#ffu chaos

[kazeofthemagun]

"I'll hold your breath if you keep all of my promises Trade me a death for the stone Sweet oubliette don't forget that you made me promises The blind and the deaf built your throne"

"Let me be your drum, midnight thunder rage For the kingdom that comes, would you bury me under the stage? Foncer mon petit ange, au fin de la lumière Comme un amour étrange, la nôtre est histoire de guerre!"

[justanordinarybun]

A late Christmas gift for my buddy @sketchmog , this time with a Kaze cameo xD

I originally thought of making a scene loosely based on the nutcracker, but now Kumo is releasing the summon magical girl style in addition to the ballerina twirling. Kaze has had enough of his crap though xD

[shiroi---kumo]

⚠︎ I HAVE VIDEO FROM THE LAST EPISODE IN THIS POST SO IT HAS SPOILERS IN IT. NOW YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ⚠︎

There lots of video throughout the series in this post because I need to make a point.

HEY I just remembered a thing I was going to ramble about here a couple of days ago but I was tired after work so I forgot.

But we need to talk about something important here and that is ->

Kumo's Voice

Firstly, when one watches the series - when you first hear this man and for most of the series, while he speaks little (due to poor company) when he does talk he almost always speaks in near monotone.

See here:

Kumo speaks in damn near monotone for most of the series BECAUSE he is purposely forcing his emotions into a tiny bottle and trying not to feel ANYTHING due to how Chaos functions.

Kumo's voice is mostly monotone ON PURPOSE.

Chaos, the main enemy of the series and who the Unlimited are charged with fighting this eternal fight with - is a god like being that is basically darkness incarnate.

Chaos gains power by feeding on the negative emotions of living beings.

So the Unlimited both took an extremely different approach to how they were going to address this fact in the terms of their shared enemy.

Kaze - continued to brew in hatred and rage and basically just decided fuck chaos and that he wouldn't try not to feel those things because Chaos could choke on it.

Kumo - decided to handle this fact by shutting down every single emotional system he could ever possess - including the good ones - and decided that the best way to address this aspect of his enemy was to never feel anything ever again.

AKA

Kaze at "I don't fucking care about how Chaos feeds. Chaos can take my rage and choke on it." Kumo at "Can't feed off of my emotions if I don't have any."

Needless to say this went very very poorly for the Cloud.

As the series progresses you can hear the emotion come back into his voice little by little and then his brother shows up and all bets are off - the whole episode is a mess and we get this by the end of it:

Kumo's entire voice shifts the next time we see him to pure growling.

And from here he turns into a snarky asshole when encountering Kaze:

To becoming soft and polite with the main party and protective at the end of everything and sort of turning back to his actual voice by the last episodes - >

And I want you to take a minute and compare that "Get out of here!" to the previous "Heed my words, all of you. None of you will ever stand a chance against The Earl." From episode 4.

This is 20 episodes later.

Shit has happened. Kumo is not the same man he was when the series started. He's taken certain masks he was holding himself to and thrown them in the fucking trash. He's done with a certain level of bullshit and he's just not playing games anymore at this point.

Oh but then we get to THIS

(and this my friends is the last episode, so it is the most spoilery thing I can give you even though there's really no context to it)

We get to this RANGE in this man's voice - who has been damn near monotone and almost emotionless for the entire fucking series. We get to fucking THIS and I desperately need you to listen to this to hear him go from the first couple videos to THIS.

Kumo goes from dead monotone to THIS by the end of the animated series all because of all the shit that goes down and all the things about him that CHANGE. I can only imagine had After / After Spiral / After 2 gotten animated - the man's range would have gotten out even more.

My point in all this is - Kumo will destroy parts of himself in order to protect himself and the people around him and his voice is a prime example of that.

I'm also saying this because Kumo did something no one in his life currently has really caught him on yet or thought about.

Kumo destroyed his Misterican accent in the name of survival.

Living in Gaudium under The Earl / Chaos - meant Misterican was considered "speaking improperly" so not only did he need to learn Wonderlandian - he needed to learn to speak it with a Wonderlandian accent.

It wasn't like when he lived on Windaria with Kaze - no he can speak fluent Windarian but he speaks it with a Misterican accent - because he's Misterican.

Misterican speaks a lot from behind the ears and rolling Rs and rolling sounds in general. It'll come from the lower throat and the nose and it is fucking fast. There are some words that are words but are said in a way that makes them more of a sound and less of a word.

Kumo's accent that he should have from speaking his mother tongue is gone. He spent years destroying his own voice, just so he would be deemed as more acceptable to the people he was living with.

AKA Chaos and Company. His greatest enemy.

And then he took it a step further and after he tore his heritage out of his voice, he tore the emotion out of it too.

All in the name of survival and protecting those around him. Chaos can't pull power from his emotions if he doesn't have any and he can't get in trouble if he's not speaking "incorrectly".

This is part of why I keep saying that all of Kumo's words are important. It's not just in choice but in how they sound. The time in the last year he's been out of Gaudium has allowed the emotion to start to really settle in his tone again and thanks to the help of some people around him getting him to fall back in love with his mother tongue, his accent is just starting to peek back out too.

Audio for Kumo's untranslated name:

Valkoinen Pilvi

[terroreigns]

[Updated Anarchy's About page for the first time in forever, though I will end up writing more. I'm just very ?? about what to write in skills since Chaos avatars just.. kind of do whatever and their magic does operate on comedy rules sometimes. What I mean is, I am struggling to properly structure their skillset and place clear limitations vs leaving things potentially open.]

[Then again, Anarchy is not a muse it would be wise to engage in combat threads unless the other muse is a similarly universal tier entity...]

[Also, new animated background. Trust me on this, it is animated. (Disclaimer: it is not a jumpscare)]

[dragontamer05]

Who would win:

Kaze/Kumo with their deity power level dragons

or

One guy who eats dragons for breakfast (literally)

[lil-kissy]

[ @terroreigns ]

A dream was sometimes not merely a dream.

Especially to those who bore within their spirits such horrid and magnificent things. And especially if Wonderland was involved in any way, shape or form.

One of the many reasons it was known under that name - painting the vivid picture of a faraway realm of magic and miracles. Here, anything was possible. And that often included the worst things.

The dream began with a sea of an endless silvery sheen. A figure, emerging from the waters, surrounded by the alabaster shell of a majestic winged beast. A goddess, or perhaps an apparition of an almost alien, pale beauty, her hair and eyes the very same colors as those of the sleeping child. Her dress, blending into the luxurious silks and myriad decorations adorning the insides of the massive oyster.

Her eyes, like infinite sadness and infinite love at the very same time. The worry of a mother, even when she was often considered Mother to all. No longer blessed with a mortal coil, and thus she had chosen to reside within this organic machine bent entirely to her command.

"My lost child, a great evil seeks you." A melodic voice spoke, a hand extending from underneath the woman's robe. Resting upon an orb of flawless crystal.

And within it... was a shape that dwarfed the very galaxies.

"Trust in me and allow me to guide you through this time of peril. The Destruction and the Salvation, known as the Unlimited, will be there to protect you. Remember their names, my child, for they are the only ones that will shield you from Wonderland's darkest night."

The image within the scrying orb shifted, malleable as the rippling surface of water. Showing the visages of two familiar warriors.

"White Cloud, the Salvation." She began, flickering light upon the crystal forming the shape of a knight clad in white. "And Black Wind, the Destruction." A stark contrast to his counterpart; A fearsome man shrouded in a black cape, with a harsh and unrelenting gaze of blue.

"And.."

The voice no longer belonged to the motherly figure, her aquatic steed gone in a blink. Instead, her image morphed into something half-feminine, half-masculine, and it was hard to determine to whom such a sound may belong. Indeed, the entity that stepped forward could well be a man, but also a woman, their features delicately smooth and perfectly misleading. A pleasant, welcoming smile stretched out upon pale skin. Where the Guide's complexion was a thing of ethereal beauty, the newcomer's was almost unhealthy, painted white like the skin of some frozen cadaver. Their head was one of wild pink locks, cascading down their gilded, thorned shoulderpads.

"...The equalizer, for things can never be as black and white." They chimed, a humorous wink to try and ease the tension. "She sure talks in contrivancies. I would not expect a little one like you to understand a word. Well?"

The figure leaned against a wall which seemed to simply pop into existence. It was only a dream, after all. "Dear little Kisara... I have been made aware of your arrival here. How, you may ask? We are both creatures of emotion." The magician's smile widened, icy blues filled with a casual amity. What a contrast it was - to dress entirely in warm hues, yet have one's visage embody such a bitter chill. Even with all their friendliness, there was something profoundly cold about their presence. Like a biting wind that had only just picked up.

"I know what you are. I know why you were rejected. And always will be. But you can come to me, and I promise that I will take care of you, for the world is simply too dull to appreciate the infinite light within you."

Their voice became a low whisper. "They don't deserve you. Never have and never will. So, think on it, yes? I trust we will be seeing one another soon, my kindred dear."

And with that same pop, the dream came undone, unraveling like yarn into inky blackness.

There was a very basic thing about dreams - one hardly remembered them upon waking.

But the impressions persisted. Especially when Wonderland was involved. And there they remained, inscribed in the subconscious, left to fester in the dark like weeds.

Despite having never seen the ocean before, not even in pictures she somehow simply knew what it was upon seeing it. Dreams were funny that way, even the unfamiliar could seem familiar.

Two people walked along side her, recognizable as her parents only in her dreams. If she tried to think back when she was a wake any images of them grew hazy and clear but she knew it was them in her heart and her mind.

Laughter filled her dreams for the first time in awhile as she excitedly ran ahead.

That was when the figure appeared out of the water, hardly the strangest thing she'd had happen in a dream. As she looked to call back to her parents they vanished leaving only her and the woman alone, water lapping the shore and across her feet as she stared up at them.

Who are you?

She tried to ask but no voice came out, the strange woman simply continued to speak, telling her of White Cloud and Black Wind. The figures created before her the very image of the two men she'd already become quite acquainted with.

A smile spread and eyes lit up with excitement.

Questions buzzed. How did she know them? What did she mean by Salvation and Destruction? Why would they leave her alone, unprotected if they were the only ones who could?

So many questions but no answers.

Without warning the woman changed,both in voice and appearance. Someone new took their place in her stead, just one more oddity that could only truly make sense within the realm of dreams.

Slowly she took a step back, uncertain, as they to encouraged her to trust them as the woman had prior although they didn't carry nearly the same comforting warmth as she.

They seemed to speak strait to her fears and concerns, she'd never belong anywhere. Unwanted, rejected. While also offering a promise of comfort, someone she could depend on- making her all the more conflicted. After all how could she even trust that they wouldn't abandon her too one day?

Unfortunately things lasted only long enough for the thoughts to start and the seed be planted but not enough to truly linger (for now) as she awoke.

The only lingering thought for the moment was how truly bizarre a dream it was. Perhaps it was the recent time she'd spent with Kaze and Kumo that brought it on.

Spending time with them could always be so bitter sweet, a joy while it lasted but always knowing it couldn't remain and eventually they would be parted again before long. Their time together never quite feeling long enough to her.

A long with an odd lingering sensation, unbeknownst to her caused by magic connecting with magic, a more curious thought was the name of which the one woman referred to her friends as White Cloud and Black Wind.

She had not heard her friends called such before- as far as her memory could recall anyway. So why would they be called such in her own dream? Could what have happened been real?

Should she tell Kaze about it? Or Kumo?

Kisara pulled her knees to her chest, it had to have been just a dream it had to.

So why did it feel so real?

[dragonofthestone]

"Fret not, I was not expecting company although yours is most welcome,"

It wasn't hard to startled him, especially being on his own. He hoped Hermos and Critias were faring better then he was,

"Not so well I'm afraid, Atlantis is gone and as you may have noticed I'm am without my blade and without out it I am trapped within this form "

The knights had sealed away a portion of their power within each of there swords, so long as they had thrn they could freely change between the forms but without it their power weakened and rendered the sealed in their more beastial shape.

"It's odd I can't even seem to sense a connection to the Dominion of the Beasts anymore,"

Had it been destroyed too? Had he failed to protect both his homes?

She slowly lifts a hand to graze over the dragon’s face, her eyes lighting up.

“Very happy to see you, dear… I’m sorry for startling you.”

It never ceases to amaze her just how beautiful this dragon is.

“How are you, my friend?”

@dragonofthestone from x

[dragonofthestone]

Chaos seeing a naive unsuspecting Chimera (Tim) clearly stronger then he looks and lots of untapped potential:

It's Free Relestate

[auricbound]

might make a separate page for world traveler verse stuff because the things im working out in my head for a ffu verse are................... long

[kazeofthemagun]

ENTROPIC PULL

[Ai and Yu's Jabberwock form in @musesofthemoon 's verse where they do, in fact, succumb to Chaos. My heart breaks]

[kazeofthemagun]

[Depends what's in that bottle. Did they remember to add sufficient amounts of wasteful effort and fading dreams? If I were Chaos and somebody presented me with plain ol milk I wouldn't finish my bottle either!]

Baby is fussy in the heat and has to be coaxed to do anything - even finish his bottle.  It seems even the apocalypse has had enough of summer!

[moxfirefly]

Hey! I'm not sure if you're still accepting these, if not it's totally cool but you're writing is amazing I just had to ask! Could you do one with 24 and 49 with Mikey and a female reader? Again I absolutely love your work!!!

I most certainly can 👍

"Spit on it."

"I've been missing these panties for weeks, tell me why I just found them in your drawer."

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Finding something in Mikey’s chaos was no easy accomplishment. If anything you’d consider yourself a professional scavenger hunter by the end of it, you could set out to look for Atlantis with how confident you’d feel.

Mikey’s room wasn’t dirty, it was just messy. The boy did his laundry, hell even did yours when you would stay for weeks on end with him, but where was everything put?

In god fucking knows where, that’s where.

The current missing object was a pair of underwear. A dumb thing to be huffing and puffing about but at some point in the night as you slept, you had remembered the satin (and not cheap!) undergarment you’d bought from a bougie online store.

They came in a set with an equally beautiful bra.

They were also (on purpose) orange.

You should’ve seen it coming, naturally that one night you’d worn them he’d nearly proposed with a ring pop before going to town on you for a few hours. In that daze (and after sleeping like a rock all morning) you had completely forgotten the piece of satin fabric.

You searched almost everywhere. Under the bed, the drawers, you even snuck a look on Raph’s top bunk if maybe by mistake it was there but nothing. Just as you were about give up, you looked back at Mikey’s bed and squinted your eyes. You tossed the blanket and scanned, you tossed your pillow and then his.

Nothing.

“Dammit” You mumbled grumpily before your eyes landed on his night table.

Could it be that easy? You extended your arm from defeated position on the bed and dug inside.

Just as Mikey walked in, you pulled the orange satin fabric and looked back at him.

"I've been missing these panties for weeks, tell me why I just found them in your drawer." You gave him a face, brow raised and lips pursed in a line.

And here’s the thing you’d learned quickly while dating the orange banded terrapin, his propensity of not feeling in the slightest embarrassed about things like this, were astronomical. In fact the little shit had one of YOUR jackets tied around his waist right now and a bracelet that was also yours around his left wrist.

Mikey placed both his hands on his hips as you spun the underwear around your finger. “I believe those are mine” He said, the audacity of this man sometimes.

“Oh excuse me, you’re most certainly right, you’re usually wearing all MY clothes” When he approached the bunk you gripped your underwear away from him. Smirking triumphantly you watched him frown then cross his arms. “Come on babe, I like ‘em! There’s no crime in that and you take plenty of my stuff” He huffed out, pointing at the sleep shirt you were actually sporting right now.

“Mikey, one Rum DMC shirt you wore when you were nine does not count, it’s either that or I freeze to death” Colder weather down here could be pretty strong at times.

“Well sometimes you’re not down here for days and I miss you” He smirked, it only took you a few seconds to understand. “You better wash these!” You scooted towards the edge of the bed and grabbed him by the hem of his signature orange and black shorts. Ninja skills permitted him to halt your attack and instead hold your hands. Mikey had the audacity to giggle as you tried to sneak your way out, runt of the group or not he could show off his strength so easily at times.

He knelt down in front of you and kissed the inside of both your wrists.

“What color are you wearing now?” He asked softly, switching his advances onto your knees. Almost on muscle memory your legs spread but you wanted to stand your ground, and not lose another pair!

His fingers massaged the backs of your knees and you bit your lip.

He kissed the exposed parts of your thighs, shirt riding up ever so much.

And futilely but not unwelcomed, your legs began to spread for him.

“Yellow is so cute on you babes” And parting is such sweet sorrow, another pair about to be stolen right in front of you. He smiled up at you as he did it too, slid the fabric down your legs and off before gently nudging you to lay on the bed.

He hiked up your legs over his shoulders and gave your sex a soft kiss, enjoying that little tremble he pulled from you.

“You mad at me?” He asked, the absolute picture of sunshine. You sat up slightly on your elbows and red faced told him, “Spit on it” much to his fucking delight.

You wanted to groan, embarrassed at how much it excited you to see that string of saliva fall onto your folds before Mikey, quite literally, dug in like it was dinner. The moment he felt your hands on the back of his head, pushing him forwards, he churred. The three fingered vice grip he had on your thighs was comforting for you, that expert tongue of his flicking over your most intimate and sensitive spot al ready had you squeezing his head with your thighs.

And to add more to your embarrassment, Mikey without difficulty or harsh breathing, pulled the first and second orgasms out of you via his tongue. Just when you began to babble incoherently, he yanked another one from you that sent you back on the bed with your hips thrusting upwards into his face.

Hearing him groan only made it worse, feeling him restrain your thrashing with his hands only made it worse.

Your hands shot up towards your mouth to hold in the moans that everyone would clearly hear. In your haze you managed to open one eye and find that Mikey had reached up to sneak his hand inside your shirt to grab your breast (he normally did that when he was close)

Oh.

You placed your hand on top of his, resting your heels on his shell as he worked you over faster and bringing you to one more trembling release. You nearly bit down on your hand as you felt relief and excitement spread all through your body. Mikey moaned as he released your clit, hot gusts of air hitting your thigh as he shook.

“Ffu-“ He opened his eye slowly, seeing the skin of your thigh and feeling your hand rubbing up and down his forearm. Moving a little so as to look up at you, he gave your boob a small squeeze. “You good, girl?” He swallowed catching his breath. All you could do was nod, wiggling your toes to flex them.

He kissed your thighs before giving it a gentle bite. Slowly as he stood, you saw the mess he’d made of himself but soon those were slid and kicked off.

Mikey was already climbing onto the bed with the mission to knock you out with a few more rounds.

How else would he be able to steal your newest pair of underwear?

[dragontamer05]

Who would win;

Near god like world / universe destroying being, or 1 girl with the power to send anyone to hell if asked

[lil-kissy]

Clearly Kisa's FFU summons are just all of the variants of BEWD

Neo Ultimate

Chaos Max

Alt. BEWD

Deep Eyes

(screen cap source)

Blue-Eyes Abyss

[wearesorcerer]

@druidquest replied to your post “@wearesummoner, @we-are-artillerist, could I interest either of you in...”

VINCENT VALENTINE???

Girrrrrrrrl, it’s worse than that.

Here, have a seat and let me tell you about an anime that’s so dumb it’s genius: Final Fantasy Unlimited (FFU from here on out -- because).

There are four main characters:

Ai (the redheaded girl) and Yu (the boy) Hayakawa. They’re twins. They have basically no personality beyond gender (and hair color) and no powers beyond the magic items they get as the show goes on.

Ai (”Love”) is “fiery” but practical. Her item is PoshePocket, a living bag of devouring which sometimes gives her hammerspace items.

Yu (”Courage”) is more impulsive but quicker to trust. He gets a magical feather which lets him communicate with Chobi.

Chobi is the chocobo biting Ai’s hair (a running gag). His only power is being a “Ciel Chocobo” (having flight armor).

Tifa Lockhart Tifa by way of Aerith Lisa Pacifist, a special operative who is trained in the Kigen Arts (which she mainly uses to erect force fields). She acts like their babysitter, basically.

...and...

Vincent Valentine Kuroki Kaze (”Black Wind” and translated as such in the dub), who is usually just called Kaze (in both).

He’s an Unlimited. We’re not really sure what that is, but we do know that they are basically indestructible and have some other powers -- in his case, the magun (maybe -- other people can use it, but it doesn’t usually work out well for them). He’s amnesiac, barely speaks, exhibits almost no personality or emotions, and yet is the best main character.

Plot

After a pair of dragon kaiju attacked our world, the Hayakawa twins’ parents go missing, so the two go looking for them. Lisa runs into them as she’s trying to do her job and the three wind up on a train which takes them to a mysterious place called Wonderland. They go wandering around trying to figure out what the Hell is going on in this place (and find the missing Hayakawa parents) and run into danger. Kaze (whom they had encountered previously) appears in the nick of time, is mildly surprised when the prosthetic on his arm “moves,” and then goes through a transformation/summoning sequence (partially seen in the other post).

This formula happens almost once an episode. There aren’t very many episodes in which it doesn’t happen and they tend to be either very plot-heavy or boring. The show goes on like this for 25 episodes as the main characters with dialogue (from our world) become more and more embroiled in the machinations of the Earl Tyrant and his Four Lords of Gaudium, who have nefarious plans involving Chaos.

You can imagine why this show got cancelled as quickly as it did, but you’d be wrong! In fact, the show didn’t get canceled so much as defunded -- because of how badly Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within flopped in the box office. The show condenses its original two seasons (52 episodes) into one season and drops a lot of info. Much of that would later get released in various other formats.

Oh, and if you thought that Kaze and Lisa were the only Final Fantasy VII allusions, may I introduce you to Kaze’s rival and fellow Unlimited, Makenshi (~”Magic Swordsman”), aka Shiroi Kumo/White Cloud?

A taciturn, powerful swordsman with spiky hair, a bishounen countenance, and some access to magic (in his case, he breathes Mist, which he can use to summon Mist Dragons). He has another rival in the form of his brother, Madoushi (”Mage”), aka Akai Kiri (”Red Mist”), who is similar but red (hair and clothes), has long hair (an anime mullet), and is thoroughly evil (IIRC).

So Cloud Strife by way of Mytho from Princess Tutu.

(Technically, he’s also a protagonist. Further spoilers.)

Why do I mention the show ever?

Because as dumb looking as the conspicuous CGI summons are and as over the top as the summoning sequences may be, it’s a lot of fun to watch Kaze declare which colored bullets he’s going to use to summon stuff.

And by “stuff,” I include Phoenix (as shown), Titan (a robot...), and Meteor Master (which is a barely recognizable Tonberry before it screams; launches itself into the sky; and rains fiery, meteoritic ruination upon the land).

[evil-robot-cat]

lady-quen replied to your photo “Lunchtime at the Tuesti-Valentine house! ”

Oh wow ahah! What's Earl Tyrant of all people doing in that house? :D? *tilts head in FFU fan*

I’M SO VERY GLAD YOU ASKED too late to run away now

SO you know how Tyrant is Baby!Chaos?  And I ship Reeve with Vincent and Chaos?  One day I thought, “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if they had a baby, and it was Tyrant from FFU?”  It couldn’t be Ai and Yu, they’re way too normal. And it certainly couldn’t be Clear, because Chaos doesn’t get along with Omega anymore, lol.  This Tyrant still eats human despair, so Cloud is a frequent babysitter, to his great offense.

(To anyone who was planning to watch FFU someday, I tell you now that by the time you hit season two, only these spoilers will keep you going to the end. They could have cut half of season two and replaced it with the good stuff that didn’t make it into the anime, but no, let’s have a bunch of crack filler and then kill a moogle to remind us that it’s supposed to be serious- ahem, the robot cat has opinions about her problematic favorite anime.)