#v: invidia

[runexxknight]

@poeticphoenix​ ♥’d for a starter!

Celes doesn’t TRUST Shinra at all anymore. She doesn’t know exactly when she realized how dangerous they were. They gave her her powers, her magic, but it won’t change the way she feels. She will betray them very soon, but she needs to do it at the right time, of course. If she doesn’t she’ll end up getting killed, which won’t help Midgar become a better place.

“You’re still reading ?” She asks Genesis. Their training has just ended, and his eyes are already on his book. “It’s always the same book, right ?” 

[dragoonxdive]

@ervaurem​ said: [FOOD] - sender sets something to eat down in front of receiver. ( from ignis! ofc i had to hehe :3 ) SIMPLE ACTIONS | ACCEPTING

There’s a huge smile on Aranea’s lips at the sight of the seafood. She has come to care for the prince and his friends much than she had first planned. It feels good right now, to just be with them at the campfire. She feels much more COMFORTABLE with them than with most people of Niflheim Empire.

“Thanks, Four-Eyes. You know, that’s my favorite food. You guessed well.” She admits, a playful smirk on her lips. 

[invidiatechdemo]

keep remembering the bit in kh1 where kairi's heart is like. actively conversing w/ sora in the one bit at merlin's house and commenting on how it reminds her of the secret place on destiny islands and a couple other scenes like that which imply that unlike the situation w/ ven and whatnot, Kairi is VERY much aware in kh1 when it comes to events, and remembering that bit makes the stuff with hoder near the end of dark road soooo much worse.

like. that quite possibly means hoder... SAW baldr kill vidar vali and vala.

baldr really asking 'why are you doing this' when he killed hoder's best friends literally right before xehanort and thus by extension hoder's eyes. bottom text.

specifically killing vidar, who hoder would have /also/ been witness to vidar's explanation of not wanting to kill baldr/not having it in him to do so, and seeing that get vidar killed. oh and she'd also have a front row seat to vor's death so like. i think with that context hoder's overall actions near the end of the sequence 100% make sense, especially with hoder faltering at one point horrified after pulling the keyblade, the part where she looks back at xehanort hesitating and /then/ tries to strike baldr down, etc etc.

'wasp you literally made a scene breakdown video of this not a month ago' yes, and that scene is STILL rattling around my damn brain.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Invidia

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x f!reader Warnings: Plot? I don't know her. Jealousy, dom/sub dynamics, slightly toxic relationship, alcohol consumption, light choking, spit kink, light bondage, P in V action, use of sex toys, overstimulation, degrading language, slight praise kink, implied oral (m receiving) Word count: ~1.7k

Summary: Aemond dishes out a punishment that won't soon be forgotten when his partner attempts to make him jealous. Based on this request.

Author's note: I don't have a tag list - please follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.

Her grip tightens around her martini glass, eyes narrowing, as jealousy bubbles acrid and bitter within her chest.

She watches as the dark haired woman grazes her perfectly manicured nails over Aemond’s bicep, red stained lips pulling back into a saccharine smile, revealing pearly white teeth. She knows the woman is drop dead gorgeous, but in her envious state she sees only a predatory threat to her relationship, her thoughts darkened and unkind with internalised misogyny.

Worse still is that Aemond appears to be doing nothing to stop her, he is allowing this woman to flirt shamelessly with him. While his mannerisms are impassive, not returning the woman’s touches or suggestive grins, she believes he should be making it explicitly clear he is unavailable.

She hadn’t even wanted to come this evening, she had been desperate for a quiet night in front of the TV, just her and Aemond. He’d insisted they go though; the opening night of Aegon’s new cocktail bar and he simply had to support his family. So she’d dolled herself up, allowed herself to be dragged along and how here he was making a mockery of her.

Two can play at that game.

She wants to make him feel every bit as jealous as she does, to remind him he isn’t the only desirable person in their relationship, and she knows just the person who will strike that blow hardest.

Scanning the crowd, she spots the man of the hour propping up the bar, tipping back tequila shots. 

Swallowing the remnants of her drink in a single gulp, she winces slightly as the combination of vodka and vermouth burns lightly in her throat, then heads over to where Aegon is standing.

“Hey, you,” She greets him in a sing-song voice, reaching out to brush her fingers against his forearm. “Love what you’ve done with the place!”

“Thanks,” He says with a smirk, his eyes traveling over her appreciatively, before nodding towards her glass. “Looks like you’re empty, shall I get you another?”

She knows that the music isn’t so loud that she can’t be heard by simply raising her voice a little, but she also knows that doing that won’t grant her the attention she so desperately seeks from Aemond. So, she leans in, her lips brushing against the shell of Aegon’s ear as she whispers to him.

“Oh, I would love one, thank you!”

Drawing back, she watches the bob of his throat with a satisfied smile, as he swallows thickly. She was having the desired effect on one brother, at least.

“You got it,” He tells her, his hand brushing hers as he relieves her of the empty glass and turns back towards the bar, holding up two fingers towards the bartender.

It’s then that she feels a firm but gentle grasp on her upper arm and turns to look up into the steely gaze of Aemond. The taut bun that his long, silver hair is pulled back into leaves his face unobscured, so the hardened lines of anger are unmistakable. While his left eye remains milky and lifeless, the fury that burns bright within the blue of his right more than makes up for its absence.

A shiver runs through her. Perhaps she has pushed this too far.

“We’re leaving,” He tells her flatly.

Her eyes widen as she tries to protest. “But Aegon’s just getting me a dri–”

“I wasn’t asking,” He shoots back, grabbing her hand and leading her through the crowded bar.

He is silent on the drive home. The hand that would usually rest against her thigh keeps a firm grasp of the steering wheel as he stares straight ahead. 

The tension inside the car is unbearable. She knows she’s in trouble. Her stomach flutters nervously, wondering what she can say to calm him down, but can come up with nothing that she doesn’t think will enrage him further, so she stays silent.

The moment they arrive home, he spins her around to face him, pressing her against the wall, causing her to gasp. His hand grasps lightly against her throat as he stares her down. Arousal pools warm between her thighs.

“Just what the fuck was that tonight?” He hisses lowly.

“I-I was just chatting to Aegon…” She stammers, gazing up at Aemond, doe-eyed.

“Oh, it looked like it was more than chatting, much more.”

“It wasn’t, I swear!” She whines, regretting ever having approached Aegon in the first place, but unable to shake the effect that Aemond’s display of dominance is having on her.

“Hm,” He raises his free hand towards her face, tugging at her bottom lip with his thumb. “Open.”

She opens her mouth, steeling herself for what’s to come, but still shivers when she feels him spit harshly onto her tongue. She swallows without having to be asked, inwardly delighted at the hum of approval that Aemond emits.

“Thought you could use something to accompany the filthy lies that are coming out of your mouth,” He mutters darkly, his grip on her throat tightening.

She whimpers as her resolve crumbles. “That woman was flirting with you!”

“Ah, there it is,” He smirks. “You behaved like a stupid, little slut with my brother because you were jealous? Pathetic.”

“She was all over you, you did nothing to stop her!” She snaps back, feeling herself grow angry.

“But I didn’t do anything, did I?” He snarls, eye narrowing. “If you saw the number of women I turn down when you aren’t around you’d fucking cry, yet I can’t trust you not to throw yourself at my brother. Would you rather be with him instead?”

“No, Aemond, I only want you!” She clings desperately to the front of his black button up shirt.

“Is that so?” He cocks his head slightly, his hand still around her throat.

“Yes, I was just trying to make you jealous. I’m sorry,” She pleads.

“Hm. You’re about to be. Bedroom. Now.”

He releases her throat and she walks on unsteady feet towards their shared bedroom, nervous excitement making her heart race.

She lays back on the bed, biting her lip in anticipation, as Aemond stands at the foot of it, the metal clink of his belt being unfastened the only sound in the room. The audible slide of the leather against the cotton of his suit trousers as he removes it from the loops causes her skin to break out into gooseflesh.

“Wrists together. Above your head,” He orders.

She does as she’s told, her throat running dry when she feels the mattress dip either side of her as Aemond straddles her, winding his belt around her wrists and using it to bind them to the headboard.

“Colour?” He asks simply, making eye contact.

“Green,” She whispers.

“Good girl,”

The praise shoots straight to her core, making her clench around nothing. He leaves her with no time to ponder on what his next move might be, as his hands disappear beneath her skirt to tug down her underwear.

She arches off of the mattress slightly as his deft fingers swipe through her folds, coming away glistening with her slick.

“Little slut,” He whispers, before freeing his cock, showing he’s every bit as turned on as she is.

He takes a firm hold of her hip with one hand, grasping the base of his erection with the other and forces himself all the way in to the hilt in one fluid motion.

She is wet enough that any preparation isn’t required, but the sudden stretch still steals her breath away.

Aemond’s thrusts are quick and sure, his hips snapping against hers harshly as he brings his thumb between their bodies to rub at her clit in rapid, tight circles.

Her nails bite into the leather of the belt around her wrists, struggling to ground herself as pleasure builds steadily within her gut, each slap of his skin against hers nudging her closer to the edge.

His breathy pants combined with the look of determination on his face give her the final shove she needs, and she falls apart with blinding white warmth that washes over her from head to toe.

She’d believe her punishment was over were it not for the fact that Aemond has yet to cum. His low chuckle as he stills inside of her is all the indication she needs that he’s just getting started. He leans over, never slipping out of her, and pulls her Hitachi magic wand from a drawer of the bedside table. 

Fuck.

“Colour?” Aemond demands again, his voice husky.

“G-green,” She breathes shakily.

He purses his lips. “We’ll see about that.”

The jolt that rockets through her body when he presses the toy against her, at maximum speed, causes her to squeal. He keeps it there, resuming his thrusts inside of her and the combination of the two is too much. She trembles all over, her mind feeling foggy.

“What are you going to do the next time you feel jealous?” Aemond asks.

“N-fuck-nothing!”

“Good girl. And that’s because you can trust me.”

A sob of pleasure is ripped from her as another orgasm has her tightening and spasming around Aemond uncontrollably. He shows her no mercy, keeping the wand firmly on her, the momentum of his hips never slowing.

Aemond’s breathing is ragged, sweat visible upon his brow from exertion. “Do you trust that yours is the only cunt I want to bury myself inside of?”

“Aemond…please…” She mewls piteously, overstimulation making her shake.

“I need you to say it,” He grits out.

She tugs involuntarily at her restraints, tipping her head back. “Yes, I trust you!”

He brings her to peak three more times, before he finally relents. “Colour?”

“Yellow,” She says weakly, voice hoarse and eyes teary.

Aemond switches the toy off, tossing it to the side and slowly pulls out of her. She hisses at the sensation, noticing that he is still rock hard, not having peaked himself yet.

He rubs gently at her wrists as he unfastens the belt, helping to get the blood circulating once more. Brushing his lips against her temple, damp with perspiration, he whispers softly to her. “I’m not done with you yet, just giving that sweet little pussy of yours a rest. For now–” He leans back on his haunches and taps the head of his cock against her lips. “You can put that pretty mouth of yours to work, you’ve got quite the mess to clean up.”

[hauntedwizardmoment]

can i be mean. and ask u to rank the party members from fave to least fave

SJDLKSGDFHJKS this is SAUR mean omg i cant rank them theyre all my children...

for Me. in terms of "how fun they are to write/think about" the ranking is (fave to least fave):

peregrine - king of being the worst

invidia - jace's bestie i love their interactions

aurora - something so fun about writing a terrible person

dagbert - straight man of the group, he doesnt get Much dialogue but what he does get is really funny

ysvelde - honestly v hard to write bc i have to work to make her voice distinct from jace they have very similar issues and problems

in terms of the "who would you feel safe trapped in an elevator with" litmus test:

ysvelde - she may have no sense of self and uses seeking the approval of others as a substitute for having a personality but she's generally reliable and would help you out of the elevator

peregrine - he's got so many issues and problems but he IS useful in an emergency and good at his job, he could get you out of the elevator with ease

dagbert - he could actually get you out of the elevator if you were stuck in there but he's so big that you risk getting bruised in the process

invidia - could also get you out of the elevator but will act like its your fault that you got trapped in there in the first place

aurora - will also blame you for getting stuck in the elevator and will not help get you out

in terms of best to worst person:

dagbert - he's just a stand-up guy like he's genuinely a good egg

invidia - actually has principles that she believes in that arent actively terrible, her one vice is being very catty which is jace's vice too so it's fine

ysvelde - she's trying really hard to be good and mostly succeeding but if she would get greater amounts of approval and validation for being evil she'd do it in a heartbeat

aurora - girl she's in the harvestmen

peregrine - girl he's in the harvestmen and not even as a genuine believer, hes there because he's too spineless to go against what aurora wants

and jace's ranking of them:

peregrine - love of his life, genuinely he would give it all up for this guy. he's never felt this way about anyone before

invidia - thats bestie!! thats his partner in crime and who he talks shit about the rest of the party with!!

ysvelde - secondary bestie!! its a little weird because they dated for a few weeks and it got way too intense way too fast and they almost got married but thank god that didnt happen. theyre cool now they can laugh about it

dagbert - GREAT lay, not much of a conversationalist but he's hot and doesnt make jace talk about himself beyond what he wants to share

aurora - hates her ass so much, half the reason he started hooking up w peregrine was to spite her. love when jace kind of sucks.

[seijorhi]

rhi a question for invidia ii: would the broken relationship between father and son affect shin’s volleyball career? Or at some point, will he try to be independent and never ask for his money in paying his tuition and other luxuries?

Thank you for the lovely fic :)

if it was oikawa in kuroo's place, i'd say he'd cut him off, hold the position of chairman over his head – maybe not directly fuck with his chances of getting into the v-league, but certainly make sure he knew that he could

kuroo isn't trying to punish shin for this, truly he's not. if it weren't for this one thing their relationship would continue on exactly as it had. if it were any other girl. if either one of them were willing to back down and walk away.

if kuroo hadn't crossed that line in the first place.

for his part, shin's a stubborn little asshole. even if his dad does cut him off, he'll do it on his own just to spite him (and for the reader ofc).

but ultimately, no, he's not gonna fuck with shin's chances. he'll find other ways to play dirty and get what he wants.

[meekmedea]

conversations over tea (V)

previous part

~~~~~

After her slip of her tongue, Coriolanus, or Coryo, as he’s come to insist her calling him now during these teas continues to be an enigma. 

“What do you know of the horse carriage rides down at the Central park by the water?” he asks without prompting one Saturday. 

“What about them?” 

“Would you say the experience is,” He paused, as if struggling to find the right word. “Memorable?”

Her nose wrinkled at said words. “Quite.” It was a fad that she was sure would die out soon. For the conditions weren’t the best – for both the horses and the passengers. The smell of manure was one that’d unfortunately linger in her memories. 

`

At that, he raised an eyebrow. 

“The smell is rather…strong,” she settled on. 

“Ah.” There was a pause. “What of Elysée?” 

`

The Gardens? Surprised, Clemensia choked on her cup of tea. Both were all popular dating venues amongst the wealthy. So why was he asking her for her opinion? Waving away his concerned look, she coughed out, “I’m fine. But are you… Are you asking me for dating advice?” 

“No.” The answer comes a little too quickly for her to take at face value. 

Oh, he absolutely was. 

~~~~~

Clemensia did wonder who the girl in question was though. Because as hard as she tried, nobody came to mind. 

She supposed she’d find out eventually, considering all these places he asked were rather public ones. And when combined with the fact that he was President, unless he completely closed off the public space, there was no way that people wouldn’t find out. 

~~~~~

The pictures spread just as quickly as the rumours. 

The lady in question is just another socialite within their circles, one a few years younger than them. There’s not much of note. Invidia is just one of the many faces within the upper crust.

`

Sometimes, Clemensia will take advantage of this ‘friend’ status he’s bestowed upon her to poke at the topic. And while Coriolanus doesn’t outright dismiss the questions, his answers are so curt, one might have thought he was reporting to a superior officer. 

He made them sound so bland and boring, making her wonder just why he kept going on these outings with Invidia. 

He always turns the topic back to her instead. 

`

“And how was your own date?” he asks, adding far too much sugar to his tea. 

Idly, she wondered if he ever got cavities from the amount of sugar he consumed. “It wasn’t a date.” Thank the stars it wasn’t…

“So you just happened to be in the area?”

`

It’s become a little easier to tell if he is simply poking fun at her or if he’s being serious. 

Today was the former. 

`

“I was passing by,” she clarifies – because Panem forbid that anyone thought it was a date. “And he simply happened to tag along.”

A snort of laughter escapes, cracking the image of the ever so dignified president. “As you say, Clem.”

“Don’t laugh,” she protests. 

`

How strange it was to hear him refer to her as  ‘Clem’ nowadays, coming from him, the nickname felt more foreign to her ears than ‘Clemensia’ did. 

For the longest time, he’d only ever used to call her ‘Clemmie’. But that had been a long, long time ago. When they’d been different people. 

~~~~~

The social aspect of being a socialite was stifling at times. Because as she got older, the vultures disguised as people began to bring up the topic of marriage more and more. 

It gets awfully tiring, especially when her parents have begun to ask her about her plans for the future. 

In hopes of a respite – brief as it may be – she ducks behind some curtains where a pair of glass doors led out onto a small balcony. What she doesn’t expect is to find it already occupied.

`

At the sound of the footsteps, the man turned. “Clemensia,” he says, offering up a small if not weary smile. 

“Pliny,” she greeted. After a second’s pause, she added, “You can still call me ‘Clem’, you know.”

“Only if you call me ‘Pup’. Pliny makes me feel like I’m my father.” He waved at her to stay. “How have you been?” he asks once she settled beside him. 

“I ought to be asking you that. It’s been months since I last saw you.” 

`

“The life of a naval commander isn’t quite as interesting as you might think,” he says wryly. “Much routine and nothing else.”

“And the life of a socialite is any different? Besides, of the two of us, you’re the one who gets to flitter between the Districts and the Capitol.”

He laughed. “That’s fair.”

`

Slipping into conversation with Pup nowadays is as easy as breathing. As children, they hadn’t been close, but they hadn’t been exactly strangers either. 

It was only once they reached their University years that they’d grown closer due to their similar circumstances. 

The older they get, the more commonplace inquiries into their future become. And by that, Clemensia didn’t mean about their career, but rather about marriage and future children. 

`

“Mother’s got a list of eligible brides that she’s dying to introduce to me, I’m sure of it,” he sighs. “As much as I love her, I wish she would understand that things aren’t going to change once I meet the so-called right person.”

She made a hum of agreement. The feeling was understandable. 

“There’s some engagement that she’s arranged nearly every day that I’m back here. Tomorrow’s some tea party…” Pup waved his hand wildly, making a nondescript gesture. “...garden event or something.” 

“The one at the Elysées?”

“That’s the one. What are the chances I’ll be forced to endure some romantic boat ride?” He wrinkled his nose at the thought.

This time, she was the one to laugh. “Fairly high, I imagine. The ladies shall be lining up in droves to have the handsome naval commander row them on the lake.”

“Alright, now you’re just being cruel, Clem.”

`

Society may pride themselves as progressive and whatnot, but in circles like theirs, the expectation was that they’d marry someone in their circles to continue the family name and whatnot. And if one preferred their own gender? Well, lovers weren’t a foreign concept in their society, so long as one did their duty first.

These rules were far more lax for second borns and spares, giving them more leeway. But for only children like them? Duty was all but demanded of them. 

~~~~

“I thought you said you weren’t seeing anyone?” remarks Coriolanus during their weekly teas. 

“And I thought you weren’t one for idle gossip,” she teased. “Tell me, which man have I been saddled with this time?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out, considering all the time you’ve been spending with him lately.”

Ah. “You mean Pup?”

“I wasn’t aware you two were so close.”

“Well he’s only back for a short while before he’s back out patrolling the waters of 4, so of course I'd take the opportunity to catch up with him,” she says blithely. She knew exactly what Coriolanus was trying to hint at, but it was fun to tease him. “Besides, I wasn’t aware spending time with friends was a treasonous offence nowadays.”

`

He sighed. “You know exactly what I mean.”

She flashed him a cheeky smile. “More tea?” At his pointed look, she conceded, “He understands me. And I, him.” There was no need to launch into a whole explanation of the understanding Pup and her had.

Shaking his head, Coriolanus pushed his tea cup toward her slightly. “More tea then.”

Her grin only widened. 

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[gcorvetti]

Varie.

Stavo dando un'occhiata ai voli, non è tanto il prezzo ma gli orari, potrei ritornare da dove sono venuto, Catania-Roma-Riga-Tallinn, ma onestamente è una faticaccia, mia figlia ha preso Catania-Milano-Tallinn che è già meno faticosa ma senza bagaglio (solo quello piccolo da cappelliera), ci sarebbe l'opzione da Aprile un volo diretto Catania-Riga, ma parte di pomeriggio e arriverei a Tallinn all'una e non c'è un bus o un treno per Tartu e dovrei aspettare il giorno dopo, con eventuale spesa in più per l'Hotel, che però se non ricordo male non è minore di 100€, sti cazzi. Va bè per oggi lascio perdere.

Ieri sono andato a prendere un caffè con una vecchia amica, abbiamo parlato del più e del meno e ho notato che anche se molto intelligente e acculturata ha comunque quel limite dato dalla visione delle cose ristretta che c'è qua, anche se lei vive in Calabria, che sentendo lei è ancora peggio di qua. Mi ha detto che avremmo dovuto trovare il nostro posto già alla fine degli anni 90, come ha fatto suo marito che ha un posto statale, per via dei contributi e menate varie; le ho risposto che non ha capito una minchia di me, che a me il posto fisso a leccare i piedi del superiore per tutta la vita e fare una vita di merda con le radici su un posto e la testa piena di merda non mi interessa, non ho usato proprio queste parole ma il risultato è questo. La sua risposta con occhi sgranati è quella di chi vorrebbe essere fuori dal sistema ma che per paura non ci sta, di quel modo di porsi alla vita rinchiudendosi in un recinto per paura di vivere, scegliendo così di acquistare un pacchetto chiuso con un cucchiaio sopra e la scritta buon appetito. No cara mia, io non ci sto. Preferisco essere libero di andare dove voglio se qua non mi piace, libero di scegliere se un dato lavoro (sempre se ne trovo uno) sia fatto per me, libero di dire oggi mi va di fare così e non obbligato da nessun orario, nessuna divisa, nessun padrone. Vivo una merda agli occhi di chi, come mio cugino e le sue amiche, ma siete sicuri che non siete voi nella merda e la vostra è solo invidia?

Ieri ho guardato un video di Massini che parlava in pochi minuti del lavoro, questo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EO1g3iI7q3I&t=4s&ab_channel=884C25 e mi è piaciuto molto, come spesso accade ai suoi interventi. Ho scritto 4 parole precise nei commenti "Grande Massini, come sempre", poi mi sono messo ad ascoltare un pò di musica e poi a suonare. Oggi trovo 3 commenti al mio, insulti più che altro ma in maniera un pò colorita tipo "Quando i tuoi finiranno di mantenerti e inizierai a lavorare....", "Posa il fiasco e prendi la vanga" e l'altro non ricordo, perché c'ho messo 3 secondi netti a cancellare il mio commento in modo da eliminare anche i loro. Per esperienza so che non si deve rispondere, mai, a questi decerebrati perché è quello che vogliono lo 'scontro', poi va bè su twitter ne ho viste di tutti i colori e sono ben che vaccinato a riguardo. Sono convinto che sui social, quelli dove trovi questi neanderthal, le persone con un pò di sale in zucca andranno via, magari passeranno a scrivere su un blog :D, e resteranno solo quelli arrabbiati e rissosi che si scanneranno a suon di commenti cattivi e si offenderanno a tal punto che la loro bile la possono vendere, che poi non sanno neanche loro perché sono arrabbiati, oppure lo sono con se stessi perché hanno scelto una vita mediocre e un posto in prima fila nella caverna di Platone, poracci, ora capisco perché i magnaschei padroni del mondo vogliono dimezzare la popolazione, ma dovrebbero partire da questi invece di sparare a caso, certo è che sono quelle tipologie che alla fine gli leccano il culo per un tozzo di pane, io spero sempre in un cataclisma, il meteorite, la guerra nucleare non mi piace, vorrei più che altro un evento che ci estinguesse ma che non sia provocato da noi, giusto per dire che non è stata colpa nostra, anche se lo è.

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Opera Omnia Burst Themes 2/?

With Opera Omnia shutting down, I decided to make a few posts about one of my favorite parts of the game: The Burst Weapons. Not because they were a powerful, much sought after weapon tier that gave big numbers with massive benefits, but because I have a love for Final Fantasy music, and what BTs I wanted was strongly dependent on what song would play when used.

These posts are meant to be more for the sake of archiving what there had been more than anything else, but at the very least I am going to list a large number of great FF songs.

The first listings will be the songs that we had gotten during the game's lifetime.

Final Fantasy XI Shantotto: Iron Colossus Prishe: A Realm of Emptiness Arciela V Aloulin: Arciela's Theme Iroha: Dance of the Tengu Selh'teus: Dusk and Dawn Kam'lanaut: Tough Battle #2 Eald'narche: Belief

Final Fantasy XII Vaan: Flash of Steel Penelo: Penelo's Theme Balthier: Giving Chase Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca: Boss Battle Reks: Boss Battle (Zodiac Age) Vayne Curudas Solidor: The Battle for Freedom Gabranth: Life and Death

Final Fantasy XIII Lightning: Blinded by Light Hope Estheim: Hope's Theme Snow Villiers: Savior of Souls Cid Raines: Desperate Struggle Jihl Nabaat: Test of L'cie Serah Farron: Paradigm Shift Noel Kriess: The Last Hunter Caius Ballad: The Unseen Abyss

Final Fantasy XIV Y'shtola Rhul: Ominous Prognosticks Yda Hext: Defender of the Realm Papalymo Totolymo: Another Brick

Final Fantasy XV Noctis Lucis Caelum: APOCALYPSIS NOCTIS Ignis Scientia: Omnis Lacrima Gladiolus Amicitia: Clash on the Big Bridge (Episode Gladiolus) Lunafreya Nox Fleuret: Advent of the Apocalypse Cor Leonis: The Trials of the Shield Iris Amicitia: Up for the Challenge Ardyn Izunia: Magna Insomnia Aranea Highwind: Invidia

Tactics Ramza Beoulve: Antipyretic Agrias Oaks: Battle on the Bridge

Type-0 Ace: We Have Arrived Deuce: War: The Quiet Bloodbath Cater: War: Howl of the Dreadnaught Queen: The Heart Boils Rem Tokimiya: Rem Tokimiya Machina Kunagiri: Servant of the Crystal Kurasame Susaya: War: Breaking Through

Crystal Chronicles Ciaran: United, Heaven-sent Sherlotta: The Creation of the Origin Yuri: Final Decisive Battle Layle: This is The End For You! Keiss: Narrow Escape Jegran: This is The End For You!

World of Final Fantasy Lann & Reynn: World of Battle Enna Kros: Mega World of Battle

Stranger of Paradise Jack Garland: Jack's Theme Neon: Battle: The Fiend of Fire-Motif from Mt Gulg Astos: Battle: The Suffering of Fools

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[runexxknight]

@fairlybeloved​ ♥’d for a starter!

Hojo and his experiments are driving her crazy. She wonders if he’s doing this to other people. Now, Celes can use magic without even having materias. It’s inside her body; she has been infused with it, and she’s not even sure it won’t happen again. Zack has a good heart, though. That’s why she feels like maybe she could ask him what he thinks. She knows she can TRUST him, unlike most people working for Shinra.

“Don’t you think something is wrong with Hojo ?” she asks. They are patrolling in Midgar, so she feels like it’s a good moment to talk to him about it since they’re not in Shinra building. 

[dragoonxdive]

@leidemechanic​ said: “  what are you waiting for?  ” 3, 4, 5 SENTENCE STARTERS | ACCEPTING

Aranea sighs. She knows she has become less and less CAREFUL when it comes to her allegiance to Niflheim Empire. She plans to leave soon, but for now, Ravus still needs her. He’s the only one who knows how to use his brain there, and she can’t abandon him when Lady Lunafreya is still in danger. And she’s also a better ally to Noctis and the others if she’s still working for Nilfheim. 

“They won’t turn me into a daemon. Don’t worry.” She replies, a PLAYFUL smirk on her features. “Timing is... complicated.” 

[invidiatechdemo]

personal work revisiting a very very old au i made when i was like... 15-18ish i think (airdate range of zxl i). completely unrebloggable+not maintagged because i don't really uh. trust people. this does have image ids for screenreaders in the images though.

probably will go back and give all the stuff related to this au a dedicated tag eventually if i draw more so ppl can filter it (this blog /is/ supposed to primarily be about other things.)

[inviaggiocondante]

Paradiso II

Con il secondo Canto del Paradiso mi si ripropone il dubbio di qualche giorno fa... fermarsi sul Purgatorio e rivederlo bene... o proseguire?

Il Canto inizia proprio con un monito ai lettori... è necessario aver gustato per tempo "il pan de li angeli"... occorre aver studiato teologia.

Smarrirsi in alto mare, e rendere nullo il valore 'qualitativo' di Dante è alto.

Paradossalmente alla Salvezza occorre il timore suscito dall'Inferno e coltivare seriamente le virtù opposte ai peccati visti nel Purgatorio... riflettere, seriamente e intensamente, su quell'amore corrotto che rivolgiamo al male del prossimo (superbia, invidia, ira), all'amore tiepido del bene (accidia), fino all'amore eccessivo e volgare dei beni terreni, bassi (avarizia e il suo contrario, la prodigalità, gola e lussuria).

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L'ironia? Che ho studi di filosofia e teologia alle spalle (e tutt'ora sono iscritto al V anno di una laurea magistrale in scienze religiose...). Eppure... mi pare ci si debba 'preparare' alla lettura del Paradiso.

Non voglio che sia un leggere sterile.. deve Nutrirmi la parola di Dante.

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In foto: finalmente sono riuscito a mettere insieme i tre volumi del Bosco-Reggio in quella che è un'edizione che mi piace molto.

[mihaela-miha]

De Paste

Toate patimile lui Iisus, scot în evidenta urâciunea sufletului omenesc: trădarea, vinderea, nerecunoștința, invidia, ura, neîncrederea. Chiar daca înainte de a-si începe calvarul Mântuitorul le vorbește Apostolilor despre iubire ( “Să vă iubiți unul pe altul. Precum Eu v-am iubit pe voi, așa și voi să vă iubiți unul pe altul”) iar aceștia făgăduiesc ca-l vor urma până la moarte, dintre toti,…

[cinquecolonnemagazine]

"Tutta fortuna" per i Mutonia?

La nuova puntata di Sommessamente, il podcast di Cinque Colonne Magazine vede come protagonisti i Mutonia. Con loro parleremo della sua musica e del loro ultimo brano "Tutta fortuna". “Tutta Fortuna” è il nuovo singolo che anticipa l'uscita del primo album in italiano del gruppo rock disponibile sulle tutte piattaforme digitali e in rotazione radiofonica dallo scorso 17 marzo 2023. L'album “TUTTA FORTUNA” è un grande vaffanculo a chi tende sempre a sminuire i tuoi sforzi. È l'ennesimo urlo rock dei Mutonia dedicato a chi resiste. Il brano tratta anche quelle che sono le tematiche che si paventano davanti ai nostri occhi nella vista di tutti i giorni: invidia, rabbia, falsità, odio. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpAqU-SLxCk Ascolta il nostro podcast con i Mutonia Gli ospiti di oggi Mutonia Chitarra, basso e batteria sostengono una voce graffiante per un “Fuckin’ Rock” puro, asciutto e una vocazione naturalmente internazionale. Questi sono i MUTONIA.  Nel 2021 hanno infiammato palco e tavolo di XFactor gareggiando nel team Agnelli con "Rebel”. Sono stati l'immagine della playlist Rock Italia di Spotify. Hanno effettuato un tour nei club e festival italiani nel 2022 con il loro “Fuckin’ Tour”.  Nel 2023 la band rilascerà il primo disco in italiano dal titolo: “MALÈSSERE”.  Read the full article

[don-vito-sottocultura]

Sempre per gli Ultimi..... Io Tifo Croazia e Marocco.... Domani sera inizio portare materasso nuovo e sedie e tavolino nero triangolare come #Sottocultura altro che casolare a caso non esiste caso io credo... Sono vito non Tommaso e ben vedo.... Emi... Floyd. V R ... Piero p.... Quadrunviri top del top del top.... Tu invidia e scoppia.....Dio benedica credenti..... E guidi gli altri a migliorare.... Nessun male viene per nuocere perché Dio creò tutto bene quindi è solo uomo che crede sia male a volte facciamo tutti quest errore.... Chi non prova a migliorarsi é coglione... (presso Don Vito's Cats Bar Home) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmHoeykLCRK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=