#livelyfellow

[drodine]

“I am being perfectly fucking civil.”

Quotes from Pintrest | status: open

  Nimble fingers would twist at his mustache, one arm folded over his chest as he observed the blonde with thinly veiled disdain, sprigs of a brow lifting by way of accentuation.

  “Yes, your choice of vernacular supports your assertion vonderfully,” he stated with a drip of sarcasm, gesturing vaguely with the once twisting fingers. “So being zat ve are both behaving so very civilized, let us return again to vhat, exactly, your expectations vere, barging into my office in such a vay?” 

  “Uninvited.”

  “During my tea break.”

[housetummelt]

@livelyfellow​

Everything had went wrong that night.

Baldur still couldn’t remember all the details, what had happened and how. He remembered darkness and cold water. And how someone had grabbed him. Another hit against his head and… nothing. Ripped apart memories until he had woken up in a room, forced onto a chair. And they had questioned him, asked him so many things and details. Tried to trap him by his own words… if he ever spoke at all. More darkness tearing through those memories. What had happened then…?

Why was it so hard to recall?

But Baldur remembered one thing, cutting through this chaos in his mind like a knife made of white hot iron. An offer that was too good to be true. Lined with threats and mockery. He should play their game again. He should be on their side. And in return… they would tell him where Zell was.

Zell.

Their little lost one.

Baldur had almost gone mad at this idea. Had lashed out and cursed them to the hells of the Infernian. How dare they claim to know anything about him… but they did. They did. And they proved it to him. And his utter rage had become quiet. Silence turning to sadness. And sadness to a glimmer of curiosity. Careful, as Baldur could not bear to be disappointed. They had gotten him here, though. 

Do as we say and you get time with your son.

With Zell.

Of course, Baldur longed to be with his wife again. With Reno and Loqi. But he didn’t know where they were. If they had actually made it to Meldacio… or if not… and here, here was this lost piece of their family. He couldn’t leave Zell behind. Whatever fucked up game the Empire wanted to play with him… Baldur would play, if it meant he could see his second son again. He needed to get him back. He needed to get him home.

And as Baldur stood there, on the planks of a simple fishermen harbour, wearing clothes sturdy and simple to fit in with this backwater place they called Balamb, he could barely breathe. There, just a few steps in front of him. There was a boy. With the bluest eyes and blond hair that had been sunkissed with white strands, wild and unruly, spiking into the air.

He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t talk, couldn’t move. He wanted to grab this boy and hold him tightly so badly. Wanted to kiss him and hug him and never let go. But he couldn’t. They had told him not to cross this line. They were watching. If he did, they would do unspeakable things to him… to the boy…

So Baldur just stared at this little one.

Would you remember anything about me?

[griefandpunishment]

@livelyfellow​ asked:  “What’s in it for you?”

What was in it for him? Squall stopped, tip of his gunblade skimming the top of the tarmac as he turned.

“Nothing, I guess. [I think Rin is rubbing off on me.]

          If I can do something and it doesn’t affect the mission, why does it matter?”

[loqis]

@proxnotxaxfool @livelyfellow

Look! Look it is official! 

‘Mom made us take a picture...’

Man, sadly the quality of the models is so so so different. Reno’s model overall has as many joints as Loqi’s hair on its own...

[meldaciomartyr]

...

and that’s why Zell is the good Niff.

[badassbarmaid]

livelyfellow replied to your post: �� Have you ever looked at Zell and think 'if Tifa...

I had to log on to comment on Zell’s blog – this ask just made me realize that Zell’s personality is like if you took Cid and Yuffie and mashed them both together. The result would be One Loudmouthed Asshole with Too Much Energy in a Small Package™

((This is so true now that I think about it!))

[bloodfcst-a]

(Had to swap blogs, tumblr denies me to express my desire for headcanon questions.) Does Yuffie have a good relationship with her parents while growing up? Any particular good memories?

HEADCANON.

Yufi’s memories with her father typically have to do with proving her worthiness to him. Originally, Godo is disappointed that he doesn’t have a son…he wanted an heir, and did not consider a female to be suitable to the cause. 

His animosity is also in part that she resembles her late mother, and that’s sure to cause him grief… that Yufi, upon being brought into the world, seemingly stole the life from her mother in the process. Obviously not purposely, but Godo doesn’t need a reason to be so suspicious or hostile towards her– and his attitude with her is reflected within his staff, and extends into the community as well. It’s only when Yufi begins to openly reject and rebel against him that he begins to see the error of his ways and attempt to garner her favor…. leading them to have a strained relationship in her adulthood.

Early in Yufi’s life is dictated by Godo’s rejection of her: he places distance between her by sending her off with her paternal grandparents in infancy to older toddler, believing he has not the time, resources, or instinct to care for a child, despite living in a complex with live-in/help and personal assistants who could easily care for them as such. When the idea is suggested to him once Yufi has some autonomy (approximately age 4), Yufi returns from the countryside to the mainland, but will continue to spend the summers with her grandparents learning domesticated chores and tasks. Once she returns to the community, she’s immediately placed into the care of maidens and lecturers. Yufi does not attend formal schooling, and instead learns the basics of education along with specialized attention to history, economics, culture, calligraphy, and music. Yufi is proficient in the zither, but enjoys playing lute and the shamisen. However, despite her ability to intellectually excel, Yufi’s ever aware of her father’s avoidance of her, and asks to learns trades and skills, such as archery, alchemy, and smithery. Regardless of being well-rounded, it’s not enough to garner his attention.

As a teenager, Yufi grows tired of being paraded as an item or artifact to be showcased and instead wishes to be treated as an equal. In order to do such, however, her physical ability and prowess must be tested. Thus, Yufi learns arts of self-defense as well as attacks, finding that in lieu of her stature or overt strength, she can instead focus on stealth, evasion and precision. She trains from the bottom rank of the dojo to the top, where eventually she can challenge Godo himself. It takes a number of attempts before Yufi is successful– but even then, he does not see her as a successor; instead, he finds her worthy of being under him as second-in-command. She takes it.

As a result of Godo’s distance to her, Yufi’s hesitant in allowing people to be emotionally close to her in her relationships, and finds that even friendships can be difficult to maintain. However, she has a lighthearted personality and is fun-loving, making it easy for her to form partnerships and acquaintances– rather adequate for business. 

Yufi has two major showdowns with her father–at age 14, and again at 17. It is at 14 where she demands that he not force her into one box as either his son or his daughter… Yufi is his child, his heir, an undeniable truth that does not require Yufi to either be just a treasure OR just a talented person… Yufi can and is both. At 17, when Yufi is successful at besting Godo both intellectually and physically, she demands he recognize her for what she is… worthy, or risk losing her forever. Given that he’s already lost his wife, he has no intention of losing the remainder of his family and then attempts from then on to put in effort towards their relationship. 

Even as an adult, Yufi recognizes him as a parent in the sense that she came from him and that he provided for her… but doesn’t hold a close relationship to him outside of recognizing his position of reverence as leader of their community, and that she must defect decisions to him. She also recognizes that bad publicity she creates would reflect poorly on him, so she is hyper-vigilant of how and what she’s recognized for in public, using it to either promote him or weaponizing it against him depending on the situation. Godo realizes that he does not know anything substantial about Yufi, and attempts to learn more about her interests and to bring associated businesses into the community in order to win favor. It’s not entirely successful, but Yufi appreciates the thought and does notice his effort, despite how late it took him to actually care. She still isn’t entirely convinced it’s for her well-being, suspicious that he primarily cares about his own prestige before her.

But in reality, it’s more or less that Godo is pained by Yufi because he remembers her late mother Kasumi when he sees her, and he just… doesn’t handle his sadness in a manner that allowed him to have a cohesive relationship with his child.

So…. he’s a bad dad and Yufi’s insecurities stem from him……. she’ll have daddy issues forever…. all the pieces come together now.

Are there good memories? I mean… the small moments of praise he would give her, perhaps, because she loves being noticed, likes the attention he would sporadically give her if she succeeded. And as a result, Yufi for some time attempted to perfect everything…. until that rift at 14, when Yufi finally decided that life is worth living and being true to herself first and foremost before anyone else… including her family. 

Money can buy a lot of things but it can’t really buy substantial relationships, and… it’s taken Godo a long time to see that providing means a lot more than just the physical… it’s the emotional bond as well.

I hope that was helpful! …….and sad.

[angelsrebellion]

( @livelyfellow continued from x )

  It had happened again. She’d awoken in the night in near fever-sweats from the dreams that plagued her every now and again. The power deep inside her that had a grip on her mind and heart. The power that needed only squeeze when it wanted to take over, seemingly waiting for the right moment to drag her under and drown her with terrible and uncertain purpose. 

  She’d thrown off her blankets, bare feet finding the plush rug spread beneath her bed to make the cold floors a bit more homely in the mornings — or in this case, sleepless nights. She made her way into the common area Zell and her shared as room-mates, not having expected to find him awake, but not entirely surprised either; they often met like this, lost children in the dark seeking refuge in the cushioned depths of the couch and the bright, buzzing glow of the TV screen that brought a much needed distraction.

  She’d muttered her lament to him before pausing, palming at one eye with the long sleeve of her baggy shirt — stolen from one of the boys, difficult to tell which— the other eye squinting at the screen until the action came into focus. War. Battle. Explosions. Didn’t Zell get enough of this on a daily basis? 

  Rinoa stared at the screen a moment as she skirted around the couch and plopped down, pulling her feet underneath her and fixing her shirt around her bare legs. She held her hand out for the controller.

“No, let me play.” 

  She needed to blow something up figuratively before she slipped up and did it for real. 

[galahdanblade]

“ i knew i shouldn’t have worn my good shoes. ”

sitting on the haven, hands braced on the ground behind him as he tried to catch his breath - fuck that. since when were malboro’s this far east? the darkness had tossed everything out of wack, no doubt there, but all the rules had gone out the windows too. their bestiary was loosing its use, beasts were mutating, going after new prey as hunger set in, prowling through regions they’d once pegged as inhabitable for them - they were just like humans now; doing whatever they could to survive. which made the beasts even more dangerous.

he stunk to high-heaven.

he was covered in stuff he didn’t want to think about … all fingers intact, all toes, all arms and legs, some bruises to deal with but a cheap price to pay for getting out of that scrap.  canting his head back to get an upside-down view of the haven and kaleb did a quick headcount; most were lining up to get a bowl of monica’s stew … she could keep it. he knew what went into it. petra was cleaning off his blade over by the fire, that enok kid from galahd was peeling off a ruined shirt. rolling his head the other way to finish the headcount and kaleb spotted zell to his left … middle of the tummelt trio.

the nice one. the polite one. the happy one. the one that didn’t stir shit or snap back with snarky answers.

… the one that was pulling off his boots?

i knew i shouldn’t have worn my good shoes.

brows creased in utter disbelief at what he was watching, kaleb couldn’t keep the laughter from getting out as he watched zell try and scrape the remnants of malboro gunk off his boot,

 ’ i’ll give you a heads up next time, huh? ’

[oraculideluna]

@livelyfellow​ asked:

Okay, okay, a very serious headcanon for Luna -- describe her perfume. Does she use different kinds depending on her day or is there a signature scent?

Luna usually wears a very subtle scent, something you generally need to be close to her to be able to smell. She’s been raised to be up on her hygiene, so she takes care to make sure she isn’t offensive in look or smell, and up until falling into the depths of war, she did keep up with it consistently.

During those ten years of war, when she went back to Tenebrae and offered safe haven to people in need, while also fighting against beasts and the Empire alike, she didn’t have the time to make herself as presentable. She was far more concerned about the safety and well-being of her people and what was left of her kingdom, and in becoming a soldier to fight alongside others.

Before and after that time, though, she would wear something very neutral, like vanilla or a general and soft floral scent. She does have several other perfumes she wears (even being under Empire control, she was still a public figure, and beauty companies would send her their makeups, perfumes, nail polishes, etc.), sometimes just a different floral scent, sometimes something as simple as ‘fresh laundry’ or ‘summer breeze’, but she does often find herself drawn to slightly more...salty? scents, or coconut. Scents that remind her of summer and the beach, ocean waves on a warm day. It feels lighter, like happier times, or like something to aspire towards.

Luna also loves the smell and taste of cinnamon. Though she won’t wear a cinnamon scented perfume, she does sometimes carry the scent with her after going into the kitchen to make a cinnamon hot chocolate, or sitting in a room with those cinnamon-scented pine cones. Also fairly subtle, but it’s one of the scents she loves the most.

[crystallineglacian]

Yes, it is me, Syn -- If Gentiana could re-play a particular moment in her life and do something differently, what would she do?

That’s an easy one - she regrets surrendering to the will of the Draconian when he seized the throne of the gods. Eos was a mess before Bahamut, she had some role in that during one chapter of her story, long before this pretty mask opened it’s eyes for the first time.But after Bahamut took control?His claws were in every decision and in every carefully planned disaster.As long as he’s in charge the disasters will keep coming. And only the frail have the currency to pay the ultimate price.

[gingersmiith]

💗 Has my muse ever been in love?

sex+romance headcanons!

answered here

[housetummelt]

Send 🔥 for Muse A to attempt roasting Muse B // livelyfellow, Zell wants to hear Ida roast Baldur >:3c

Having Zell aroundwas something both Ida and Baldur had wished for – and they werehappy whenever Zell agreed to it and stayed at the rooms in Formouththey had occupied now.

But this also meantZell got to know that the Tummelts weren’t just all grandeur andnoble like the front they showed everyone. They could be just likeevery family… with Baldur and Ida having the most randomconversations at the dinner table. Or with Baldur side-eyeing Zell,finally asking a question he had been wondering about for months now.

“Zell, may I askwhy you have done that? You know. That tattoo on your face. Why? Youmust be aware that this will have an effect of how people see you.”

It was a tricky question. Baldur knew, but he was strict. He had never seen someone putting ink to their face - at least not in their circles. 

Luckily for Zell, Ida jumped in, putting her hands on Baldur’s shoulders and leaning down to place a kiss to his temple.

“Ah, darling, he is young and tattoos have become a way to express yourself... I am quite sure you would have done the same if it had been more popular back then. Have you forgotten the phase where you cut yourself an undercut with a long ponytail and dyed all your hair red? You were that close to a piercing to your eyebrow as well... I had way more concerns back then than I would ever have for our son’s appearance. And look at that - you still became general, who would have guessed it back then... no one.”

It was all said in a lovely sing-song voice and as Baldur had a red tint crossing his face, Ida just winked to Zell with a mischievous smirk.

@livelyfellow

[grieverspride]

Have you ever told someone you love them? If so, who?

Leon would set his coffee down and rubbed the back of his neck, “I did...it was someone I had become close too but...that was a long time ago. There...is someone recently I told that I love them. She is a wonderful woman.”

[sunny-explosions]

livelyfellow replied to your photo: outofsunshine; Do you remember when I made a...

SDFKJSJFKLSJLKFJSL SELPHIE IS SO HECKIN CUTE WHAT THE HELL

outofsunshine; LOOK AT THIS CUTIE PATOOTIE. I CANNOT WAIT TO GET TO SEE HER UP CLOSE SITTING HAPPILY IN THE RAG.

[floweringeclipse]

❤️- For a secret crush

Force Iris to Spill Secrets! || accepting

Hard not to stare in awe and admiration as the woman in the ring takes another few, long swigs of her beer before effortlessly knocking down another opponent of hers. Gods, that was only three damn moves and she’s already got him pinned to the ground beneath her heel and--

“WhatyeahI’mlistenin’--” Iris blurts, attention now taken by Zell and his elbowing. Annoyance and embarrassment make for a pretty ugly mix on her face when she faces him again, and there’s no hiding that hint of adoration in Iris’ widened eyes.

At least not ‘til the blond gives her such a taunting, knowing grin. “Hey,” a poor threat, grumbling while she weakly shoves Zell  and tries so badly to fix her expression into something a little more neutral. Or angry. ‘Cept it’s kind’f a struggle to even get mad at Zell for something like this.

Iris steals one last look at the Niffen woman and the poor bastard who thought he’d be able to take her on-- Iris almost makes a joke about paying to get her ass handed to her by the woman but decides against it, hoping to keep what’s left of her dignity intact around Zell-- before rolling her eyes at the other so childishly. 

What’s Zell gonna do, exactly? Tell Commodore Highwind he’s caught the youngest Amicitia admiring her with heart-eyes and a dopey smile from afar? Like everyone else? Aranea surely knows she’s got fans, or somethin’.