako tanks have resulted in him having minor claustrophobia 💚

• Sephiroth’s hobbies include: sewing, baking, reading, writing/journaling, stargazing 💚

• Zack’s hobbies include: drawing, video games, watching movies of various genres, learning new things

• Having joined ShinRa at the tender age of 13, Zack missed out on a lot of rich education, resulting in Angeal (and later Sephiroth) tutoring him in different subjects to try to give him an authentic experience (albeit Sephiroth is weary of the ShinRa-tinted history) 💙

• Sephiroth’s eyes dilate when happy/shrink into pinpricks when angered or possessed 💚

• Zack is trusted with a spare key to Sephiroth’s apartment 💙

• While Nibelheim does physically burn, the events play out slightly differently, with Sephiroth only staying in the library for a single night alone; however, because he was planning on leaving (thanks to Zack stopping by and wholeheartedly comforting him), Jenova strikes with much more purposeful force/control, eventually culminating in Zack breaking through her mind control with the power of FRENSHIP during their fight in the Reactor 💙

• Following this diverted Nibelheim, Sephiroth comes to live with Zack & his family in Gongaga, eventually being gifted his own room and official spot in the community 💚

[luna-the-cretar]

Shepherd! (For real this time)

I just think he’s neat :)

(No but why am I lowkey obsessed with this one. He so handsome •v•)

[lonely-linn]

CIRCE

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hypothetically speaking, if I were to put a blorbo who cannot swim in The Great Sea and then fish them out, what exactly should I do with them once they're on dry land and not drowning? The first aid instructions I've read really don't explain much beyond CPR and calling for help, so I'm assuming there's at least a recommended amount of time to monitor for complications.

Wait, CPR is if they’re dead, are you killing a blorbo?

We talking like, not breathing drowning kind of thing? Darn I had a post about this I can’t be bothered to track down lol

Important Medical Facts for Blorbos (and non Blorbos)

If Blorbo is not breathing but has a pulse: Rescue breathing!!

If Blorbo is not breathing and has no pulse: CPR!!

Other drowning facts:

Keep your Blorbo warm

Keep your Blorbo on their side for vomiting and coughing up water

They probably are gonna get pneumonia or something later if they inhaled a ton of water

[stormbreaker-290]

Wait, what's stopping you from creating an alternate version of static in hyades' dimension?

A

Well

Like

,,,

...myself-? ,:3

[yumieio]

Crocodile would have brass knuckles

[alittlerainandroses]

He’s just a little guy

[grimmshood]

a little behind on my zarahjiwoon posting. well. um. yah. and thats jiwoon drawn over hj with his guitar because im fucking crazy

[toast-com]

Sorry for the quick sketch quality at such a random time! Stanley and Monty fanart (after seeing them on the Worldbuilding Community—couldn’t help but draw them). Finally got the time to send them, hope you like em!

Like 'em? I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!

AAHHHH!!! It's them!! My GOOBERS!!! You've got their dynamic down exactly!!!!!

[elderwisp]

finished adding two scenes to the story queue U WAM A PREVIEW? NO?? OK! HERE U GO!

[ursulanoodles]

Shane's Four Heart Event: A Drabble

The day after Shane spilled his guts to the farmer on the dock, he stayed in bed all day, staring up at his ceiling. He was never that forward or honest with anyone, so why had he opened up to them? He didn’t know them at all. Yet, for some reason, he trusted them. Maybe it was the way that they never gave up on him and kept saying hello and talking to him, even when he was a miserable piece of shit, or maybe it was because there was a possibility that they could be a kindred spirit— someone who understood where he was coming from. He didn’t know why they were in the valley, struggling to make ends meet in their grandfather’s shitty, rundown cabin, but something had obviously brought them to this secluded town in the middle of nowhere.

It would make perfect sense for him to continue to open up to them, but he couldn’t. In the days that followed, he distanced himself from them, even though every part of him was screaming and wanting to do the exact opposite. He couldn’t let them get involved in his bullshit, especially if they already had their own to deal with, and besides, they’d get sick of him eventually. Everyone did, and it never got any easier when they left. He was an unlovable, miserable man who hurt everyone who cared for him, and it was better if he didn’t pull another person into the middle of the disaster that was his life.

In the weeks that followed, he drank more than usual— he wanted to drown out the thoughts and feelings that were forming in the back of his mind. He couldn’t slip up like that again, so he resolved to close himself off. If the farmer stopped by Marnie’s, he’d stay in his room; if he spotted them in JojaMart, he’d hide in the back room; and if they showed up at the saloon, he’d hurry up and leave, even if he just got there.

On one such afternoon, he left the saloon early, his head a mess of busy thoughts. He wasn’t even there long enough to get a buzz before the farmer showed up. So, he went home, locked himself in his room, and drank until he couldn’t stand— until every fucking thought in his head was gone.

Finally, some peace and fucking quiet.

Imagine his surprise, then, when Marnie and the farmer burst into his room to find him lying face down in a pool of his own vomit, cans and bottles strewn about his dingy, messy room that he hadn’t had the energy to clean in weeks. He was so drunk he could barely lift his head, and the whole world spun beneath him, threatening to hurl him into the abyss. Marnie and the farmer were talking back and forth, but he couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, and in that moment, he really didn’t give a fuck, he just wanted them to go away.

Seconds later, he was covered in ice-cold liquid that soaked his clothes and shocked him into wakefulness, and he lumbered to his feet, swaying back and forth. He shook his head, trying to clear his double vision, but gave up and stared off between the two of them, keeping his eyes as still as possible, lest he throw up on himself again— not that it would make much of a difference.

Marnie hurled words at him, chastising him like he was a lazy teenager, and he wanted to laugh in her face. He knew he was a pathetic sack of shit; he didn’t need her to tell him that.

“What’s your plan? Don’t you ever think about the future?” she cried, her voice threatening tears.

He didn’t. Not anymore. He’d lost everything, including his best friends. What was there to look forward to? He had a dead-end job in a microscopic town and was renting a room from his aunt, and his only “friend” was the woman who served him beer every night.

“Plan?” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head at her. “Hopefully, I won’t be around long enough to need a ‘plan’,” he said, framing the word with air quotes.

He hadn’t realized that Jas had let herself into the room, and his heart sank into his stomach when she ran, her wailing sobs echoing down the hallway. He called out after her, attempting to apologize, but his words dropped off, and he stumbled and sank back to the floor into an empty pit of despair and self-hatred.

Shane flinched when he felt a firm hand squeeze his shoulder, and he ashamedly realized the farmer had witnessed everything— his hopelessness, his self-destruction, and what he did to the people who loved him.

And yet, despite all of that, they stayed.