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[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."

[starvingtongue]

continued from here // @cwarscars

Anna flinched at his tone. a deep chill ran through her body. she wasn't aware of too many members of the Shinra higher ups, but she knew the directors well enough. whether through stories Jyscal had told her, or from their faces being plastered around the Shinra buildings, she knew Heidegger from name alone.

was he aware of how she was involved in Shinra?

apparently, yes. the chill spread further, it's icy grip clenching her heart. panic made her stomach churn and her hands shake. her arms wrapped around themselves in front of her chest helped a little, to remind her to keep still. it didn't dull the sense of panic and fear and dread that swept through her. her face was probably as white as a sheet, her body feeling as though it'd been dunked in ice water, despite the sun beaming down on both of them.

he was here to take her back to that horrid place, she was sure of it.

she automatically took a small step back as he moved closer. even if he didn't tower above and around her, she probably would've moved. she couldn't even look at him, instead focusing on the shirt he wore. she hated being this scared, this panicked, but she was so sure she'd escaped the reaches of Shinra. so sure she was finally free from it's filthy clutches. she didn't want to go back to the lab, with it's white walls, it's sterile smells, the doctors prodding her with needles and injecting her with unknown substances. it made her feel sick to think what they'd done to her and Seymour. she knew it was partially her fault, but she couldn't go back there. she wouldn't.

he knew. he even knew the project name they'd given her all those years ago. anna was sure she'd heard the last of it when she'd escaped. it couldn't have ended any other way than failure and Jyscal had been the catalyst for that. if he hadn't let them escape, perhaps it would've ended differently. her mind only briefly catching the mention of a Jenova Specimin.

"Please don't take me back there, Heidegger." the words came out so very, very weak and her hoarse. she swallowed, trying to find some semblance of strength within herself. oh yes, she knew him. probably not was well as he knew her. he'd probably read the files. he obviously knew her face. but she knew him too. she knew what he could be capable of, what anyone in the higher ups at Shinra could be capable of. "I can't face being in those rooms again." eyes squeezed tight momentarily at the memory of what she'd been through in there.

her icy blue eyes opened again, and this time, moving to his face. her eyes danced their way up to his, the terror probably still seeping out of them. fingers danced along her bare forearms in a soothing attempt to try and make herself feel better. "Maybe I can help you find that Jenova specimin."

[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.

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[hiislegacy]

Starter | Muse: Sephiroth | Verse: Wutai War

There was a time, perhaps, when he was far younger that the beginning of this war would have made his stomach twist into knots. To know that he was about to plunge into fights that could potentially end his life, but now it was quite different. He looked forward to every battle, if it was to get him away from the constant testing done in he laboratories of ShinRa, or the endless meetings that came about after each and every conflict. One such meeting was right now being held between himself and one of the highest of his leaders.

He had messed up pretty terribly in this last mission, and not secured the target as they had wanted. In fact, he had mercilessly ended their pathetic existence, all over the fact that they dared to call him such demeaning names. Was it a little petty of him, sure it was. Did he really care? Not at all, and he was facing the consequences for the clear disobedience of his orders. With folded arms, he sat leaning far back into his seat, and glared ahead at the other with eyes that were not truly focusing on the person there, or the surroundings. Sephiroth was somewhat spacing out, and bitterly so.

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[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...

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[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

Reading:

"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.❞

[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.

[shinrasfirst]

@cwarscars​ sent: (at that dirty lil twink rufus - heidegger being a dumbass cause ily) "sir" it pains him to say "unfortunately...it would appear..." he clears his throat. why must he be the one to report this? where were the turks when this shit was going down? what was tseng doing? (probably his hair). "that AVALANCHE were aboard the entire time...as well as sephiroth. our security-" he grits his teeth "didn't notice until it was too late. my apologies, sir." gods, it swells a storm inside of him - has his knuckles white with the way he embeds nails into palms. he'd be telling 'president' rufus that this was a whole heap of bullshit did the boy ever actually have his back. unfortunately for the general; the two are at opposite ends of the stick. "we'll apprehend them should we find them" he snarls "i will, personally, punish them for this."

Rufus’ expression is calm as Heidegger’s words reach him, his eyes scanning the shoreline seemingly undisturbed. He doesn’t interrupt him in his desperate scramble for the right words to minimize the damage to his own person and reputation - something he should be better at by now. After all, this is hardly the first time he has nothing to show for except humiliating defeat and a report of the gaping holes in his security system. Maybe skill doesn’t always come with practice.

“Is that all you can do? State the obvious and apologize? What good does that do me?” Rufus replies coldly, finally regarding the General with an icy look that conveys nothing but disappointment and disdain. “It’s fascinating how you can admit your failure and in the same breath predict your next one. I would have hoped that finding them is a given now that we know they were on board, but clearly we share a lack of faith in of your competence regarding matters of any importance.”

Rufus starts to walk away with calm steps, leaving Heidegger standing where he is. “You really messed up this time. I expect you to deal with this accordingly, or else I might be tempted to leave you behind.”

[gcldfanged]

🎤 - what is something that you'd like to explore with Jae ? ALSO does he have any scars, marks or notable tattoos and if so - explain something about them c:

Listen to me say "uh" and "like" for 4 minutes

[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

[cinderella-gurei]

Subject : Happy Holidays.

Chadley, I understand that you like things. I have left a gift for you in the colleague staff room on Floor 59. In case you're unsure of how to use it; it's a gun with several settings. One for checking enemy information, one for casting a "stop" spell on them and another to kill. :-) Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays. You're a good lad.

Heidegger, Director of Security

Holidayyyyys

It wasn't usual for him to receive messages that weren't notifications of new experiments to record, to-do lists of maintenance and other shenaningans that came with being Hojo's assistant. This is why, when he saw the name of the General pop up on his Mail box, along with the subject, he gasped in genuine surprise and delight.

Reading the message, his eyes shine bright, a wide smile forming as he almost can't keep himself in one place without jumping in delight and rushing away towards the elevator to the 59th Floor.

Now, he couldn't leave this message unanswered, could he?

Re: Happy Holidays.

General! Thank you for the message. As a matter of fact, I do like things! I am on my way now to look for my gift. I cannot thank you enough for considering me during the holidays. The next time I buy a cupcake, I will give you half of it! ...Or buy an extra one for you. I will cherish this special gun you've given me, I'm sure it'll come in handy if I ever get in trouble. Or maybe I could play SOLDIER with it, sometime. I'd love it if you joined me! Well, I'll tell you all the details in person soon, I'm going to hug you as thanks!

Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!

[hiislegacy]

Starter | Muse: Rufus Shinra

As much as he enjoyed being in control of the company that should have been his from the get-go, there were still some days where the pleasantries became quite boring, and the many meetings were starting to overwhelm. He needed to unwind, and after most of the day was over, he finally sat back in the massive chair; a sigh on his lips as he brought out a glass from underneath, and a bottle of the finest wine.

“Finally...” He muttered, and poured a hefty amount into it. The situation with current events was proving to be somewhat troublesome, but he knew that he could handle it all. This will help to settle my nerves.

A sip was taken, and he was thankful for it’s properties to hopefully spread some sort of bliss through his tired skull. He had to silence everything there in his head, as he had silenced those that tried to oppose his decision over the most recent situation stirred up things most internal. Yes, there was the overhanging threat of Sephiroth, and whatnot. That much he did not really care for, as it would be dealt with soon enough.

No, this was something even a little more strange than that, and he had settled on keeping their General in the same position he held... even with the changes that had come along with it. No, that was far more intriguing to him, than simply axing the man of everything and sending him out to live in the slums, or something so dreadful.

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