#fxnrirs

[evcryopeneye]

@fxnrirs continued from x

"Wait, where did you get that? Denzel, dont!" Well, it's too late for that; he probably doesn't even know which Summon he grabbed to begin with. He almost wipes out on Fenrir trying to reach him in time; but it's too late. His safe wasn't that hard to break into. It was Aerith's birthday for the combination. Unfortunately for Cloud, it's Hades, one he really did not like handling if he didn't have to. Typically, he gave it to Vincent to handle during a fight, it suited him; It takes a great amount of energy to use, and even greater to try for a child to control; that idiot kid Peter was back on his shit again, and Cloud hadn't been able to answer his phone or reply to his texts while driving. Denzel was no doubt fed up and taking things into his own hands. This particular one inflicts status effects, though it can do outright attacks; painful ones, ranging from poison, to petrification to turning someone into a frog. He really hoped it was the latter. Teaching this kid a lesson by turning him into a frog was right in line with his tactics. Fuck, both Tifa and Elmyra were going to kill him later.

A single step was all it had taken to put himself between Peter, and the younger girl. “Sandy, go stand over by the benches.” A soft, but firm suggestion that cut through tears and blood. The girls lilac stop splattered in red from where she’d landed on her head. Denzel wasn’t about to put her into the line of fire again. 

Really, he shouldn’t have been getting in a fight anyway. Denzel had tried to stay out of it, Cloud had already raked him over the coals (nicely) about getting into fights. Except…well none of the alternatives had worked. Truthfully, Denzel wasn’t the kind of person who simply relied on others to get shit done, he did it himself. Right now. That was exactly what he was going to do. 

Deciding to put the fear of god into the kid was made far easier by the fact that Denzel hated him. There were few people he hated but this asshole was firmly at the top of his shitlist. 

While the piece of red materia in his hands was menacing - that was the point. He had no intention of using it, sometimes the fear of something was more powerful than the fear itself. Even then, a small smirk spread across the boy's face. Cloud sure sounded like he thought Denzel was going to use it, excellent. It really sold it, and while Denzel felt kinda guilty for dragging Cloud into his plan without telling him, or you know, just doing shit he knew he wasn’t meant to be doing. The trouble he was going to get into was worth it. 

So. Very. Worth. It.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A step to the side to block his escape path. “I’m going to straight up kick the shit out of you dude.” While telegraphing what it was he was about to do might have been unwise, he was also cocky enough to reckon Peter having a head start wasn’t going to change the outcome either.

[phantasiiae]

prompt;

❛  we’ve just gotta keep on moving.  ❜

Mother mother || Accepting

"Right, uuum, you don't have to worry so much. I know how to get away from the Turks just fine."

Not like Tseng would let anything happen to her anyways, but Aerith doesn't mention anything about that. How many times has she relived this moment, leading Cloud through the slums after dealing with Reno? It feels infinite, stretching out ahead of her time and time again. Every time she has to pretend she doesn't know him, all of him, and it breaks her heart.

"We just gotta be sneaky is all! So c'mon!" She takes Cloud's hand and pulls him along through a back alley, humming to herself. At least she knows this is the beginning of the end of her days. All she has to do now is count them down.

Maybe she'll free herself this time. But probably not.

"Sooo Cloud, I hope I'm not taking you away from any big bad mercenary duties~" she teases, grinning up at him. "I won't keep you all day. Promise."

[phoenixfiiire]

@fxnrirs from [x]

He was never supposed to talk to strangers.

That had been one of the - many, were he being honest - lessons that Hojo had been very... clear about. It wasn't limited to just strangers, of course; he wasn't supposed to talk to the other experiments, to the scientists, to the SOLDIERS or the Turks. But some of those were easier to 'look the other way' on,

Hojo wasn't here now, but the man still haunted Joshua's every footstep. It was near impossible to stop himself from glancing over his shoulder every time he thought there was someone after him.

Midgar wasn't safe, but leaving felt nigh-impossible once you were stuck beneath the looming plates. It meant scuttling around in the shadows and doing what he could to keep himself hidden but alive, all while trying to ignore the thought that smiling at the wrong person would have him dragged back to his glorified jail cell until Hojo's watchful eye.

So he should have left the stranger alone. Should have let him sleep, even though it was obvious that whatever dream he was having was far closer to a nightmare. Shouldn't have felt concerned, shouldn't have tried to wake him-

The man jerked away and went for his sword. Joshua stayed frozen, crouched low from where he had reached out to shake the other, eyes watching him carefully. He should have been scared but only felt muted anxiety; the blade didn't worry him, but if a commotion resulted from it then ShinRa might be able to find him.

"... I saw you tossing and turning. I thought maybe... you weren't okay. I just... wanted to make sure you were." Blue eyes stayed fixed on the blond as Joshua spoke, though his body was tensed and ready to jerk away if needed.

[fairlybeloved]

@fxnrirs

It wasn’t very often that he was left stripped of his baser inhibitions, little remaining outside of unfiltered fury.

Breath, Zack, breath.

The battle was over, finished, done with, he was bruised and battered, bloody, cold and exhausted, there was nothing there that would add benefit to him allowing the rage to fester. In fact, some said that was BAD.

Some said it was a victory for the villain to fall victim to that sort of thing.

He closed his eyes, folded his arms, one leg bouncing uncontrollably up and down—

It’s okay.

Breath — in and out.

It’s all right.

—- up and down

in and out—

“Ahhhhhhhh, Angeal!” He threw his head back. “You bastard!” He reached out, grabbing hold of what appeared to be a comically large stuffed rabbit. A beloved toy that had invariably seen better days. “WHAT is so HARD about TELLING me the TRUTH!” He shook the poor toy rabbit, an ancient squeaker inside screaming with each violent shake. “What am I gonna do, tell your mom? OH, I can’t, cause you KILLED her!”

He threw the rabbit to the ground, kicked it, grabbed it by one flimsy ear tragically hanging on by a thread.

“Hey, Zack—” Zack changed the intonation of his voice, wiggling the rabbit as though it were speaking to him. “—It’s Angeal. Look, I’m feeling a certain way. I found some stuff out, and…. I’d like to talk to you about it.”

“That was REALLY friggen difficult— Ugh!!!” He threw the damn thing as hard as he could, finally coming crashing back down to the ground when it collided with someone standing there.

There was a certain vision of a Soldier that people formulated in their minds: stoic warriors with a penchant for violence. They were feral in a different way than Zack was. Zack never relinquished his emotions to feel in all the many ways that could be felt. Oh and he felt something ferocious at every opportunity.

He was having a moment. Definitely didn't want to be caught having it, but where there was no one, now Cloud sashayed out of no where to slide into his peripheral.

“You’re the only one who can give others hope.”

For once he was speechless, left with the burning embers of anger now gently receding.

[fxnrirs]

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[soldier-lodbrok]

prompt; there's never going to be a "next time".

That mercenary surely was as grouchy as they'd come. His half-stripped uniform told him it was a former SOLDIER, the Mako-eyes did the same. At least that one seemingly had defected, too. That was all Glenn could really ask for.

Glenn wouldn't let that attitude offend him though, he just nodded with raised eyebrows, as if amused by it all.

"Fine. This mission went pretty well with your and my group combined. We could use talent like yours in the SRC. But I won't beg you. As long as you continue to go against Shinra, I'm fine with it."

@fxnrirs

[royalarms]

what kind of tragedy are you ?

doomed from the start : there was no way of winning , and you knew it too . but you still tried . you tried again and again and again to change it . you fought tooth and claw to change your fate , but she cannot be easily manipulated . it’s not your fault . the game was always rigged against you . from the moment you entered the narrative , your fate was sealed .

you didn’t stand a chance .

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[itsfxnrir]

11pm, 5 degrees. Sat there for more than an hour because he was sleeping too cute to leave until my hands started to turn blue.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Thread Tracking Post

// For my personal needs with tracking the threads I have once I manage to set a proper tag for the threads~ Don’t mind it, unless you like stalking threads lol. These are set in no particular order, just added as I have the time and come across them while looking them up/replying to them. Please do no reblog this post, nor any of the threads linked here, unless you are my partner in the thread!! APOLOGIES TO THOSE TAGGED ANYTIME i UPDATE, IF THIS NOTIFIES YOU. ALSO IF YOU SEE A THREAT BETWEEN YOURSELF AND ME, AND YOU FEEL YOU’RE DONE WITH IT, LET ME KNOW SO I CAN REMOVE, NO HARD FEELINGS!

The Two Silver Threads [Tracked Here] || [RP with @ghostofnibelheim with my Kadaj]

What Are We But Bound Beasts [Tracked Here] || [RP with @nanakithewarrior ‘s Nanaki and my Kadaj]

The Howl Against the Darkness [Tracked Here] ||  [RP with @roleplay-abiogenesis2 ‘s Nanaki and my Vincent] --tagged for updating or removing--

I’m Still Here [Tracked Here] ||  [RP with @roleplay-abiogenesis2 ‘s S (young Sephiroth) and my Vincent Valentine (unrealized father)]  --tagged for updating or removing--

Let the Silver Run Red [Tracked Here] || [RP with @ghostofnibelheim with my Reno]

Strike the Red in your Golden Shackles [Tracked Here] || [RP with @sometimesrufus with my Reno]

Hate is the Sweetest Poison [Tracked Here] | [RP with @ofgeneticperfection with my Vincent]  --tagged for updating or removing--

The Poet and the Pawn [Tracked Here] || [RP with @poeticphoenix and my AU Kadaj] 

How Lethal is your Spark and Flame [Tracked Here] || [RP with @poeticphoenix and my Reno]

The Meaning of Existence [Tracked Here] || [RP with @poeticphoenix and my Vincent]

The Steps We Take [Tracked Here] || [RP with @chosenbythecrystal SOLDIER AU Noctis and my Sephiroth]  --tagged for updating or removing--

Red Velvet Reunion [Tracked Here] || [RP with @novus-ordo-seclorem Vincent and my Sephiroth]

I Follow You [Tracked Here] || [RP with @hiislegacy Cloud and my Vincent]

Why Are You Never Real [Tracked Here] || [RP with @azure-steel and my Sephiroth]

Gripping To The Edge [Tracked Here] || [RP with @sometimesrufus and my AU Vincent]

A Moment to be Real [Tracked Here] || [RP with @soldier-lodbrok and my Sephiroth]

Just Follow Me Kid [Tracked Here] || [RP with @holyguardian and my Reno]

When We Walked Together [Tracked Here] || [RP with @holyguardian and my Sephiroth (starting with them as children in ShinRa together)]

Shadow Guarding Light [Tracked Here] || [RP with @holyguardian and my Vincent]

Pretty Dark Lies [Tracked Here] || [RP with @sleeplesswork ‘s Sonon and my Nero]  --tagged for updating or removing--

The Way You Say My Name [Tracked Here] || [RP with @azure-steel and my Vincent]

Let Me Eat You Whole [Tracked Here] || [RP with @hiislegacy ‘s Cloud and my Sephiroth]

Here We Go Again [Tracked Here] || [RP with @escortingsecrets and my Reno]

Take Me Away [Tracked Here] || [RP with @escortingsecrets and my Reno]

I’ve Got Your Back Kid [Tracked Here] || [RP with @shinrascomputer and my Reno]

If Curiosity Could Kill [Tracked Here] || [RP with @shinrascomputer and my AU Vincent]

Don’t You Let Me Go [Tracked Here] || [RP with @hoshinierabareshimono‘s Genesis and my Sephiroth]

Spark of the Heart [Tracked Here] || [RP with @fairlybeloved and my Reno]

A Gift of Meeting [Tracked Here] || [RP with @hoshinierabareshimono‘s Genesis and my Sephiroth]

Kindred in the Shadows [Tracked Here] || [RP with @fxnrirs and my Vincent]

Brothers and Keepers [Tracked Here] || [RP with @soulsfractured‘s Yazoo and my Kadaj]

Kings Knights and Pawns [Tracked Here] || [RP with @sometimesrufus and my Sephiroth]

From You to Me [Tracked Here] || [RP with @soulsfractured‘s Tseng and my Reno]

The Calm Before the Crisis [Tracked Here] || [RP witth @lovetobetheunderdog and my Sephiroth]

Where Does Loyalty Lie [Tracked Here] || [RP with @soulsfractured‘s Kuja and my Reno]

Whispers in the Darkness [Tracked Here] || [RP with @shinrascomputer and my AU Kadaj]

When the Fire Catches [Tracked Here] || [RP with @soulsfractured‘s Kuja and my OC Aurelia]

A Strange Comfort [Tracked Here] || [RP with @nanakithewarrior and my Vincent]

Claws and Fangs [Tracked Here] || [RP with @tiamattseirei and my AU Vincent]

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[evcryopeneye]

@fxnrirs gets a starter

Was Denzel sorry? 

No. 

Kid deserved it and there was no way around that one. If there was anything that Denzel deeply despised it was unfairness, he’d suffered more than enough of it in his life to know what it felt like. He wasn’t going to just stand back and watch it happen. If it wasn’t Shinra dropping a plate full of its own employees onto its own citizens it was the fall out from their mistreatment of the planet and people leading to a damn apocalypse. Or, it was the gangs that had operated around Midgar after the city had literally collapsed, ready to pick out the guts of the place and sell it despite the fact they knew the damn place was poisoned. 

Frankly, he was getting a little fed up and tired of people bossing others around. 

The fight in the park had been the last straw. The house of that little girl crying had grated him in ways that Denzel couldn’t quite explain. Things were meant to be different now, how many times had he heard someone on TV say that this was a new world, or adults continuously talking about how things were going to be different now. Sometimes he wasn’t so sure. 

Truthfully, he hadn’t intended on throwing the first punch, but the moment he’d witnessed the other boy smack the younger girl, pure anger had taken over. He didn’t remember much of the fight beyond the first punch, it had turned into something more of a brawl than a skilled fight, but the winner had been clear. Denzel had emerged with a split lip and a graze on the side of his head and maybe a bruise or two, the other kid. Clean knocked out. Maybe, it would knock some sense into him. 

While he’d been victorious for all of ten minutes, the livid mother at Elmyras door had shattered that. Denzel had held his tongue, what he’d wanted to say was ‘maybe if you did your job your son wouldn’t be a dickhead’ but he thought better of it. Instead, he was waiting for the inevitable. If there was anything he wawa sure of now, Cloud was going to save something to say about it. 

[evcryopeneye]

@fxnrirs gets a starter

It was unbearable here, hot, penned in, claustrophobic. There was only so long Feng Wu could do this for, she’d tried…sure she’d helped when it was required. Yet here she was, trying desperately to get his, or anyone else's, for that matter of fact, attention. She wondered if humans realised just how much focus and concentration it took to move material from the inside? It was a pain in the ass, one that drained her, and yet she’d been insistent. The red ball of glass like material had rattled around, shone with a dim red at times, every little knock and prod into the mortal world unanswered. 

Until now.

She’d taken her chance at the right moment, while she wasn’t exactly sure how the materia had ended up shattered on the ground, it wasn't like she got to watch the whole thing from inside, but she felt fresh air for the first time. 

Oh heavens above, it was glorious. 

Right up until she narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you ever respond?” Oh, this little shit. “I have been trying to get your attention for weeks, literal weeks.” A huff left the phoenix as she smoothed red robes, used a hand to flick her hair back as she glared at him. “What do I have to do?"

A hand reached for her headdress, touching it to make sure it was still in place before she took a deep breath, maybe rage wasn’t exactly the right path to take? It occurred to Feng Wu that maybe she was being harsh? With a heavy sigh she eyed him, it wasn’t like she was totally unaware of the people she had been helping, though, it might have been the first time they’d had something akin to a conversation.

"You know, once upon a time there were temples to me here, mortals prayed and made offerings to me for help and I helped everytime, now, I have to beg a mortal for their attention.” Literally offensive was what it was. After all the times she’d helped too. 

[phantasiiae]

It's a hefty promise, isn't it? Aerith knows better than to expect this to last. It could be yanked away from her at any moment, any second the universe decides. Even if most of her restarts were caused by her death...well, her death could come in any other form, should fate decide that. This could simply be another branch in the path that all leads to the same thing. The future isn't set in stone, but there's always multiple ways to get to the ending fate wants you to. Still, she hopes. She always hopes. Is it wrong of her to do so?

If she doesn't keep her optimism, then she knows she'll quickly fall into a pit of despair. When all this first started, it was almost too easy to let that sadness consume her, to wonder why her? What did she do to deserve this? After a while, she realized that being sad wasn't going to get her out of it, and so she turned that sadness into determination (even if she will always be sad, deep down).

"...It does feel different," she murmurs after a few moments, her hand moving to gently wipe the tears from his cheeks. Aerith has never liked seeing Cloud cry. It's such a rare occurrence that it always takes her off guard. Always the stoic one, never sharing his feelings, never being so open. Every time they end up on the skywheel, she always tells him that she's looking for him, that she wants to meet him, the real him.

Maybe she's finally found him. Maybe that's what she needed, after all.

"It feels different, but I'm not letting my guard down. I've been through this so many times that I've learned that once you do, that's when the rug is pulled out from under you." One could argue she's being cynical, but is it that? Or is she just being realistic after a lifetime of repeating the same things again and again?

Still, she can take a moment to bask in the joy of not dying at the hands of Sephiroth. A hand absently comes to rest on her chest where her scar is, and she sighs. "You said you came from five years in the future...I wonder what will happen now that you're gone. I guess it doesn't matter now. Whatever happens to us, I'm just happy to see you. The real you."

After she says this, she leans up to kiss him again, her arms wrapping around his neck. If she has him now, let her enjoy this while she can.

He listens, ever patient, at first; he hates the thought of Sephiroth's hands anywhere on her... but he does have to admit what a different man he once was. He could've even been called "soft" at one point; he seemed complicated, lonely perhaps, but nowhere near capable of the embers he'd started. They had never fully been put out. He had become a monster, controlled by a parasite, fooled into believing he was some kind of saviour... and for Aerith to watch that... that slow slide backwards into madness, to feel it, had to be overwhelming. She knew what a good man he was and watched him die a swift death to his own twisted mind. "He's gone... Aerith. I'm sure you know that." It is not a comfort to repeat. He only shifts away slightly, to meet her eyes with his; gentle, compassionate, searching; Then she presses her lips against his, eyes flutter closed, and he returns that, pouring all the meaning that he can. He says he loves her in a hundred different ways, he promises her a better world, a kinder future, a life free of longing and loneliness; all without saying a single word. He doesn't want it to end, she pulls away just a moment sooner than he wanted; then she leans to him, and he brings his arms about her; feeling stronger than he ever has in his life. He holds her, as he's always wanted to hold her, as though she might vanish and he'll slip back into the waking nightmare left behind by her absence. How many times had he woken to a cold and empty room, the echo of her laugh in the distance, the feeling of her against him in a dream that was cut short? He had almost forgotten so much about her; this is something he wants to carve into himself until all of the grief and pain falls off of him; like the way a forest's green surfaces through the ashes of old roots. "I know..." He says softly, he feels the tears prick his eyes again, they sting at their corners; but he is trying his best to keep them in, to keep it together, because she needs him to be stronger than this. "Then... I'll stay. I should've... been more honest... with everyone. With myself. I know I've been chasing you through more than one lifetime, and every life... every time... I lose you. I don't remember it, but that's what it feels like, and it never changes... but..." He can't stop some of the damp reaching his cheeks, his voice trembling a little above it, "I want this too. More than I've wanted anything... it feels different this time, doesn't it? Like... someone... something... stepped in for us. As long as I'm here I'm not going to let anything happen to you ever again."

[itsfxnrir]

How hard is it to not break a guy with black fingernails? How hard could it be?

[itsfxnrir]

Will I ever take the same photo with my bike? Who knows, too lazy.

[itsfxnrir]

It's been 10 years since I've found out that I was mentally ill. I still vomit pain and trouble onto people. As Oli says in that one song, "I'm sorry, brothers, so sorry, lover."

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

He takes the Hi-Potion, not entirely concerned that he'd needed, but he would be stubborn and foolish enough to disregard it. He stowed it away in one of the pockets in his leather suit, before focusing on Cloud's report on the beast. He was familiar with the stories of the White Terror, though he'd not faced it.

But, offspring...that would be a challenge. Clearly, they're fairly grown and adapted to the environment, and Cloud seemed to think there was only one other, but could they be sure of their numbers? How many pups did wolves usually have at a time, and did that correlate to these creatures?

But Cerberus was at the ready, and he straightened at Cloud's side. He already had his plans of attack. Prevent the beast from howling, he could attack a few key weak spots to deter that, then focus on overwhelming and hopefully injuring to then allow distraction for Cloud to land stronger, clearer blows. And if they could handle this one here alone, that was for the best. He could track the other one after.

Crimson and heterochromatic gold eyes flicked to Cloud, then back to the beast. "Ready..."

He then used increased speed to move behind rubble as Cloud took the headlong charge. He surged into the air, over the beast, observing how the two would clash before he took his aim. He didn't just shoot a bullet, however, he infused two with two different elements equipped to Cerberus; blizzard to the beasts jugular, then fira to the same location. As the overwhelming chill would bring its harsh, unforgiving damage, explosive flame would follow.

He landed, then leapt lower, going for it's back and using his gauntlet and an increased red-black-purple energy surging over it to claw at the beasts hind legs, then he focused on drawing it's attention. First with wild slashes to it's back, whether he was getting through past the flesh or not. And when the beast turned, he shot the other side of it's neck with the same two elemental shots he'd done to the other side.

The wild wolf snarled and barked, the wounds having the desired affect for the moment, but then it snarled on Vincent, surging with two claws. He leapt back, but he'd angered the beast too much, and it lunged again. He just barely covered his torso from being carved up by lifted the gauntlet to block, but he couldn't block everything, the other claw going for his other side. A pauldron underneath his cloak saved his shoulder, but the leather over his bicep did little against the claws. But he only winced, and looked to Cloud.

"Now!"

His eyes are focused on the gunslinger for a brief moment, reading his movements; Cloud is always ready to balance his fighting style with his comrades. He knows how to move in tandem with them effortlessly; In truth, he's glad that he's got backup, this was proving to be harder than he wanted to admit. "It's both." He says, side by side, watching over the debris with a trained eye; "Already taken down a squad of men sent out here to fight it. That's why we've been called in. Do you remember that wolf a few years back? Folks called it the White Terror out in these parts. I think this is its offspring." He downs a hi-potion from his pocket quickly, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand, then passes one to Vincent just in case he winds up needing it mid-fight, "I think there's more than one given the reports. We'll have to track the other one... shouldn't be a problem for you." He debates if he should charge in again, but they're already here, and they might as well, "I'll take it head on and distract it, I'll get you a clear shot, but... whatever you do- try to keep it from howling. It'll makes it stronger and it knock threats back, so it'll hit fast and hard... aside from the shit it does to your ears." His were still ringing, potions couldn't cure everything, he reorients himself; the wolf is coming towards them, snarling, picking up speed to attack them both fiercely; "Ready?"