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[sentmail]

psych season vii prompts | @lockhartred :

“Please don’t make me answer that.”

It takes him a second to catch up to the implications of his question, his inquisitive nature having him hound a person of interest until his curiosity is sated (temporarily).

With someone as complex as Ms. Lockhart, well, he really should learn to consider his choice of words in regards to her relationship with other people. He frowns at her reply, tilts his head to the side - and then startles himself when he realizes what she took his question to mean.

"I didn't — what I meant was —" There's no saving it, is there? "When I said intimately, I meant like... Closely. Could be friendly closely. I'm not implying anything." Unless... No, he's not doing this right now, can it Kunsel.

[firxga]

@lockhartred | X

Genesis could feel something prickling on his person, like static about to build to a shock. He's certain it's the mako surrounding them. Though it's encased in pipes, he never much gave a thought what its effect on people might be. Longterm exposure certainly couldn't be good.

That dreadful crawling across his skin kept him in a state of high alert. Or perhaps he was simply highly strung.

He listened to Tifa, and his eyes sharpened mid-musing. No word of explanation leaves his mouth as he reaches to grasp her in a protective sweep, she is pulled back, and his arm pressed her further behind so that he may shield her...

It was only infantry men, but he wouldn't scoff at them and their bullets. They could do damage enough, and they were at the advantage of being able to call in a flood of support. Better to avoid a fight altogether if possible.

His hand remained pressed to her abdomen. It was an act of overprotection. To know exactly where she was. Though he didn't realise how belittling the action was, to keep tabs on her so intensely, as though he might not trust her to hold back and stay out of sight.

A long moment passed before Genesis turned his head and glanced sidelong to her. His hand gently relented as he stepped around and faced Tifa proper. "Perhaps that would be best." he spoke gently, if a little foolishly. His own eyebrows shot up a little. Wait— "That is. Standing here, I realise what a foolish endeavour this has been. Selfish even." He spared one final glance to the factory, then regarded Tifa with an apologetic look. "I don't know what I expected, to bully some business suit around, or to demand to know who has been named my beneficiary. I am coming at this from the wrong angle. What I need is a will and testament, and a very good lawyer."

And someone willing to put their name down.

[makoblue]

[ STEADY ]: the sender rests a hand on the shaken and panicked receiver's shoulder to steady and ground them. / reverse uno verse :3

Stopping Sephiroth, preventing Meteorfall, saving the world; the north star of calamity. Without external forces to keep at bay, they had no choice but to acknowledge their own problems.

When he found her just a few steps short from home in the blistering cold wind, it seemed like the right thing to do. Or rather, as right as anything else he could think of in that particular moment.

Cloud awkwardly pats Tifa's shoulder a few more times and realizes halfway through the next pat that trying to maintain an arm's length of distance is equal parts dumb and pointless.

So instead he turns her around, pulling Tifa into an embrace and pressing his temple to hers. For as long as she needs him to.

"Made you a promise. It's a lifetime deal. So...even if you run away, even if you want to turn your back on the world--" and the world would deserve her enmity, "-- I'll be here for you."

[fairlybeloved]

@lockhartred

❛  i understand how hard it is to talk about, but i promise you'll feel better after you've opened up to someone.  ❜

He damn near drifted off, or it felt like he did, staring off into some distant point on the horizon as he was. His mind seemed fractured with all the thoughts circulating so wildly within it. There was no rhyme or reason to the rotation of thinking in a way that could be organized. It was so chaotic, all he could really do was sit there and allow it to run its course.

He must have had some look on his face for Tifa to approach him as she did.

"Oh. Sorry." He grinned sheepishly, though certainly didn't appear in any hurry to pop back up to his feet as was his style. Instead he pat the ground beside him, inviting her over. "It's pretty warm here. Kinda weird when it's chilly everywhere else." It was almost like that specific spot in particular was inviting his ass to occupy it. Who was he to deny it?

"I was just thinking about all those times when I got into so much trouble for sticking my nose where it doesn't belong. You know, I've inherited those traits honestly! Dumb ass does run in my family." He grinned at the thought.

A gift and a curse all at once~

"'Incessant inquisitiveness,' I heard that a lot. Maybe it’s simple curiosity that would have been birthed on its own. Or maybe it’s just some secret part of me that’s scared not to know about things. Or a way to keep my mind busy. Common sense doesn’t resonate very strongly with me."

If he had a lick of sense, maybe he could have done something to prevent the tragedies that followed.

"Did you know I once told someone I couldn’t remove my armor because it takes too long to do it? I told them that it was a process stemming over thirty minutes and it involves a very strict traditional dance over a bed of dead flowers to see it done properly? And thus, that is why I wear the stinky thing all the time. I can’t think very quick on my feet.”

Or maybe he could. That was a pretty creative answer, however stupid it was.

"Sorry. I know all this is so random." Zack leaned back against his hands. "I'm okay. I promise."

[millionsnife]

“The manager’s a vampire. He wanted me to join his legion of the undead.”

"That sounds incredibly fake." He's fairly sure there's no vampires on this planet. They've been here over a century and he's never seen one, after all.

Why is he even working with these people?

"Don't you have a job to be doing tonight?"

[vxmpirehunterd]

Sidling up to him, though making her presence known, she gives him an affectionate hip bump with her own while readjusting her gloves. “That was some pretty good fighting there,” she says with a slight flush to her cheeks.

Sounds of anguished shrieks died out with the final chimera slain as D looked on with cold indifference. The corpse slashed and beaten within an inch of its life began dissipating into some green, ectoplasmic orbs. How eerie? Why is it they always do...that? D thought to himself. Perhaps he'll ask the raven-haired martial artist, she should know about this phenomenon. Right?

The hunter began re-sheathing his blade as he felt Tifa bump him out of rumination. Her playfulness elicited a small smile from his usual aloof nature--he could appreciate having a companion that not only accepts him but could also hold their own against seemingly powerful foes.

D didn't have to worry as much with a regular human.

"Yes, it was. You'll have to tell me more about that fighting style of yours, I don't see that often. Also, why do these monsters turn into green orbs after death? Are those their spirits?"

[holyguardian]

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alias / name : Muddy, real name is Kristy but a lot of people from my work place(s) (it happened at two places) call me Krissie due to hearing whoopsies in aged care (now I'm oddly attached to my wrong name bc only the people I get really attached to end up calling me that??) birthday : May 20 BC zodiac sign : Taurus height : 165cm hobbies : Creative writing, cooking, playing videogames, consuming spookums horror media or occasionally true crime, listening to podcasts like Distractable, watching youtube (Ask A Mortician, Charlotte Dobre, Gab Smolders and Watcher are a few faves), trying to get more into gardening / learning artwork. favourite colour : My answer usually changes, at the moment deep greens! favourite book : Obv a cookbook RecipeTin Eats: Dinner by Nagi Maehashi but also a recent fave is Episode 13 by Craig DiLouie last film / show : I watched Damsel on Netflix and it was the right amount of easy watch and trashy to switch my brain off for a bit, and a dear friend asked about watching their fave anime which we finished today (I forgot the name, I'm plagued with horrid memory but they did all the streaming) recent reads : Astrophysics for People in a Hurry by Neil deGrasse Tyson (still reading) inspiration : If I consume a piece of media there's a good chance I'm going to chew it up and spit it back out with my own ideas. My close friends are a massive inspiration too, whatever brain gremlins they have usually end up infecting me. Also the mood setting stuff, like listening to certain music can set the tone for what I'll feel like writing later, or if I'm hyperfocused on something (eg. at the moment it's nail polish) I'll think about how a certain character might relate to that. I literally painted my nails black with holo glitter because I thought my OC would wear her nails like this. story behind url : Aerith's white materia summons the ultimate white magic, Holy. She's the guardian of the white materia, which she keeps hidden in her hair ribbon. Holy Guardian. I toyed with changing her URL to being oearth because she has such a close tie with the earth being a gardener, and being in tune with the planet, plus if you squint it kind of looks like I jumbled her name around (Ifalna's name is a transliteration of "final" and Aerith's was supposed to be a near-anagram of "earth") BUT I'M TOO ATTACHED TO CHANGE IT. fun fact about me : My blood type is O negative yeehaw.

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[kunselxsoldier]

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alias / name : I don't really have an alias, my own personal blog is @kisarastrife if that counts, but only if you enjoy my own personal ramblings and YuGiOh! fangirling. :) I also have a handful of FFXV muses and two Far Cry 5 ones too.

birthday : October 15th BC

zodiac sign : Libra

height : 163cm (Just slightly under 5'4" for others who use this scale)

hobbies : Writing, cooking, playing my Playstation, small bit of reading and a lot of baking cakes and crocheting.

favourite colour : Red, childhood constant.

favourite book : This will sound soooooo odd. But I read a book called 'Fire Bringer' when I was about 9 or 10, which was based in what I believe was Scottish mythology (and I adhered to that, being Irish) and it had a deer fawn born with a prophesised birth mark and was very interesting. I believe the author was David Clement-Davies. I still adore this book a lifetime later.

* Also I adore the trilogy by Marita Conlon-McKenna (Irish Author) which chronologies An Gorta Mór (the Great Famine) in her books Under The Hawthorn Tree, Wildflower Girl and Fields of Home. Brilliant short stories which pinpoint a time in our history through the lens of children. I read them as a 8 or 9 year old and still consider them very treasured reads.

last film / show : Last show was Avatar: The Last Airbender (live action) and Shogun. I have to finish Avatar yet, but I adore the animated series and I like the live action series so far, so I'll have good thing to say. As for Shogun, I came in arse-ways and watched the 5th episode first (because my dad watched all the rest and both of us were drinking together and he put it on ... anyway, I ate, no crumbs.). Looooving it so far. Need to do my retro-watching of the previous episodes. Cosmo Jarvis is giving me Jax Teller vibes for some reason and I can't pinpoint it.

recent reads : Ooooooh, such a changeable topic. At the moment, I'm adoring the author 'Tom Marcus' - a former British intelligence agent publishing under a pseudonym. Fantastic author who plops you right into the action and faultlessly explains usable aspects of spycraft and response/operational tactics. Really puts you into the mindset of an operational agent with this kind of burden and assignment.

*Very good read for anyone interested in the Turk aspect of FFVII .. just FYI. And the author is an absolute polite gentleman on Insta.

inspiration : I don't really know. I have a terrible habit of picking up muses which are overlooked by their own creators/developers and I fucking adore them. I loved Kunsel the first time I saw him back when I was 14 (many moons ago) and he had no voice and just him with his helmet, then fell back in love with him the millisecond that security trooper mentioned his name in Remake. But 99% of my muses are NPCs or side-characters with very little input such as Kunsel [FFVII], Shotgun[female Turk] FFVII, Dave Auburnbrie [FFXV], Petra Fortis [FFXV], Nyx's mam [FFXV], Carmina Rye [FC5], Eli Palmer [FC5] and a few others - anyone want to interact, just holler at me!!!!!!

story behind url : His name is Kunsel and he's a SOLDIER. I don't like using '-' so I used 'x' instead. Simple is as simple does. :)

fun fact about me : I am an identical twin and I'm lucky enough that my twin sis also writes RP, she can be found at @proxnotxaxfool or @exiled-turk

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[a-vctlan]

[ TEXT ] - please just call me back. for cloud — @lockhartred

He sleeps fitfully, but he sleeps.

Alone, miles from Edge, a single room rented for the night, little more than a stranger to those that passed him by, he yearned for human connection but ran from those that truly knew him.

This would have to be enough, these curious glances and judgemental stares, always from a distance, always cautious, because he wasn't the Cloud that AVALANCHE knew, not anymore. For everything they faced together, now he alone was wasting away and he felt… was it fear? Was it rage? Bitterness coated him from the inside out, his presence was unpalatable, bordering on toxic.

How could he face them, when he could barely face himself?

Once already he'd faced certain doom, and he fought against it tooth and nail, he'd won, and he'd saved the planet… so why did he have to do it again? Hadn't he done enough? How much of his life would be torn from his hands?

It was easier to run than to accept fate. It was easier to let the phone ring. It was easier to believe they'd be better off without worrying about him.

But that was the thing, wasn't it? The phone never stopped ringing, the messages never stopped coming. They were worried about him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it, their care earned from his previous growth, the trust they put in each other once.

He is lying on the stiff inn mattress staring at the ceiling when his PHS beeps again, having let it ring with no answer minutes prior, anxiety settling in his chest with every second that passed. He was just making things worse, and part of him knew that.

But he saw no other way to trash and fight in this situation, no other way to rebel than to bite at the hands that reached out for him. The Geostigma had no one true form that he could defeat, there was no one evil to blame for it: it just was. And he was just dying.

With a shaking, wounded arm he reaches for it, a self-punishment felt in the twinge of pain that crept up his shoulder as he sat up, trying to swallow down his fluttering heartbeat as he hesitated upon seeing who it was. Guilt, then anger, then guilt, it was a cycle that threatened to eat him from the inside out before the sickness could.

And he sits there, a minute in silence, before finally flipping the handheld open in order to read her message.

[ TIFA L. ] please just call me back. [ READ ✓ ]

His thumb hovers over the call button. It's been days since they've spoken on his last pitstop to the bar. Worrying her like this achieved nothing…

But he doesn't call back.

[sentmail]

tension prompts | @lockhartred :

[moan] - Sender accidentally / on purpose moans suggestively. + reverse and based on that video with the couple exercising :3

Sparring match done, all that was left was to cool down and relax, stretch the tension of a well matched fight out of their limbs… though the mood itself was already lightened by the idle banter they were entertaining.

Kunsel had a lot of things to say on a lot of subjects, it seemed, and what appeared to be a never ending well of inconsequential gossip about people their of them really cared about, but had fun talking about… even if Tifa argued she wasn't one for gossip.

And he kept talking when they switched, with her helping him stretch, working his hip flexors until — "Ai~"

The response is an immediate slap to his meaty thigh as she loses it, calling his name in what could be passed as a scolding tone while he's too busy breaking into a cackle.

"What?! It's tight!" He didn't have to make it sound like that, though, did he?

[firxga]

Maybe he told her in passing, or perhaps she was a good enough sleuth to find out on her own, though it seems more likely the former, but she’s been eager to test out her baking skills and a tiny cake had been the perfect idea.

When Tifa had seen a red glazed cake with a galaxy pattern on it, she knew she had to make an attempt. The ingredients, at least most of them, were readily available and what she already had on hand, but the less than perfect results outnumbered the successes. At least nothing went to waste and when someone asked if this was her adding to the Seventh Heaven menu, she just said yes.

Although not a galaxy or spatial motif, the glaze settled perfectly on the small round cake that was then decorated with buttercream frosting roses she had painstakingly learned to make. Her strive for perfection would mean more struggles but Tifa felt it was worth it.

And, in the centre of the cake, sat a dark maroon ribbon with the words, Happy Birthday, written in a cursive font made with some chocolate glaze.

She places the cake in front of him and they’re alone in the now closed bar, deciding to take the night off as she had been eager to show off her hard work—but not before going around the slums and running the errands he had wanted to do.

“I’ll light a candle and you can blow it out, but not on the cake. I worked too hard on it to be punctured with holes and globs of wax.”

She disappears behind the bar and rummages through a drawer until she pulls out an unopened chocobo-shaped candle and lights it.

“Make a wish!”

Genesis entertained the thought of simply not showing up to Seventh Heaven as promised. He had a selfish streak within him, where promises were made to be bent or outright broken at whim — honestly, he'd prefer the brooding quiet.

It was just a date. Just numbers on a calender. But it was like his body remembered, because when this time of year passed on by he was flooded by memories of a past and of people that were long gone.

Though far be it from him to disappoint someone who had given him a chance. That must have been why he dragged himself out into the night.

Tifa was important, even if he hadn't fully admitted it to himself. If he didn't acknowledge it maybe it would pass on by, just like this date, just like his memories. He didn't particularly want to leave his heart unguarded. That opened the door to things like foolish thoughts and boyish smiles. If he learned one thing from his own sorry history, letting people in only led to him causing them great harm.

But how bad could it be, to sit at a bar for a little while?

Well.

Apparently he had underestimated more than how the night might play out. Not as much as he had underestimated Tifa's sleuthing abilities, Genesis had been all but certain her invitation was one to keep her company because she had new menu ideas bubbling away in that brilliantly busy mind of hers.

He was at a loss for words.

Genesis fucking Rhapsodos could not will himself to form words, a hum, any sound whatsoever to break the silence of the empty bar.

Tifa placed down the most beautiful cake he had ever set his eyes on, and it was a birthday cake to further add to the record-breaking silence from him. Then in an off-handed comment she revealed she made it all herself. For him.

His eyes only lifted away from the cake to witness another heart-touching gesture take form as she lit a fresh candle for him. For him.

He must have looked like a complete ass, just sitting there, the wax already dangerously close to dripping over her fingers and the countertop.

Finally he exhaled, the breath heavy enough to make the flame shudder, but not extinguish. It was his first audible reaction. He blinked and a tear streaked down his cheek. How long his eyes had been welling up, he was unaware, completely numb to the sensation. He blinked again and another couple tears dripped, along with some of the wax.

Genesis blew out the candle with a sharp breath, fingers delicately plucking the intensely yellow candle to set it aside. Then he pushed up from his bar stool to drag Tifa into a hug. Drag being the optimal word, given how he pulled her upwards in his embrace, his face shoved almost childishly to the curve of her shoulder.

"... thankyou." he whispered, unfortunately proving he hadn't lost the ability to speak.

His hug eased slowly, his hand hopelessly mopped some of the wet from his face when he fully eased back. A sniff and the corner of his lips twitched up in a lopsided smile that suited the messiness of his mood. "I couldn't possibly wish for more."

Because just like that, Tifa had given him something that he could never have requested. He had a new memory. One that could sparkle and outshine the others to a degree he didn't think possible.

[makoblue]

“—Oh no you don’t!”

It happens all so fast that she is barely able to catch them, the few remaining goons of the Don’s, making away with their belongings. They were tagged-teamed, two being the distractions while the other three swept in as silently as they could to swipe their stuff.

Tifa, having had enough of this—especially when it concerned Don Corneo and anyone associated with him—was not about to let this ruin her day.

This was supposed to be a vacation—a much needed vacation—and she was going to have none of it.

“C’mon, Cloud! They’re getting away!”

She’s already started to sprint ahead, bypassing the two that were meant to distract them but noticed that Cloud was not following behind. Their bags did not consist of much but anything gained on the Don’s behalf was not going to sit well with her. Whirling around, she sees Cloud face planted in the sand and an immediate dread washes over her, followed by anger as she charges back to him and makes quick work of the goons.

Gaia help anyone who gets in the way of one Tifa Lockhart when she is angry.

A succession of punches and kicks put them in their place as they are knocked unconscious and tossed aside. Anyone surveying the beach will inform some kind of security to detain them—maybe even agents of the WRO will get involved if need be. Corneo had, at one point, been working with Heidegger to smoke out Avalanche from the Sector 7 slums, so if this was tied to anything that would require Reeve’s notice, she’s certain action would be swift.

Tifa rushes to Cloud’s side, an elixir at the ready. She grabs the back of his shirt and tugs him up with one arm, hauling him to his feet.

She’d held onto him and the Buster Sword, dangling off a building many, many, many feet above, so this was hardly an effort.

“You okay?” She hands him the elixir when she’s assured there isn’t any lasting damage. Her heart is still hammering away in her chest like a rabbit but she feels more grounded now knowing he’s alright.

“If I chase after them now, I can probably catch up to them,” she says while looking back in the direction the other three had run off to before turning back to look at Cloud.

“Unngh…” Cloud moans through the mound of sand his face is presently buried in. All his limbs feel like they’re made of lead jelly. Boneless, heavy, impossible to lift. Does he even have bones? His brain might more closely resemble a bowl of soup. 

Urgency. He must attempt to move with urgency. 

Thumps, thuds, and winded groans fill the air as Tifa strikes their opponents with expert precision and still, Cloud cannot seem to convince his body to follow his instructions. 

Relief washes over him when he can feel the ocean breeze squeeze in the gap between his shirt and the sand until he realizes the only reason any of that is happening is because Tifa has personally grabbed him by the back of his shirt and handily lifted him off the ground with one arm and not because he has managed to get off the ground on his own power.

“I think thomebody druh my drink,” he slurs, turning an unpleasant shade of green owing to the journey from horizontal to vertical. For Planet’s sake, he knows there are still grains of sand sticking to his face and he probably looks like a complete idiot in front of Tifa. He’s too embarrassed at his own uselessness to even be impressed. Those assholes are getting away with the rest of their gear, and he can’t even properly stand or wipe the sand off his own damn face. 

Costa del Sol, epitome of leisure and relaxation his ass.

Later, when he doesn’t feel about thirty seconds away from puking up his guts, he’ll have to show his appreciation for Tifa properly. With clumsy fingers, Cloud manages to unscrew the cap and messily tip the container’s contents down his throat. 

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” Cloud waves her on with a shake of his head. He’s starting to sound more human, at least. If they wait any longer, there’s no guarantee that they’ll be able to reclaim their belongings. He doesn’t doubt Tifa for a second. Not with all the thugs curled up on the steps and crawling across the cobblestone. “Need to metabolize the elixir. One minute, tops. You got this, I’ll be right behind you.”   

[galahdborn]

☆ @lockhartred ☆

Nyx had been sent on a mission to the slums to take care of some beasts after days of urging. The request had come in some days ago, but the higher ups had apparently disregarded it in favour of more 'important' things.

When Nyx finally arrived, however, it was to the sound of fighting in the distance. Following the sound, quite curious, he came upon a sight he hadn't expected. It was the end of the fight, that much was clear when the woman delivered a kick to the beast and it didn't get up again.

"Well, I'll be damned. Seems like I wasn't needed after all," he offered, just so the woman was aware of his presence. He felt bad that he hadn't come earlier, but it was good to know that the people could take of themselves when it came down to it. Nyx knew that they didn't like SOLDIERS below plate, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to help them out.

"Where did you learn to fight like that? I don't recognise the style," and he had seen his share of things by now.

[millionsnife]

verse drop;; ff7/trigun fusion; building this verse with @lockhartred

important notes. readmore for length:

gunsmoke doesn't happen; instead the SEEDS ships land on the planet gaia. knives and vash are born roughly a year before the coordinates are chosen and input into the pilot program. they're roughly 2 years old when the ships land on gaia.

humanity begins colonizing the planet.

monsters are discovered, and in an effort to combat them and survive on their new home, experiments splicing plant dna into human dna begin using adult volunteers. success rates are high and the experiments are considered a success. there's now a mix of pure humans and cetra; cetra is the name they give the human-plant hybrids.

rem, wanting to be closer to her sons and understand them and their needs as plants better, also volunteers for the experiments. (unknown to anyone, a virus in space managed to infect one of the plants on board. at this time, the virus only affects plants. the plant rem's spliced dna comes from is an infected plant. this becomes the first strain of the newly named geostigma when it's discovered, but it is assumed they caught and eradicated the disease before it was a problem, not knowing.)

at some point within the next couple years, vash and knives get older and start exploring this new world at rem's side. they wander north, and something or other happens. rem, in an effort to protect the twins, loses control of the new powers she's gained as a plant hybrid and there's some sort of explosion or such. it's never clear even when they tell people what happened; regardless, the north crater results from the accident, and rem is sealed within an icy cavern below ground.

knives and vash are the ones to create the cetra of the watch; the intention for this is that when rem finally reawakens again, someone will always be there and ready to help her rejoin the world. the twins themselves resume traveling and living among humans, both to occupy their time and bc they think rem would prefer them to live their lives instead of sitting around waiting for her. most plants somehow end up in the crater via unknown (to everyone else) means.

time passes. cetra dwindle and only pure humans remain, somewhere along the way the history gets warped. rem's existence in the cavern gets forgotten by all but the remaining watch and even their stories somehow warp and shift so that they believe they're guarding against a calamity from the sky, instead of being there as guardians meant to protect and eventually reintroduce rem.

shinra finds rem eventually; gast renames her jenova, unknowing of what he's truly found and experiments begin. by this point, the infection of the original virus in combination of time and weather have degraded rem horribly; what's left is not the mother the twins knew, and at this point the twins begin to come in conflict on what to do about the situation. shinra also finds the plants and begins using them in ways they should not lmao

"Reunion" is not what hojo believes it to be, whatever the hell that is; "reunion" is just the plant dna trying to bring their new hosts into the higher plane/add them to the network of the collective plant consciousness. hojo's meddling has also fucked around and found out a lot of problematic ways, and rem/jenova's a little bit mad.

vash wants to cooperate with humans the way they always have, convinced they can work together to fix the rem problem and bring her back to the mother they remember. knives, after centuries of wandering, has grown a bit jaded by humanity and is all for letting rem/jenova just kill off humanity and leave him, vash and plants as the remaining survivors.

he's not actively killing anyone but knives is totally down for letting jenova just do the thing. vash is the one who firmly believes (and is right!) that what's left of rem's mind would be horrified of everything she's doing. he eventually convinces knives to work with avalanche to remove shinra as the problem they are and save the other plants, without killing everyone else off.

and the last point is where the threads take place; during the ff7 game timeline, as well as post

[vxmpirehunterd]

What does your blood taste like?

salsa roja your blood tastes like salsa roja, a hot sauce made primarily from tomatoes and chili. prominent flavors: fiery garlic (ouch!) and piquant cilantro.

"I'm not surprised. I can adjust the taste and state of my blood to make it poisonous to my enemies. Also, my favorite drink is called Salsa Booze which I can drink by the keg, that's probably why the spicyness is there.

Stolen from: @vilestblood

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[steeleidolon]

H ─ Humour. Are they the kind to share a laugh during sex ?  Has something funny already happened to them ( breaking the bed, one of them falling off the couch, funny noises, etc… ) ?

Sexy ABC List Prompt

It can be super serious hot and heavy, passionate as anything, an expression of abject lust and longing, but at the end of the day...

Sex is silly. It is.

Accidentally, like slipping on lube, for instance. Faceplanting on chests, backs, or butts, or falling, flailing, with or without unintentional dick slaps. Deliberately, like blowing zertberts and making funny noises or play-bite growling shaking.

Laughter is great. It feels good, and ultimately it’s way more fun to not take yourself too seriously.