#fatespired

[fatespiralofficial]

"If a story ends in a way it wasn't meant to, does that make the ending any less real?"

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Fatespiral: As Above / So Below is an MSPFA hosted fancomic, detailing the events of a session of SBURB.

MSPFA LINK: https://mspfa.com/?s=50059&p=1

[outofcalms-archived]

❝ Rem?! ❞ The breathless outburst from Machina took the remaining ounce of energy from him. Having just emerged from a gruesome battle out in the edges of Dominion territory, he had wandered far. He didn't know what drew him away from the conflict, but he had been tired. His awareness impaired, Machina's glance to a woman with short brown hair has him believing it is his dear Rem. ❝ Is that ... you ... ? ❞ Finally, he succumbs to his fatigue, collapsing onto his knees, bloodied and battered.

[✬☾✬]Holdingon to a sliver of optimism, only to expel it breathlessly when she realizes:it’stoo late. The heat of battle had seen its climax without her toassist the others. And though the young healer’s shame send hershoulders to slump, turning to face Akademeia,she’s despondent;whetherthey emerged victorious or not, what came next would be inevitable –the wounded…the dead. Always wondering ‘what if’.

     Lapisand jade hues downcast, booted feet shuffle in a slow crawl back fromwhence she came. However, each step pushes her to a hurried stride.There were things to prepare for. A protocol to follow no matter howheavy her heart felt;she’d let allies down once – to do so again in a moment ofweakness or self pity wasn’t an option. 

     Yeta voice is faintly heard on the wind, calling to another. A name sheisn’t familiar with. Slowing, turning to greet them with a confusedlook about her, it’s not his visage she recalls seeing first…butthe colors in which he donned. The cadet clad in crimson –vermilion.Aloose fist pulls higher as her breath hitches when it dawns:he’sa member of classzero– one of the many she’d sworn to aid in the aforementionedconflict. 

     Eyeswidened in horror, the healer watches on helplessly as he falls tohis knees with no strength left. Rushing to his side, arms raise tocatch him, and though his weight bears down, she lowers the unnamedwarrior gently to the ground. Carefully sliding hands from under hishead while sights assess wounds and her mind absolves itself of theprevious guilt; he was her priority now. 

❝Shh,save your strength,❞ Whispering as she settles down comfortablynext to him. ❝It’s okay. You’re safe now…❞

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

❝ Whoa, was that magic just now? ❞ Don't do it, Snow. /Don't do it--!/ ❝ You're not a l'Cie, are ya? ❞ What a smart question to ask ... in an unknown place ... A great way to put himself on the radar, when he should be in /hiding/ with his current wanted state. But from the looks of it, the woman doesn't seem hostile. Maybe she can help him out while he's briefly here. ❝ You don't happen to see a kid about yay tall? Or a woman with rose-colored hair and a habit of punching things? ❞

Luna’s blood ran cold. Had he spotted her brand? She’d worn a long-sleeved dress to hide the mark on her shoulder---but perhaps he;d witness her healing that man just now. That had to be it. 

Shamefaced, she dipped a nod, praying this giant of a man wasn’t about to turn hostile. 

“I haven’t seen a boy, but a woman matching that description was here not long since. I think she called herself Claire?”

[liikeglitterandgcld]

A glance to her fellow sphere hunter friend is all it took for Rikku to devise an impulsive, mischievous plan. She would just have to be extra /sneaky/ towards the woman in black. Crouching down, she took baby, gentle steps towards Paime, her grin becoming wider as she imagines how this would play out. Finally, for the grand finale. Jumping up as obnoxiously as she can, she bellowed to her friend gleefully. ❝ Hey!!!!!!!!!!!! Peak-a-boo!!! ❞

( @fatespired )

Usually, as in always, Paine had her guard up. But… on rare occasions, her attention went elsewhere. Engrossed in her findings. Whatever book she was trying to find had captured her attention.

Until Rikku’s voice boomed in her ears.

Paine flinched, almost dropping the book in her hands. Her heart thumped loud in her chest. She turned around, giving the energetic Al Bhed a harsh glare. 

“What the hell, Rikku?!”

[gaiavowed]

With the biggest, goofiest grin on his face, Snow inhales a deep breath, hands cupping his mouth to prompt a better amplifier, to what was about to come next ... from his /big/ mouth. ❝ Seraaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! ❞

|| @fatespired

       She jerked her head up when the yell reached her ears. Darker blue eyes soon shifted with her stance to seek out the source. Almost immediately, Serah recognized the familiar coated form from across the beach. Lips curled into a similar big smile of her own, brimming with such joy. 

       He knew exactly how to make her smile, didn’t he? 

       ❝ Snow!! ❞ She stretched up her arm as far as she could manage to wave at him - even standing on her tiptoes to try and appear taller. Serah may be unable to match his stature or charisma, but she made up for it in kindness, maturity, and cheer.

[joker-rin]

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From the Fate campaign I’m in, say hello to the demoness Jolene who is @stormphyre‘s character. 

This is the scene where she first showed up, having been summoned from a pair of bone dice landing on snake eyes. The cowboy hat is from her (accidental) summoner, Locke, who tried to stop the summons by jamming his hat over the smoking dice.

Outfit Inspiration: @kesstiel’s post

[bloodfcst-a]

Truthfully, she is intrigued and now admittedly concerned by prospect of lone chocobo chick wandering the plains. While the Midgar Zolom had not been seen in some time ( local rumors from Kalm do suspect Sephiroth in his rampage years prior to have eliminated the threat ), she still worries of the marsh, its waters murky and dreary enough that should something be caught underneath the surface, one would find it difficult to recover it again.

Thankfully, however, there is the assistance of Chocobo Bill & Billy but only a few yards out-- half a kilometer, at best? They’ve always a quality selection of greens, and Yuffie believes that if provided the goods, there’s no bird who can resist. 

“Keep calling out for him! I’ll be right back!” she tells the stranger. “I know just the thing!” And with that, she starts a sprint towards barn and stables.

for sazh, @fatespired

[lapsumhominis]

@fatespirals based on X

No3 was too easily distracted by his remark, the arm of a machine nearly crashing into them both. He averted the hit, of course, as he should if he was playing his role as a defender correctly, his movements swift, able to avoid most of the damage. 

“You should learn to take friendly criticism!” he chimed, and came to a stand next to him again, drawing his sword. Too hot headed, the guy. 

“You’re ought to fight behind me, not beside me, No3.” he remarked, a tiny smile tugging at one corners of his lips. “I appreciate that you’re brave, but there is a fine line between being brave and stepping out of the pre-planned battle formation. What is it? Do you think that if you’re letting yourself be killed you can just be revived by H9?”

Did he ever wonder how finding their dead bodies make-- But another wave of attacks followed, and there wasn’t much time for banter. Maybe he had bragged too much, as he nearly took a hit, stumbled to the ground and ungracefully landed in the mud. 

[jjillekkot]

name : nina! nickname/s : ninabeana!  ... that’s it. where’s my names, y’all? height : 5′2... i’m a teenybop. nationality : american. native american, african american. favourite fruit(s) : strawberries & pineapple & lychee. favourite season : spring. favourite scents : vanilla, sandalwood, floral scents. favourite animals : cats, puppies, baby pigs... and probably just cute baby animals?? tea, coffee, hot cocoa : tea, hot cocoa, coffee in that order. average hours of sleep : 8-10. ya girl loves sleep. when my blog was created : 2 years ago. we out here. random fact : i have all the same beauty marks and birthmarks as my mom, dad, grandma, and great-grandma combined. no one else in my family has this many. they have like one or two... i have freckles and dots all over, from head to toe! favourite food :  i never know how to answer this question... but i do know i like fried ice cream and horchata. favourite t.v. shows : jjba, ace attorney, yuugiou vrains, sailor moon, rurouni kenshin. favourite movie : mary martin’s peter pan. second runner up is disney’s aladdin. favourite vine : "america explain.” prozd’s vines are all solid, too. and “heart eyes”  sexuality : demisexual. pronouns : she/they. favourite book series : the divine comedy. also jjba. sherman alexie and toni morrison also write incredible series, would strongly recommend anything from them. favourite video game(s) : assassins creed 3, metal gear solid: the phantom pain, devil may cry 4, final fantasy x, xenosaga series, xenoblade 2. favourite subject :  sociology, foreign languages. guys or girls : -- last time I cried : i did a happy cry earlier today, does that count? what I should be doing : packing. i’m moving this weekend to my new apartment! favourite fandom : i guess i’m involved in ff/kh fandom so i’m obligated to say them... but i love the ocs i follow tbh, mgs people are so rad, and the ace attorney fandom on twitter makes me so happy.

TAGGED BY : @nomadicnovice ( thank you! ) TAGGING :  @fatespired @killrate @officiums @garrotejima @fatesrot @sunsreign & if you want to!

[fatespiralofficial]

Hello hello to everyone! Just popping in with an update here, Fatespiral is steady in production! No promises on anything, but we should be able to begin with some of the first few updates relatively soon!

[pagliaccioxfalso]

name : Alana nickname/s : Table height : 5′9″ nationality : British. {or if this is race then mixed-race British/Jamaican jshgs} favourite fruit(s) : ALL OF THEM GIMME FROOT favourite season : summer favourite scents : the rose and candy scented fancy gay bath and lotion stuff i got favourite animals : may i have all of them tea, coffee, hot cocoa : tea but rn i fancy hot cocoa average hours of sleep : four on a bad day, eight on a good one, sometimes more when my blog was created : idk? it’s a remake of my old blog which i made... about seven years ago? random fact : the first book i ever wrote was called How The Cat Got Its Whiskers and I was 4 favourite food :  anything spicy, japanese and korean foods, seaweed, olives- don’t look at me like that olives are friends favourite t.v. shows : the mighty boosh, the young ones, stuff like that favourite movie : Rio one and two - shh I like birds okay. Also Studio Ghibli favourite vine : ‘let me see what you have... A KNIFE’ sexuality : panromantic demisexual. or whatever ‘fall in love with anyone but takes a long time to wanna do a sex with if at all' is classed as pronouns : idc so much on here but she/her is least fave favourite book series : his dark materials favourite video game(s) :  final fantasy {a lot of them}, magical star sign, star ocean, eternal sonata, dragon’s dogma, lots more favourite subject :  languages and creative writing guys or girls : humans last time I cried : a few days ago, going through a death in the family so rough times what I should be doing : sleeping favourite fandom : fandoms are cursed and i must flee

TAGGED BY : @fatespired my only bro TAGGING :  do u wanna fight

[adventurouswind]

❝ Oh? ❞ The Princess Ashe had been lost in thought, until a gentle nudge has extricated her from her contemplation. Come the blossoming surprise on her face, she regards a Chocobo with intrigue and wonder, immediately glancing here and there for the Chocobo's rightful owner. Ashe gives the creature a nice ruffling of its feathers, which seemed to earn her a positive 'kweh.' It isn't until she sees a man approaching her and the Chocobo that she realizes. ❝ I apologize. Is he yours? ❞

Bartz blinked as he watched the woman ruffling Boko’s feathers softly as the Chocobo kwehed with glee before nuzzling the woman’s cheek loving with his orange beak, the wanderer slowly walked over before smiling and speaking.

“It’s quite alright and yep, Boko belongs to me and we are traveling pals. All is good as I know from Boko’s expression, you’re a nice person. He enjoys the ruffles to his feathers and means no harm, we understand one another extremely well as I raised him since he was a egg. Ahhh! right introductions! I’m sorry! My name is Bartz Klauser and this here is Boko, it’s very nice to meet you miss.”

He spoke, extending his right hand in greeting.

@fatespired

[halchron]

tries to make them laugh.  // snow to hope cuz ALL THE GOOD GOOD

* actions // accepting

❝ What are you doing ? ❞

Gaze following Snow as he paraded around and made funny faces, Hope would remain neutral faced. His mood this time around was grumpy and stone faced ( Sazh said something about puberty contributing to that, making him even more grumpy ). So, of course, Snow had taken it upon himself to try and make him laugh and lighten his mood. Had that worked so far ? No.

Resting his head on his open palm, Hope would stare at the blond as a bored sigh escaped his lips. Nothing had gotten a laugh out of him yet, except for when Snow accidentally tripped and fell down rather ungraciously. That sparked amusement within the boy, and a quiet set of giggles were kept hidden behind his lips. That is, until Snow noticed the laughter and began to reenact it dramatically. Laughing out loud now, Hope would rise up and walk over to the older man, offering him a hand up.

❝ C’mon, I can only watch this for so long. ❞

[lapsumhominis]

@fatespirals based on X

No2 looks at him, and frowns. “How can you say that you were useless? If it was not for your work, this unit might have been dead for good.” he says softly, and watches him work over the physical wounds on him. He did not blame H9 for the damage he took. And it seemed strange that H9 would blame himself.

He is too kind. He too... He will have to end him, too, doesn’t he? 

No2 briefly looks away, but then the other’s arm around him forces him to look at the healer’s face. A young face, like all of theirs, but his is more boyish. He wants to reach up, touch the side of his cheek, but does not. 

“Fight...” he repeats in disbelief. “No. You’re meant to stay back. You’re too weak on the battlefield. A direct assault might take you out, and then, what are we left with...” What were they left with, anyway? Why did he want to cheer him up if he was going to............................. 

“I was glad you were there. Coming back to you, it--” He is always looking forward to his treatment, even though he knows he should not. Just spend a little time. Just a little more, that should be alright.....