#illecebrcus

[calamitysshatteredson]

(ง'̀-'́)ง!!!

The idea of "normalcy" was always a foreign one. Had to be, for any number of reasons, but increasingly over time the idea was a joke at best. Unrealistic. Undefinable. A word without meaning.

Seeing someone for the first time in a while was often likely to be a joyous event, wasn't it? Depending. Someone who you had no particular ill will toward, at least. Seeing that someone for the first time in a while with their fist raised and looking very much like they intended to use it immediately was another thing.

Survival instinct was reasonably good. Surprisingly, for the most part, but that didn't mean reflexes were up to par. Sephiroth's hand came up before the fist could make any decent effort to come toward him, stepping forward and then--

The rest was a jumble. Unclear. He didn't have the muscle strength he used to, but it was relatively easy to unbalance a structure of tall, lithe muscle that was already shifting, hauling back to hit, and the combined effort and likely momentary panic on both of their parts sent them both tumbling to the floor in a pile of tangled limbs and confusion.

Well. He supposed he'd more or less gotten used to... whatever passed for "normalcy" in his life. As much as one could when the definition was impossible to pin down.

[evcryopeneye]

@illecebrcus​ continued from x 

“Hmph.” How like Him that soft sound was, as was the haughty jerk of the head, but that was all it was: sound and motion, nothing concrete and with no knowledge that it was a mirrored act. He had never met Him, after all.

But the boy...

He had no idea why the boy was so special. Wasn’t he like all the others? Motherless little things no one wanted?

Why did Cloud want him so badly?

It lit a glimmer of curiosity in an otherwise-empty gaze.

“Who are you.”

Blinking...Denzel didn’t really understand the question.

“I don’t know what you mean.” There’s an innocence in him despite everything he’s seen. An inability to see himself as anything other than a lost child. Something that could be cast away. Except he had been at ground zero, watched the first victim succumb to the geostigma. Had sat on the floor under a table as the meteor fell right above his head. The life stream had flowed through him, he carried the evidence of that on his forehead, the blank mottled marks now making their way down the side of his face.

“I’m just Denzel.” That was all. A shrug of both his shoulders. “It’s not true is it?” There’s no disappointment in his voice. A cold, factual statement. “You can’t help us really. Can you?”

[spatiumferrumsecandi]

@illecebrcus 

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” The succubus winked at the other,

[gingersmiith]

@gingersmiith || loz asked:

❝ after all this time? always. ❞

@illecebrcus answered:

They sit back to back, and they may as well be one entity, the backs of their heads touching; there is static between them that holds them together, connecting them. It sparks. It comforts.

Eyes open. They roll heaven’s ward briefly before the gaze focuses to the side.

“What now, Loz?”

Loz rumbles, because he doesn’t know the answer.

All he knows is that he has Yazoo.

That’s really all he needs, even if they’re both a little lost without Kadaj pushing them on and yelling.

But that’s the heart of the matter, isn’t it? 

Kadaj is gone, and niisan doesn’t want them. Nobody wants them but them.

“....I’m hungry,” he says at last.

[glhdshero]

@illecebrus

“The all leather is a look,” Nyx nodded in appreciation.

[firxga]

Pain is weakness leaving the body :3

MEME →  18. covered in blood

The Crimson Commander lived up to his name and what a dreadful sight he made. He ambled with a stone-faced resolve, the runes on his rapier flickering with residual magic. He was caked in blood from his hair to his boots and the stench of death permeated the air around him. The silver-haired youth in his path had not wronged him but as his footsteps halted Genesis raised his weapon. “You...” a moment passed and he lowered his defenses. Yazoo. He had once called the remnant a son. “Why are you here?”

[fullthrottled]

@illecebrcus​ said:  (ง'̀-'́)ง

❝   GOT  A  PROBLEM  ,  huh  ?  if  you’re  looking  for  a  fight  ...  don’t  expect  me  to  hold  back  .   ❞

[the-nexus]

Zaaack... (ง'̀-'́)ง

@illecebrcus

     What was this? Yazoo wanted a fight? Well, he would find his challenge taken up, not by the former SOLDIER, but by the little silverette Zack lifted onto his shoulders with a smile. And like Yazoo, she lifted her hands into fists, giggling with glee.

     “I’ll getchu, mama!” Emma squealed. Fists uncurled and out she reached her hands for Yazoo.

[badassbarmaid]

“ i had a dream about you. ”

Shippy Memes

The man in front of her made her pause; while his face was more youthful, gaze softer than the rest...the hair and eye color threw her back into a dark place, a shiver rushing through her almost like a jolt of lightning.

Tifa wasn’t sure if she should attack him or not -- he was the embodiment of her greatest nightmare, but his tone...it wasn’t harsh or taunting.

Just what was he?

“...Who are you...?”

[xdualhoundx]

illecebrcus started following you

“Just couldn’t stay away, hm?” Welcome back, Yazoo. Better be prepared for the consequences of showing your face; this large man is slowly walking towards you, hands held out to either side, with wiggling fingers.

Like a cat preparing to pounce on it’s prey.

[zaxxusu]

far from the north a hero comes

@illecebrcus​​

“I don’t know anything about heroes.”

Heroes had never done much for he and his brothers, not that he could remember. Not when they had been in a laboratory as specimens and not after, when it had been the trio against the Planet’s so-called heroes.

And now? Yazoo scoffed at the idea that a hero would come now.

“Heroes are useless to me.”

Zack came from the North, the place where all of the threats for the planet began... also the spot if her ‘child’ was reborn again. That's where he traced to seek one person.

Aerith told him that Yazoo was lost. Lifestream is boring place, though, except for him who had been with her all the times there. Pulling the youngest remnant into the circle of harmony family isn’t enough without the presence of his brothers. While the half-Cetra is still trying to find them in all senses, this is Zack’s job to talk with the silver haired to get him back to where he belong. 

But should he? 

The hatred… memories can’t be erased somehow. But people can change or even fix it. He isn’t sure if Yazoo felt that way –being human, to be deserved to live here. What had happened to this poor kid when he’s lost, huh?

“Yeah, since you’re born from a villain.”

[calamitysshatteredson]

(ง'̀-'́)ง

ผ(•̀_•́ผ)

[evcryopeneye]

@illecebrcus​​ asked: “There’s really nobody else here.” [ Denzel :3 ]

There’s a cold silence from him. 

Denzel didn’t know what to say. The nightmares he tried to hide. Always. He tried to hide them from Tifa, and Cloud, and Marleene. He wanted to keep them to himself. Like some dirty secret that he would never reveal to the world. 

Let alone him. 

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not a baby.” He could cope on his own. He lived on his own before. He survived by himself. “I’ve had them since the plate fell.” A shrug. What more was their to say. “They’re normal.” At least now, for his generation, they were. Trama was normal. To live through the plate, the meteor, the collapse of society as they knew it. It was traumatic. 

“You should mind your own business.” 

[lifedxbt]

"You’re weak. You always were."

Horror/Angst Starters | x

“I have never been weak in my life.” But this creature speaking as if it knew him, staring at him with those same eyes... It chilled him. Fear was not something Tseng felt often and it was an icy sensation through his chest. Above it, his scar seemed to burn.

“Whatever you do to me, you will not find weakness as a reaction.”

[gingersmiith]

ʟɪɴᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴄʀʏ

@illecebrcus​:

❝ i have survived. i am here. confused, screwed up, but here. ❞

Loz makes a soft grumbling sound, mostly because he’s not sure how either of them were here. They’d died.

He’d been angry, so angry, but he wasn’t sure why-- only that he’d needed to make niisan hurt.

And then everything had exploded, and there’d been rest.

And then he was back, and lost.

And now Yazoo is here.

So he steps forward and sweeps his brother into a hug, because Marlene and the Lady are nice, but they’re not his brother.

[brokeniisms]

🍟

Send 🍟 to steal one of my muse’s fries. Thief.

     ❛ You… really??? Is this how low we have sunk… ❜ He just sits there. He’s not hungry anymore. Go ahead, take my fries…