#gdfgd 😂

[bloodedhearts]

"I'm just a humble traveler. Don't look at me this way, darling. You're hurting my feelings." Astarion is looking at Anabella with a playful smile. No, he doesn't care at all if she despises him. Anyway, she doesn't seem to like many people. He wonders how she'd react if she knew he was a vampire. Would it be worst or better ?

@roseire ❤'d !

[sacredflorist]

✏️ // and one for vincent

Even More Incorrect Quotes Generator | Accepting | @vancreux

Vincent: We are not mad. We are just disappointed. Aerith: No, we are mad. Vincent: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide. Aerith: No, we’re not! Vincent: I am not a mind reader, Aerith!

Vincent: Alright, listen up you little shits. Vincent: Not you Aerith. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

Vincent: Aerith, I need some advice. Aerith: You need advice from ME? Vincent: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

[sacredflorist]

"I'm... I'm all alone. I'm all alone again." Aerith whispers before she sits on the ground, fighting the tears. The others will find her, right ? She won't stay on her own like this for too long. Hopefully.

Before   Aerith   even   finished   her   sentence,   Cissnei   was   already   gone.    POOF.       Somewhere...   far...   far   away.     

Nice   try,    little   Florist.

[ofengineers]

Headcanons + How Mid deals with vulnerability

Mid is very similar to Cid when it comes to dealing with her own vulnerability. She really hates showing emotions in front of other people. This is why she didn't want to go with the others at Cid's grave. Of course she wanted to go, but not with them. Speaking about Cid's death is always difficult for her, even five years later. She refuses to go to his grave with a group of people; she prefers to go alone. She could also accept to go with one person if she's fully comfortable with them, but accepting to show vulnerability in front of someone takes her a very, very high level of trust. It doesn't happen often.

It's not that she doesn't trust her friends, not at all. But Mid is used to keep that bright smile of hers on her face. She wants to be a ray of sunshine for everyone, and has a hard time accepting that being vulnerable won't make her less of a ray of sunshine.

So basically: if she can escape a situation that makes her feel vulnerable, she will do everything in her power to do it and will pretend everything is fine in front of the others. They can try to make her talk, but definitively not everyone will manage to make her fully open herself. But she feels strongly and a lot. She just keeps everything in her head, hoping it will stop, even if it doesn't.

I spoke more about sad feelings here, but it really goes for any vulnerable kind of emotions.

[fcrir]

      "Zack... why are you walking like this ?" / i couldn't help myself gdfgd 😂

        ❛❛   proving                    a point                ❜❜        he huffs in reply,   finding it difficult to keep up with her pace,   when usually it was him that raced forward,   he'd fallen behind numerous times.   Perhaps he had taken Kunsel's challenge to a ridiculous extremity,   but he refuses to call himself a SOLDIER if he backed up on his word and yielded to an easy defeat.   The stinging in his legs had dulled to a tolerable state of numbness he knows he would feel the moment he stands up,   yet he persists to push past discomfort to prove the strengths of his resolve.        ❛❛   Kunsel dared me to it,   he's gonna owe me big after this.   But look,   I'm getting better at it !   ❜❜        he demonstrates with an easy jump over a pile scraps,   at least now he's closer to her level to look her deep in the eyes,   her hands now clasped within his own.        ❛❛   Well ?   You wanna join me ?   We'll split the award fifty-fifty.   ❜❜

@sacredflorist // NO PAIN NO GAIN

[sacredflorist]

✏️ @ vincent

Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses | Accepting | @nazorneku

Aerith, to Vincent: Well, one of us has to be wrong and it’s not going to be me.

Vincent: Hey, Aerith? I need advice. Aerith: I’m pretty useless at giving advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment instead?

Aerith: Why do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you. Aerith: Ask me to kill for you. Vincent: ...First of all, calm down-

[bloodedhearts]

Cassandra hates this dark urge. She hates Bhaal. She hates Orin and yet Orin is the one who gave her the first steps to freedom, even if it was surely not her sister's intention back then. Because now she's in control most of the time, and it wasn't the case before the tadpole... before Orin chose to take her place.

"Oh trust me, I want you to be the only dark power inside my body," she assures, letting a chuckle escape her mouth. She doesn't know why Astarion manage to make her feel better all the time. She's not sure of how it started. But she knows she's grateful. So damn grateful.

She takes his hand. "And we'll survive because I don't plan to let Bhaal or Orin win." She smirks gently. "But my urge won't want to kill you again. I refuse to let that happen."

HE WOULD NEVER believe that he was the preferred option to someone -- he didn't deem himself worthy enough, despite feigned confidence. Astarion was attached to her more than the rest but was scared to saying out loud, nonetheless.

Instead, a sympathetic smile thrived upon pale features, a signature smirk and eloquent brow arched at her statement. He understood what's like to be torn between one's self.

" I don't mind helping you keep the dark urges at bay, my dear. Even though I'd much rather be the only dark power inside your body, if it's all the same to you... A little bit of danger, is always fun. " The rogue taunted.

".. Well, I guess we'll die together, then," If anything he found the PREDICAMENT to be thrilling.

[sacredflorist]

@obscureign said: "The pen is what you only deserved."

"Now I'm mad. You're just a meanie! I'll ask Tseng for an umbrella and he will say yes!"

[ofengineers]

“I ought to just burn this whole thing down.”

Mid blinks a few times when she enters the room. Oh no. What did he try to do ? It smells... She's not even sure she can tell what it smells like because she can already tell it's burned. She approaches Joshua, grabbing his arm and gently pressing it against her as she looks at these... cookies ? Well. They're black, and definitively not because of chocolate.

She presses a kiss to his cheek before she lets a brief chuckle escape her mouth. "Burning everything won't make it better, my love!" she teases, offering him an encouraging smile. "But I'm here now, so let's make some cookies together ? I'll coach you! Or... would you like to look at how I'm making them first ? And later we could make more together ? It's up to you, Joshua! But I promise that my cookies are very, very good! You'll want to hide some inside your room!" Anyway, none of these options could be worst than his first attempt. That's the good side of it: it can only get better!

BG3 Companion Banter Starters | @reviresc

[sacredflorist]

Continued from x | @devilreno

Aerith is used to meeting weird people, especially in the slums, but it's the first time someone wants to steal money from someone else. After all, people are really not that rich in the slums. But maybe that's why this guy wanted to steal. Or maybe he's just one of these usual goons. Aerith knows how to fight, thanks to her staff and her magic, but she's pretty sure she's not as scary as the Turks can be. Aerith has a soft spot for the Turks, but she knows how dangerous they can be. Maybe she should learn some fighting techniques from them.

"Thank you very much! You really scared him! I already knew you were badass but I'm impressed!" She lets a chuckle escape her mouth. "I guess I'll keep that bag with me and hope that person will come again." It would be unfair to keep the money, and someone is probably looking for it.

And then as Reno is about to leave again, she quickly reaches for his hand. Maybe she's being a bit dramatic now, but she doesn't care. She really just wants him around.

"Yeah, exactly! What if I need to be protected again ?" she teases, letting a chuckle escape her mouth as she gently squeezes his hand before she lets go of him. "And... I'm sure it makes your job more interesting for you to have someone to talk to, mmh ? It's best for both of us if you stay!"

[flamesofrebirths]

Joshua can't help but let a soft chuckle escape his mouth. He knows only too well he can not argue with Aerith on that point. If she wants to wait for him, she will. And knowing that truly makes his heart feel warm, of course. However... he also wishes he could make sure he could give her the future she truly deserves. He wants to survive the final battle against Ultima more than anything else. He wants to live. But he also doesn't know how it will end. He truly can't know.

He gently smiles at her. That's the thing with Aerith; he really can't help himself. She gives him so much hope for a better future, and gives him more and more determination with each passing day. He knows he's suffering with his curse and with Ultima trapped inside his chest... but she makes him feel strong. He can win this. He will win this.

When Aerith offers him her hand, Joshua doesn't hesitate; he gently takes it and presses a soft kiss to the back of it. "My Lady. There is nothing I would like more than letting these troubles burn away with you at my side," he assures gently. He then locks his fingers with her. "Aerith... Thank you. For this. For everything."

"I'm waiting~" Aerith sing-songed. Her decision was final and clearly not up for discussion. What else was she supposed to do? The moment Joshua threw himself into the fray, she should turn her back to make her life more comfortable, to walk away and never have to face the aftermath, good or bad?

"Hmn." she hummed, and tipped her head at him. It almost felt like a weight off her own chest. To admit to it finally. She was waiting... waiting on him... her sweet, foolish Joshua, bound by duty and his code of chivalry. She was waiting. And part of her couldn't help but to hope he would return with some newfound sense knocked into his head.

"Let's not linger in this chilly breeze talking about things that are heavy enough to topple the hideout." Her hand lifted in offer for him to take, her fingers beckoning for him to lay his palm in hers. "Time to stoke the fireplace with our troubles, let them burn away at least for a short while."

[bloodedhearts]

Shadowheart frowns at these words. Lady Shar's magic is real. It's comforting, always close to the cleric's heart. Why does he speak this way about her dark lady's magic ? "Magic is real. Lady Shar's magic is real." Shadowheart replies, doing her best to sound calm, even if this is exactly the kind of words that drive her mad. And maybe it's also because, deep down... she feels a bit of uneasiness here, too. But she won't admit it. She'll never admit it.

he held back a scoff.  “it is magic,”   he answered flatly.   accursed,   hungry,  magical darkness.   nothing like the true dark of his home,  the darkness of the true absence of light buried beneath miles of rock and cavern.  she could call him insolent if she desired,  he did not care. “not exactly real.”   real darkness,  the darkness of the predator, the hunter    ...    it would just devour her,   wouldn't it?

[sacredflorist]

Aerith sighs. Tseng has really seemed like the perfect answer at first; he really could have called the others. And yet... Rufus has been very clear. And Tseng, as the leader of the Turks, may be busy. Only one name, only one call. She needs to think properly. Tseng is probably not chilling and vibing at this moment... She takes a deep breath and starts typing again.

To: Mr. President!!!! 👨‍💼💵

[ 📲 Aerith: ] You really enjoy making my life complicated, do you ? [ 📲 Aerith: ] Call Reno please! 🦊⚡ [ 📲 Aerith: ] But do you plan to visit me yourself someday ? I could show you my flowers!

Icicle slits of vision blink at the succeeding message. Love them? The President had to control a heavy sigh, composure settling back in. Ruminations treading on both amusement and incredulity.

( Strange, indeed. )

To: Ms. Gainsborough

[ 📲 President Rufus Shinra: ] I see what you are trying to do. [ 📲 President Rufus Shinra: ] However, the rule remains. Only one name, only one call. [ 📲 President Rufus Shinra: ] Choose carefully.