#said in a dramatic tone

[ask-a-bartender]

Are you silly?

" 'M a grown ass man. Yes I'm silly. Th' silliest, even."

OOC:

Also....

THE ASK BOX IS TEMPRORAILY CLOSED. We will open it up again when Mod Star and I make a dent in the 22 💀

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[ghost-proofbaby]

no one realizes i’m going to see corroded coffin live tonight

[catboy-sephiroth]

Back in March, @prismaticpichu briefly described a scene she was writing to me - roughly 2 sentence summary - and I was so inspired by what she was telling me I decided to do my own take on it. Ordinarily, that'd be where it ends. I was reminded of it recently, though, and I figure this blog is as good a place as any to share. (I did also ask her first just in case ^^)

I present to you: ouch! owie! it's Zack (degradation edition)

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"Angeal's dead, because of you. Do you know that?"

So much anger and poison lay in Zack's tone. The wound still on his shoulder, the grey starting to speck into his hair, The tension in his frame, the sword drawn - their comparatively calm woodland surroundings only lent a sense of dissonance. A sense this shouldn't really be happening.

Sephiroth had thought there was a mutual understanding, about Angeal, that death was not the plan. But then, they'd never really spoken about that mission, and here they were again. If he couldn't save them last time, he shouldn't have held onto hope this time, either.

Sephiroth had a sickening feeling, the longer he lived, that his choices were never going to matter.

"Zack, we don't have to do this," he still said, barely holding back the boiling feeling.

"You didn't have to, either," Zack spat.

Clear as day - Zack stood ready with Buster, only awaiting the moment Sephiroth drew his own sword.

Whether he turned against Zack or Shinra, what was left for him? How could he return to Shinra with blood on his hands and work for them as if nothing had changed, and they would chew on his will until nothing was left? But could he turn away from Shinra, either, who would clutch onto him 'til the last?

Quietly, he assumed his stance with Masamune, his heart and mind running through all the possibilities - to see what he could still salvage from the crumbling form, the inevitable death of yet another friend.

"Your move," Sephiroth said, because for what it was worth, damned if he was going to be the instigator.

His grip tightened around Masamune, finally deciding his path. This was going to be precise. Luckily, he had spent his whole living memory being precise.

"I get it," Zack growled, charging. "Even now, you're still putting it all on me!"

Even through the sting, Sephiroth didn't falter. He ducked beside a diagonal swing and went in for a grab around the waist.

Zack's reaction was immediate, flailing to escape before his rotting mind could catch up. And Zack was damn strong - but Sephiroth could not let go.

"Get off -"

"I'm not going to fight you!"

Zack finally slowed down. Took a deep breath. Sunk into the hug, recognising it for what it was.

"Damn it... We made a promise, didn't we, and now look what's happened..."

Sephiroth listened, quietly. To his words. To his racing heartbeat.

"I went and screwed it up again. I- you sent me, but it was me who did it, every time, this time too -"

"Zack, stop."

"It's going to keep getting worse," Zack sniffled. "Should just put me out of my damn misery already-"

"Zack!" Sephiroth loosened to look at him directly. "I will not. This entire time, haven't I been trying to avoid it? Hurting my loved ones?"

Zack blinked his teary eyes. Finally, he threw his arms back around Sephiroth. But he whispered:

"Sometimes not doing it hurts more."

And Sephiroth understood. He understood the horrible web they were caught in, where any action would disturb every thread, would call the hungry spider closer.

And he held back the words: I love you.

Because such a comfort was only the twist of a knife.

[knightinsourarmor]

ooc. I had 2,5 weeks off work and didn't write more than 1-3 responses. I'm the worst rper out there. Just gonne hide in a hole.

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

ranting about niche things in my own tags so i can come back to them at a later point and see if my opinions have changed (i was in a crowded area for longer than i wanted to today and need to get over my hater energy)

[winepresswrath]

since I got sick I've been watching way more tv than usual and in conclusion if I ever come across a Korean puppet king listening to his courtiers wailing JEOnHHHHa no don't do it JEOnHHHHHA please calm down JEONHHHHHHa and he responds by poisoning his entire court and letting the revolution come explicitly not for any principled reason but just to make them stop I will pledge my fealty through the tv screen I will transmigrate to serve him and die by his side that's my guy!! my man, right or wrong. he can put his son in a box, as a treat.

[sanguinewolves]

& now im crying. great.

[windor-truffle]

This blog is the altar where I worship my false idol (the version of Graces that lives in my head)

[u3pxx]

den, i'm sorry to say your art looks like you were once into Be More Chill or Dear Evan Hansen...

rj ...... 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 unfortunately you are correct head in my gotdamn hands wheezes

[todayisafridaynight]

THE MOLE SONG!!!!!!!!! PLEASE ENJOY I AM SO EXCITED TO TALK (ALWAYS AM BUT!!!!!)

HEY I SAVED OFF ON ANSWERING THIS UNTIL I FINISHED THE MOVIE AND IN THE SHORTEST REVIEW POSSIBLE

THAT WAS DEFINITELY A MOVIE™️

[whoredmode]

what do y’all think the fake early 2000s saints row cartoon would be about

i said before i based the art style off of more chill, slice-of-life adult cartoons from that era, so i’d always kinda imagined it as one of those. ignoring the fact my very first post in that style had redraws of two very intense scenes😭 as i work on this more and more (along with reanimating the lightbulb scene) i was like. yeah i really would like to see a show with all these characters just hanging out in stilwater (with the occasional visit into steelport ofc).

[quantumofawesome]

Oh, thank God I have a MAN around the house! Otherwise I'd have to... eat all of this potassium citrate BY MYSELF!!!

[getindumdums]

87 is also pretty monotone. Except for the times he goes into a philosophical rant about their existence and place in society. And bluffing. He’s good at bluffing towards villains.

i cant believe ive completely forgotten to post my dontello’s cant vocal tones graphics

ft. my completely accidentally movie vs show split

theyre all not good at both but some are worse at certain aspects over others. except for true neutral 07 who is just The Struggler. true neutral equally shitty at both

and some additional clarifying memes as well

[chained-jones-fn]

Na nana nana... Nanana nanana! Na nana, nananana na na nana!

Translation for Jonesy: Your greatest flaw is... You're not a banana! That's ok, we cant all be perfection!

@peely-of-the-na

Being a banana is a very important thing and not everyone can achieve it. I honestly am better at being a Jones. I'm not perfect enough for the potassium power!

[screampied]

toji realizes he’s in love with you when he lets you shave his face for the first time,

he’s got the biggest grump of a scowl plastered on his naturally crooked lips. as he’s glowering, he’s also trying to prevent himself from smiling because you looked so cute. your touch with him was gentle—like it always was. after you wiped his face with a dampened face towel, you rub your hands against the lower part of his jaw. “soooo,” you utter, breaking the dead silence as he’s just peering down at you. “tell me ‘bout your day, toji.”

with the palms of your hands tenderly caressing against his chiseled jawline—you smear every part of his chin and cheekbones with shaving cream. even the secluded areas underneath his nose. as you do so, toji tchs. “day was fine, baby. ‘n i told ya i can shave myself.”

“i know i know,” you hum, creating a circular motion with your hands before gently making sure every sector near the lower part of his face was lathered with nice frothy amounts of shaving cream. “wowww, you’ve got such soft skin. skin routine when?”

“ugh, y’er insufferable,” he rolls his eyes. although, his skin was surprisingly clear. toji only had a bit of a stubble, hardly any facial hair but it was growing the more he aged. you took it upon yourself to ask to help him shave and he said yes, not realizing how much he’d soon grow to like it. the feeling of your delicate, warm hands rubbing against his face was somewhat . . soothing. with a deep, heaving sigh, toji’s hooded jade eyes meet yours. he spots your pout and his shoulders lower. “alright fine, i’ll teach you one day. only if ya stop poutin'..”

with a cheeky grin, your little pout falters and you smile. “okay,” and you wait for about a good three minutes to allow the spumous cream to souse everywhere on his pores. it takes a while—and as you wait, you take a moment to stare at his features. toji was definitely easy on the eyes up close. naturally long black lashes of his flicker as he returns your loving gaze, and he avoids eye contact for a moment. perhaps you were making him a bit . . nervous. darkened eyebrows of his arch into an almost sheepish raise while he watches your adorable curious simper stretch further. “don’t be so stiff, what are you, nervous?”

“not nervous. jus’ don’t want ya to cut my face off.” he grumbles in a hoarse tone, ogling intently at you opening the bathroom cabinet for his razor. “you know what y’er doin’ right? i’d like ‘ta keep my face.”

“oh, don’t be dramatic,” and now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. toji’s got a growing smirk tugging against his lips as he gawks you carefully start to shave in the exact sectors of where his facial hair resides. you did lots and lots of research—he knew this because he caught you reading various wikiHow articles on how to shave a guy’s face correctly. toji would never in a million years tell you, but he found that fact entirely adorable. you made sure you knew how to avoid burns and razor bumps. as you’re fixated on his chin, you mumble, “you’ll keep your pretty face, don’t cry.”

“aw, think ‘m pretty?” toji says, and you see the playful glint in his eyes. he’s easing up a bit, and he acknowledges that you were right. right about his stiffness, he was a bit tense. shoulders raised and all, but now—as of late, he’s starting to calm down a bit the more you talk to him. “i’d prefer the term 'handsome' but that works too, i guess.”

you deadpan, continuing your trail against his face—the razor sings out a shrieking tiiiing the more you gingerly shave with soft, gentle strokes.

it’s somewhat relaxing with the way the edges of the instrument adapts to the chiseled contours on his face. the foam starts to come off within each downward stroke and you’re very slow and precise. “okay, don’t be cocky,” you titter, and he feels his heart flutter a bit at how you’re just so dedicated. you’re so focused that your tongue briefly sticks out of your mouth, trying to make sure you do it perfectly. you tried your hardest not to cut him—you were so careful and that simple detail alone could have been enough for him to propose. “you should let me do this more. ‘s kinda fun.”

“eh. maybe,” toji shrugs, his voice coming out in a rough rasp. he doesn’t even realize it but his expressions significantly soften. he was only this way around you. to him, the thought of that was kind of scary. after you start to edge with the precision trimmer and reach underneath his nose and chin, you wrap it up. successfully discarding all of the foamy cream from his face, spotting his now clean jawline, you break away to rinse off the now grubby blades in the sink. “all done?”

“wait— don’t look yet,” you gasp, preventing him from gazing at himself in the mirror. “i still have to do the uh . . what’s it called again?”

toji snickers. “aftershave, baby.”

“aftershave,” you repeat. “right right,” and you’re so cute, kneeling down towards the wooden cabinet directly underneath the sink. you take out the mini bottle, pouring a nice goopy amount into your palm. you let toji wash his face with cold water first, patting it dry, and then you start to bedaub the facial balm in all the sensitive areas against his skin. he adores the mushy texture of your hands making contact with his face as each second passes. toji’s eyeing you, an almost grunt leaving his lips as a thumb of yours gently tickles against his infamous scar. the scar that slants itself near the right side of his lip. “thereee we go,” you give him a soft smile, the aromatic scent of tea tree oil setting against your nostrils. up close, his pores were now all so clear and you stare in awe for a bit at just how charming he was. the moisture that lays against his skin feels a lot more smooth. you grow silent for a moment before your own face softens. “okayyy, ‘m done.”

toji finally glances into the mirror, seeing his freshly new spotless face and he sees your proud toothy grin in the mirror’s reflection behind him. he cranes his neck to the side, feeling the once rough texture of his jawline now soft. he then lets off a tiny exhale. “looks good. y’er a natural,” and he turns to face you, he’s pondering on what to say. oh, your eyes sparkled with such admiration from his praise that it was just adorable. “thank you, sweetheart. for y’know . . takin’ care of me. y’er really . . sweet.”

and with that, his lips inch down to press a warm kiss against the crown of your head. your heart immediately swarms up with a frantic school of butterflies and so does his. toji prepares speak again and it’s an almost inaudible mumble. you could barely even register what he said at first because it was so hushed, but toji gruffs in a low tone. “i … love you..”

“h- huh?”

scoffing, he hides the burning embarrassed flush against his face by pulling you into his broad chest. you giggle at how he just abruptly snatches you close into his warm body before he slings a beefy arm around you. “i said, let’s uh.. do our skin care together later t’night.”

“awww i love you too toj—”

“oh my god, s-shut up..”

[thnksfrthmmrs]

i feel like people take me too seriously when i’m not trying to be serious and not seriously enough when i am. like am i that bad at expressing myself