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[goldendivinewrath]

@thathollowsound liked for a thing!

"I am not drunk." Vash assures, not at all drunkenly. Extremely sober, actually. So very, painfully well-articulated and carefully controlled in volume and tone and motion that he cannot possibly be sober. But he is going to insist.

Even with a bottle in his organic hand, he still insists with a very meaningful stare. Very meaningful. Trying to distract the other man from actually looking at details. Predictably, it doesn't work. He sighs, defeated, taking another gulp directly from the bottle.

"Okay, I'm nervous. With no reason to be nervous! This is silly! What do I have to be nervous about, right?" The impending event of everyone in one room. At the same time. Interacting. Trying to be civil with each other.

After a second's contemplation, he takes another, much longer drink.

[calamitysshatteredson]

@splitinone liked for a thing!

For the most part, Sephiroth avoided the general public. Not that his preference was necessarily to stay within the Shinra complex, and most certainly not within the offices if he could help it. Other locations were all well and good when he didn't have an immediate mission to accomplish, but those times were rare. Frankly he didn't want to be staying around anywhere after a mission was completed, for a wide assortment of reasons.

It wasn't as if he could simply wander off into the heart of Midgar, however. Luckily a change of clothes seemed to be enough to disguise most of him, hair generally too long to simply tuck under whatever hat he also planned to wear, so a good deal of it ended up tucked into the back of his shirt. Thoroughly uncomfortable, but it managed to change both the way he walked and held his posture. Useful.

It got him to plenty of little hole-in-the-wall places with brilliantly good-terrible food, but even more importantly it allowed him to explore used book stores. Antique shops. Tiny shopfronts hidden amongst the wide assortment of other doors that lead to windows into the lives of other people. And, sometimes--

He could just imagine.

[kungfuslipper]

...

Come after me, Grim Reaper.

Soap moved on instinct, unclipping his other belts – the MOLLE around his waist and the leather one keeping his jeans up – and unbuttoned his fly, thumb fumbling on the zipper, eyeing Ghost all the while.

 “Don’t tempt the devil, Johnny.”

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[dumb-teambucciarati-headcanons]

I’m gonna do a thing!

[hisfragileheart]

muse: Ren (needs a new last name lol)

favorite color(s): light purple and pink

song stuck in their head: Queencard - (G)I-DLE

last song they listened to: Barbie Dreams - FIFTY FIFTY

3 favorite foods: Chocolate covered strawberries, sushi, cinnamon rolls

anything your muse want right now: LOVE!

Tagged by: @akumanoken

Tagging: @midst-anima @thecircusfreaks @clearbottled @inseparableduo aaaaand ummm...anyone else who wants to do this. I never know who to tag. Also I don't know if the people I tagged have already done this or not.

[grntaire]

HELLLLLL YEAH!!!!!!!

[angelofdumpsterfires]

presented without comment

[macdenlover]

it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this

[telebeast]

unoriginal joke

[goldendivinewrath]

@adelha-mathilde liked for a thing!

He's maybe more than a little busy doing some quick ducking into an alley -- he hadn't done anything that required shouting, much less chasing! -- and around a corner with little hope to get himself completely out of trouble when he sees the flash of hair not too far away. It doesn't register at first, quick as Vash is to press himself up against a cool shaded wall to catch his breath and think about which direction to go in, but the bark...

He recognizes that bark. A little different than the last time he'd heard it, but. Well. Growing puppies. Waiting against the wall for the dozen or so pairs of feet to run past, he spares exactly one second to let himself feel relief before turning and opening a frankly surprisingly unlocked window to crawl into. Not without issues; there's more running to do because someone doing maintenance on some machinery on the far side of the room yells in surprise and he sort of yells back and runs the other direction, and--

Nevermind, nevermind. He darts out of the building on the other side, leaving confusion in his wake as he takes off in a sprint around the side of the building only to see exactly who he'd hopes to see. Out of breath, he still manages to jog in place and speak as fast as he dares, "Hi! Nice to see you again! Can't talk right now, maybe we can catch up sometime though!" With a quick pat to Wesson's head, he's off again to hide for a while. Explanations can wait. Or be completely ignored, that sounds better.

[calamitysshatteredson]

@whitejenna liked for a thing!

It shouldn't have surprised him, the overall lack of information about Hojo. His education, his credentials (real or invented; some things were never clear to begin with), the technical bits were easy enough to find. Anything personal may as well have never existed, and indeed truly may not have. Sephiroth didn't remember knickknacks or personal items. Just degrees, acknowledgements, and... pieces of former successes. So he'd said.

There was as much satisfaction in winding up with empty hands as there was frustration at the lack off things to throw. That was just the way of it, wasn't it? The man who brought about the start of everything was little more than a stain on history. And the remains of that legacy moved through the ruins of another broken Shinra outpost, nature already starting to reclaim it. Good.

The air was frigid, wet and thick, fog swallowing the sounds of his footsteps. Echoing back his thoughts as he spoke out loud to himself; what did it matter when no one was around to hear? "I thought I was finished with this anger." He realized how ridiculous that concept was only as it left his mouth. "I thought I was done with anger at you."

No grave to defile. No allocated place to pour his agonies. Tears became rage became tears again. If there were a single soul present to hear what worked up into anguished, guttural screams along the path back down to the ocean's shore, then they left him be. Left dawn to burn the fog and light his way back to wherever it was he decided to go.

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[roach-works]

speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.

the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.

you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.