#a thing!

[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.

[talisidekick]

A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.

[willgrahamscock]

not now kitten, daddy's about to have a mental breakdown from seeing the prices at the grocery store

[angelofdumpsterfires]

presented without comment

[macdenlover]

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

[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]

@poeticphoenix liked for a thing!

There was no intentional thought behind it, no particular reason or idea or actual realized compulsion that lead to the motion. Truth be told, Sephiroth was very particular about keeping himself separated most of the time, hands to himself in any situation that was not sparring or the immediate need to administer first aid.

Genesis had been leaning over a book. Which book was suspected but not known, and a bit of hair had fallen in his face. Sephiroth hadn't made the full realization that his hair had been getting that long before he witnessed fiery strands moving, moved himself--

To tuck the stray hair behind his friend's ear. Somewhat startling himself, he did not linger long enough to judge the reaction. Perhaps he didn't want to know, explaining it away with a tight but flippant, "If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to catch up to me."

[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.

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick