#v. main remake

[thememory]

↳ @stingslikeabee gifted: It was impossible for Melissa to let Aerith's birthday go unnoticed or uncelebrated - not when the flower girl turned into such a remarkable presence in her life. Not only the younger woman, but also Elmyra; they welcomed the brothel madame into their domestic routines as if she was related by blood; they supplied the human connections that the inn proprietress craved so much.

In reality, they offered Melissa a gift everyday with their affection and allowing the brunette to belong; it was only fair to repay it on Aerith's special day.

For that year, however, the madame tried to be creative - as well as a little bit on the mischievous side. Bringing Aerith jewelry was not a novelty in itself, even if Melissa tended to order her gifts from a particular artisan and get them custom-made, just as her own pieces. But this time, no flower or expected allusion to the girl's beautiful garden... But a small, very familiar feline figure hanging from a delicate gold chain (golden like honey - of course).

"I thought you'd appreciate a little reminder of a mutual friend of yours, even when he's not around," Melissa joked, the pendant an obvious allusion to Cait Sith although it wasn't immediately noticeable to anyone unfamiliar with Reeve's esteemed companion, "Besides, it's going to be so much fun to watch Reeve struggle to remember when he gave you that," the older woman grinned, but proceeded to envelop Aerith in a hug and press a kiss to each of her cheeks, as well as one on her forehead. There was no such thing as too much affection for the madame, after all.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart. I hope you have many happy ones - I'll do my best to shower you with gifts during each and every one of them."

------IT HAD LONG been noted that aerith had a penchant for finding company in the oddest of places. any detailed eye, if they knew where to look, might find that she'd befriended (in some fashion) each of the turks that visited her in their quiet, secret moments. body guards, bar maids, "terrorist" group leaders ... everything in between, painted magnificently in a canvas of friendship that only someone like aerith gainsborough could weave. it should come to no surprise that among those friends lay two influential figureheads ---powerful in their own right, and tied to the cetra in a similar fashion: through love.

reeve tuesti was a surprise of a friend. he was a surprise of a love, too, spawned from innocence and delicate gestures, cherished in dirt-covered palms as if he were precious like a seedling (and he was precious, he was). the turks were one thing - if shinra knew they had been keeping aerith secret for so long, shit would surely hit the fan. but one of their directors? so close? preposterous.

and the proprietress of the honey been inn struck another note. wall-market was cloistered organization of power itself. while the don held the obvious influence it was the madame of the inn that really held power ... secrets, one in the same. it had never been aerith's intention to get in good with melissa for anything other than a friend. more than this ---a sister. the gossip that came therein was a comical bonus, often left by the wayside for genuine affection in the form of time spent. aerith would happily whittle her days away in the company of big sister, learning from her, laughing with her, enjoying the softness that came with each of these aspects.

elmyra so often commented how nice it was to have someone like mel around, too. a good balance of those brutes (the turks, or maybe zack and cloud?)

keepsakes were precious to aerith. the ribbon gifted from a dark-haired SOLDIER so often adorned her hair still (or her wrist, if she didn't wear the twist people so often associated with her). the glimmer of the feline had aerith's eyes widening and the grin that spread to her features was infectious. cait sith was precious to her - someone she toted around the slums as if he were a child and not a creation of that aforementioned shinra director. " oh mel, it's too much! " gold, really ... but she wriggled in her seat while inspecting the charm regardless.

she was quick to clasp the necklace around her neck, then to accept mel's sweeping hug in one of her own. she squeezed her dear friend with all of her little might, a chuckle escaping her thereafter, " please, he'll drive himself insane trying to remember. he's not far off, not with the work hours. " a pause, and aerith lingered holding onto mel's hands, clasped her fingers with melissa's, " stay the night? a sleep over? thank you, melissa. sincerely. "

[thememory]

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  “I like it very much,” he admitted, observing the way it framed her face and the weight of it as it settled against her skin in churning waves like a river rushing downhill in the rain. So much hair might have looked out of place on such a petite girl, but somehow on her it fit to perfection.

  Eye would find themselves caught in her own as she leaned forward, tipping his head up into the gentle kiss she placed on his mouth, relishing in the light tingles it left behind that trickled down his neck and came to rest in the pit of his stomach. He’d enjoyed the sensation so much he stole another between her words. 

  “Can’t a man enjoy the fruits of his labor?” that grin threatened to dimple his cheeks again. “What would you have me do to make it more fair, mm?”

[mashias]

this is something i wonder about all the time so sorry for the extremely specific question:

i do not mind whatever pronouns or gendered terms you decide to use for this discussion! very curious to know what people think

(do not fight or be weird on this post or i WILL turn off RBs)

[fourthclone]

sb pls extract the thoughts i have about roche with a rapier from my brain NOW !

[aithrige]

@outofdeath liked for a starter (directed at Alastor)

"I thought you brought me here to be the bartender. Not to take part in this shit."

Yes, he was a little upset that he kept on getting dragged into these silly exercises of Charlie's. He was promised booze and Husk was fairly certain the only reason he didn't get yelled at that much for drinking excessively was because they couldn't have a bar without it. So long as he didn't drink during one of the group activities and kept the bar stock, then he thought it should be fine. Or he had yet to be yelled at for it.

"This wasn't part of our agreement boss."

[dbphantom]

So those death flags on Roberto eh... Meryl is definitely using that derringer after he dies, right? It's her signature gun, there's no way she won't...

[vault81]

ik i already did smn like this before but im doing it again!!

(template below cut!)

[multiicolor]

... anyways i get one new-ish oc over here bc im gutting his old blog

LIR ( tav ) from BG.3 / canon compliant???

[thememory]

------THERE WAS CERTAIN care taken into the growing and cultivating of her flowers. at a first glance, on the rather sizeable gainsborough property, one might be forgiven mixing the breeds together. they carpeted the landscape - where signs of the technological life above tainted the soil here and there. she'd worked hard to make a selection, and even then, not all of her flowers made it to the cart. they all had meaning ... but the people who purchased from her didn't usually care about that. they were just nice knicknacks to have around. and that was fine by aerith.

" do you think they're artificial? " wry smile tickled at the corners of her lips, upturned them in a motion that made her look something akin to a fox, more than a girl. obviously he believed they were, if he asked. she'd offer to let him touch the petals, but the oils in one's skin often destroyed the sensitive flora. " how about this ... first one's free, then you can tell me if it's real or artificial. "

fingers plucked at one of the stems, one of the cream-colored flowers that grew in overabundance (she'd say weed if it wasn't wanted), but was no less beautiful than the rest. head canted to the side in consideration as she offered the bloom, " after that, they're five gil apiece. "

@thememory liked for a starter.

he's eyeing a cart of flowers - dashing eyes across the colours as if he's lucky enough to have stumbled upon a rainbow. though his expression fails to show it, the gangster likes the look of them; the contrast that comes with something so pure in someplace so depraved.

"nice flowers-" he coos, an appreciation in the little things. a momentary lapse to take his mind away from the bigger issues at hand "they're artificial, aren't they-"

she does well to stand out against the grime of wall market - an innocence ( or is it? ) untainted. a distinction that does well to snatch attention. "how much?"

[drengar]

@qvartzdied requested a starter

When it came to taking care of children, he wasn't that educated for a father of four. He had attended the first time parent classes when Rei was pregnant with Touya. But those classes weren't going to do him much help here. Enji was present for most of Touya and Fuyumi's early years. But after that, he slowly distances himself for numerous reasons. He missed a lot of what came afterward.

To now be asked, after everything he had done came to light, to take care of three seemed like an impossible task. Even for the Number One Hero. Enji did try to get out of it for those reasons. But with how everything was still in disarray and many children displaced, the social workers were in a similar state as the hero industry. Bare bones and anyone still working was on their last leg. When that was thrown at him, how could he say no?

They gave him only a few days to make the adjustments moments to his home. Even that was something Enji had to fight for but thankfully they understood that he wasn't at all prepared to have one person, let alone three children, live with him. Once he had set his family up in their new home, they had all packed up and left. Only Fuyumi still had some things left at the estate but none of it would be useful to him right then. She was actually his lifeline in all of this. She was more than willing to answer any of the questions he had. Even offering to come and help him if he needed it.

Enji was just doing one more sweep of the estate to make sure everything was prepared to have kids running around it again. He was pulled from his current task with a knock at the door. Taking in a deep breath, he braced himself as he answered the door.

[thememory]

↳ @tsurugixbuster gifted: The SOLDIER is always running off. There is always a new mission to be complete or a battle to be fought...

Still, when the flowergirl comes home from a long day of selling flowers, there is a wrapped package left at her door.

Pink ribbons and bows adorn the vibrant red paper, and in big bold letters her name is written on the card attached to the gift. With "from Zack" scrawled out across the bottom of the paper.

------SHE NEVER EXPECTED anything on her birthday. a silly notion, considering elmyra always went out of her way to ensure that aerith felt loved now. she suspected that her adopted mother often worried - that she'd slip through the cracks and be forgotten (much as she was as a child attending the leaf house for lessons, being teased by other children), or that she was insignificant. aerith never believed those things. it was only ever evident in the way elmyra looked out for her, cared for her that she was adored. but still ---she suspected that a mother worried. it had been a long time since she'd woken up to find her daughter shaking in bed with a cold sweat form nightmares - memories come in the form of dreams. but it still happened.

regardless, aerith never expected anything. she loved the morning routine, the stack of pancakes so high that it would be impossible to eat more than four (she always ate seven, though). or the cake in the evening, bringing a sugar rush so dangerous that aerith often climbed up on the roof to sit under the soft artificial "moonlight" and listen to the flowers and the waterfall.

she looked forward to those things - her own gift to herself tucked into a little satchel at her side, a sort of pseudo purse with precious life within. the package was hard to ignore, not that she wanted to, and she stooped for the gift as she neared the door. surely not elmyra.

when it turned over in her hands she lit up at the name scrawled below -sore for missing him, if he'd stopped by himself, but excited all the same. rather than bringing it in with her (and rather than experiencing the third degree of elmyra gainsborough) she crouched where she was ... by the door, and gingerly began unwrapping the gift.

she did like surprises.

[vssocialanxiety]

Something that I find rather annoying about the writing of Legends Arceus is the sheer amounts of wasted potential present with most characters, of all the Wardens I believe the best written in the game is Palina, Ingo is good, but his most interesting characterization is the result of work made by the fans. Almost every character has one trait that makes them interesting to me; it’s frustrating that Game Freak could just stumble by accident into making such good characters.

[euclydya]

girl. the . why can't i sleep.

[liightbringr]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝟑𝟓𝟖/𝟐 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 ( 𝟏.𝟓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐗 )   (   𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑   ) 

@selkshe asked: “   i hope we can always be just like this forever .   ”

"𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄, 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐓?" The words come on delicate mirth. Laugh, chime-like in its resonance as it bubbles free from bosom. There is wonder in those beautiful blues. The way the light catches in them in the sunset painted beyond is picturesque in its own right. With a risen brow && minor coyness beginning to form within expressionism, lithe limbs take to overlaying one another at her chest. A streak of thoughtfulness hits her whilst she carries on in the trek through grand forest. But only when she notes the continuity of her company's footfalls ensues in tow does she speak further. "Who else is going to braid my hair? Or sing with me in the mornings, dance with me before bed, humor my spells of hyper-ness.." The list could go on. The construct itself enough to garner another bout of amusement. A light laugh that unfurls across full lips, spilling into the air where the realm might drink in her delight. Moreover as her arms unravel; one palm to her hip, the other to hang idly at corresponding side. "It'd be boring to live this eternal life without my sister, after all.."

[merevide]

which scream movie is the best and are there any skips? i just watched the first because of your posts and loooved it.

hiii tbh i’d say the first is the best in the franchise. cliche and predictable answer i KNOW but it’s true (also not to say that the movies go down in quality the first one is just smth special), with that being said i wouldn’t really recommend skipping any of the movies, like yeah you’ll see a bunch of people say that “(x) is the worst” or smth similar obvi because that’s how it goes but i’d say they’re all like essential if you wanna gauge character plots (tbh the only skippable movie is scream 4, not because it’s bad but because scream 5 isn’t a direct sequel and has a different main cast, some people even start at scream 5 in regards to the whole franchise. still wouldn’t recommend skipping 4 tho)

i liked all of the movies in some way so i’m probs not the best when it comes to asking about skips, like my least fave movie in the franchise would probably be scream 3 but on the other hand i could watch it forever. also all the movies are really entertaining that’s one thing the franchise is never gonna lose imo. knock on wood.

[korinthiakos]

And a little bit of a headcanon surrounding The Corinthian the Second. Clearly, This Corinthian wants to remove themselves from the First Corinthian as much as possible. So that also means a change of style. Hence, all the leather, and perhaps even the piercings. It is a new era for this Corinthian and they are making a change. ( Even though they've already changed once recreated to be like this. Though certain memories linger, certain desires or just cravings linger too, just in the darkness of their mind. ) The idea of them wearing a suit feels wrong. And if it's required for a special event, The Corinthian will feel like the collar is slowly strangling them. The suit is nothing but a reminder, a faint one but they know that these things are quite the connection to the First.

Whereas The Corinthian the First is known to go with pleasing attires. This goes for suits to even casual wear. Beige Turtlenecks. Long coats. A nice but inviting suit. You name it.

The Second might go for dark colours and The First will go for light colours.