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[vel17]

[mewcrew]

hey guys! Im officially moved into my new apartment so now its time to deal with the chaos of unpacking and cleaning the place and setting stuff up. Expect delayed respones/art while I settle in : 0 ! 

[calamitysshatteredson]

Imagine this: Hojo secretly runs a fanclub of Sephiroth and shares some private details in a very unsophisticated manner, going as far as talking passionately about how good Sephiroth's hair smells.

And Sephiroth finds out it's Hojo writing all that

...So. The whole Silver Elite/Chairwoman H thing in Crisis Core comes off as... so incredibly creepy and awful (more so over time, haaa), but this... immediately became ridiculous crack in my mind. Sometimes you gotta let crack!Hojo out of his reinforced prison cell for a few minutes, okay.

"Hojo."

The man did not fumble with the glasswear he was oh so carefully dropping a certain amount of technically forbidden, questionably legal, certainly not moral liquids into. Sephiroth's presence had already been announced by the series of steel doors kicked off their hinges on the way there. He didn't bother to turn around before insisting, "You could have texted."

"I broke the phone." The response was a low growl, followed by something dropped in front of the scientist-- Ah, yes. That pile of sparkling plastic and glass had been a phone once. "This... fan club, what is this?"

"What is what?" Hojo responded innocently enough, putting his bare thumb over one of the slender test tubes and shaking the liquid to a froth before putting it back carefully. "All of the Firsts have fan clubs."

Sephiroth loomed over the feeble man to point at the broken phone screen. "None of the others have lengthy descriptions of what their hair smells like."

"None of the others have such dedicated chairpersons." Hojo sniffed, shaking a second test tube and making a small noise of disappointment when nothing frothed.

The SOLDIER finally physically turned Hojo around in his swiveling chair, looking ferocious. "No one should know what shampoo we use or exactly what it smells like."

"You use Shinra products. The scents are clearly labeled. If anything, it's just a product placement done as only a genius can do it." The scientist perfectly reasoned with a little flourish of his fingers... which were starting to turn neon blue.

Sephiroth took a moment to collect himself. A few breaths. Trying not to think about how easy it would be to just snap that tiny twig of a nec-- "So you're admitting to writing this?

"I admit to nothing." Hojo huffed, turning himself back around to continue his work.

He could be drop-kicked. He'd go flying in such a satisfying arc... "But--"

"Nope, no admissions." Hojo reassured loudly, shaking another tube. The result was a neon purple thumb.

Sephiroth drew a deep, loud breath and decided it probably wasn't worth the physical violence. There were better ways to attack. Leaning in, he stated clearly, "Your grammar is atrocious and you mix tenses."

[royalbratprince]

@ardynzunia liked for a thing

“I don’t know, I just...”  He trailed off for a moment, thinking.  They’d really only just met recently; it felt too early for a heart to heart.  Or maybe that was just... silly.  Worrying about when that was appropriate or whatever.

Noctis decided to stumble ahead, hoping he didn’t say something incredibly dumb and wind up regretting it.  “My best friend isn’t a part of any lord’s houses or wealthy families or anything, either.  He calls himself a commoner, and it’s funny, but I... know he struggles, sometimes.  Feeling out of place with all the ‘royal stuff’ and overwhelmed by security clearances and Glaives knowing his name, even.  But it’s kinda... weird and too much for me too sometimes, so... I get it.”

After a long moment’s thoughtful consideration, he added, “Kind of.  As much as I can get it, anyway.  Sorry if it sucks a lot.”

[wndrcarol]

Hi guys! I know today is meant to be another blurb night but I’m going to skip this week’s blurb night.

I genuinely think I need to take time from socials this weekend to sorta regroup as I just finished a long semester and I don’t want to burn out or rush writing any blurbs and prompts when I want to give it my all.

I hope you guys understand! I know some of you have expressed your excitement for blurb nights but I just think I should take the time to just relax a bit.

Much love x 💘

[lochnessies]

Take as much time as you need.

thank you nonnie 💕 i’ll try to be back in a few days. i just need some time to think but feel free to continue sending stuff in if y’all want. it will give me a distraction when i come back.

imma throw this under a read more since it could possibly be triggering.

a friend of mine committed suicide yesterday morning and i found out around noon. he was a really happy and mischievous guy, had a nice family, and had a really bright future ahead of him. there was no way to see it coming and it just doesn’t make sense.

we also used to work together so i was the one who had to break the news to our boss and she didn’t take the news well at all. it’s really upsetting to have to break the news of someone’s death. so yeah, his family is grieving, our co-workers, the church, and my family.

i’m not sure how to process this since i’ve never been in this situation. it just doesn’t feel real and i also feel terrible for everybody else who’s going through it.

[stonecoldmeme]

[From here, and what with the Tumblr formatting wishing to offend me personally.]

@sagefiredaggers:

Ignis tsks softly at Prompto, a tired not-quite-smile stretching his lips. He lifted his arm, crooked at the elbow, and offered it to Prompto, though he was turned slightly away from the blond.

“Take my arm, Prompto. Walk beside me and lead me around anything if necessary.. And–” he hesitated, but drew a breath and continued anyway, “I’d like it if you kept talking to me as we walk..”

Reaching for Ignis’ elbow with all the delicate care affording to something made of glass, the hesitation was clear but fleeting.  He wanted to help, needed to learn how to do everything he could, his hold on the taller man’s arm cycling back and forth between nervously tight and almost too loose before some middle ground was settled upon.  For the moment.

“Got ya.”  Prompto assured, sounding a little more confident than he felt.  Being invited to talk was new and different (and weird and concerning, but he tried pushing those thoughts down as far as they would go until they left him alone).  “Well, it’s… a pretty nice day.  Bet you can hear a couple of birds out there, and--”  Stopping his speech abruptly, the blond ever so gently tried to maneuver Ignis in a wide arc around something.  “Bug.”  He explained, tone a bit more grave than it had any right to be, even while speaking of insects.

[goldendivinewrath]

@eventheodds [From here for... reasons..?]

He tries not to let himself feel overwhelmed. He tries harder and far more often to keep himself hopeful, positive no matter the circumstances, but sometimes--

He can't use the phrase "only human", obviously. Wouldn't think to try. But sometimes there are moments, and he hates it when anyone else is there to witness them. Like that's an extra mistake he's made. It's temporary, he knows, and it's Meryl, and it's... okay. Mostly okay.

It's uncomfortable, though. The heat along with the adrenaline that has yet to fully let go. Vash isn't usually all that affected by temperature, really, but it's all circumstance. He can survive longer, under harsher conditions, but that doesn't mean it's pleasant.

Complaints feel petty at best when Meryl directs them to somewhere cooler. She's the one he ought to worry for, not himself. It's got nothing to do with strength or capability; water supplies running low and the fact that even when the heat of the day does finally give way to night, the temperature will drop dramatically and it all matters more with humans. It matters more with her, even if he isn't prepared to admit that to himself in full.

He's ready to refuse the water until he notices the dryness in his own throat, electing to take a sip instead. Just in case. Prepare for the worst while hoping for the best, right? "We got out alive." He agrees, internalizes, careful to enunciate the words while keeping his voice soft. There's no point in aggravating his throat, after all, but he reaches for Meryl the moment she starts coughing miserably.

Vash's hand lingers in the air, not quite connecting. Not quite pulling back, either. There's little to do but rest a bit, to wait and keep going in turns. He's used to this. He wishes she weren't getting to be about the same, if she's not there already.

Making a decision with a little frown, his organic hand finally rests gently on her shoulder. Comfort, assurance. Acknowledgement. No more talking. And, as usual, he's a hypocrite immediately. "A few minutes." His throat's still dry. It's still hot. There are still questions to answer, and he can feel the salt tear tracks dry and flake, otherwise unacknowledged.

They're still alive, and right next to each other. There's still a little water left, and a slight breeze. A little protection from the suns. He offers the water skin back, but his hand remains on Meryl's shoulder.

[vel17]

[calamitysshatteredson]

I have very much been gently shaking my brain trying to get The Concentration to Word Goodly but this is more or less what’s going on in the background instead.

...Also, if anyone hasn’t seen this yet, enjoy.  Let it wash over you.

[royalbratprince]

[From here, because finally response-words.]

@triggerxhappy​:

Prompto shook his head. Of course, he meant what he had said, but he didn’t want Noctis to be mad at him for having voiced his thoughts. It was true that he felt like a BURDEN to the others; he was always scared that they would become hurt while protecting him because he wasn’t careful enough.

“I’m sorry, buddy… But I still think that I’m not strong enough. I’m so scared about you guys, all the time, because of me…”

He got it; or he thought he did.  Maybe he never really would, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try.  “Prompto…  There’s nothing to apologize for, okay?”

Not that Noctis had the first clue how to make his best friend see what he saw,  “Even if it’s… even if you don’t believe it, I need you to hear me say it.  Alright?  You’re not a burden.  We’re all getting used to working together out here, and I know you’ve got catching up to do, but–”  Ugh, why were words so difficult?  “You belong here.  I promise.”

[wndrcarol]

No blurb night this week!

I am going to take this weekend to finish up on a few oneshot drafts I have that'll be queued up and posted next week (hopefully even this weekend!).

Will accept any #weekend thots that you guys have sorta in place for blurb night stuff!

I hope everyone is doing well and staying safe! x 💘😚

[stonecoldmeme]

[From here because reasons.]

@thespellweaver:

She hefts a sigh in relief when he picked up, that had rung a few too many times and she was afraid she’d squandered her call.

“Prompto?” She squealed out, “where are you?”

“Uh.”  It’s becoming increasingly clear that something is very wrong and that he needs to remember to breathe if he doesn’t want anxiety to cover him like a crashing wave.  “Close to Hammerhead right now...”

He braces himself as best he can, glancing around for Ignis.  he gets the feeling he’s going to need Ignis.  “Why?”

[goldendivinewrath]

@forgivenpunishment [From here.]

"I don't have any idea what you're talking about. The accusation." The offended sniff only makes the lie that much more obvious, sure, but he's not exactly trying that hard to hide anything. Mostly because he can't, but as he's already been caught then there's no reason not to have a little more fun with it. Subtle as he's trying to be, the fact that he's checking his own pockets is maybe a little too obvious to avoid seeing, nevermind that they all crinkle a little...

Okay, maybe he's lost count of how many suckers he'd actually taken. Or how long he's actually been collecting them (borrowing unannounced! not stealing!), because a quick bit of math in his head and a very slight shift to the side--

Yeah, more crinkling. Officially from every pocket. Offering Wolfwood the fakest of apologetic smiles, he backs up a step. A slightly loud step. "Ah, well. Are you sure you don't remember telling me to help myself..?"

There'd been no reason for him to start whatever silly game this is to begin with, really. A moment's amusement, something to do. There's no good reason for him to drag it out further, either, save the hope that he might pull a little more of that playfulness out of Wolfwood. Maybe even a laugh, and that's worth a risk.

[vel17]

[calamitysshatteredson]