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[celestialbuilt]

So, given that Alana has decided to be greedy and take up so much headspace, I’ve moved her to her own blog. 

#*ooc

[celestialbuilt]

im not passive-aggressive. im just aggressive. i dont even know what passive means. ill fucking kill you

#m*pandora #m*alana

[celestialbuilt]

“You’re welcome.” She’s barely made it up three stairs before he asked his question and she paused, looking over her should down at him as she considered her answer. From a young age she’d been left to her own devices and cooking had been something she’d taken up to counter the loneliness. That hadn’t stopped when entering SOLDIER even if ShinRa provided three meals a day. Her brothers and sisters in arms enjoyed her food and while she couldn’t cook for everyone.

Damn if she didn’t try though.

“Yes, I can. Just let me know what you like and don’t like and if you’re allergic to anything, sir. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Her bedroom was easy enough to locate, with the large window seats having a view of the sea. Like the rest of the house, the room was white with a splash of soft color; in this case that color was a soft blue. She set her duffle at the foot of her queen sized bed before moving to stand at one of the windows, hands on her hips.

The ebb and flow of the sea always calmed her and she had to remember to thank Rufus for giving her this room. She always had to meditate when starting a new mission. It helped keep her level. While this wasn’t exactly the first time she had played bodyguard, it was certainly different. This was the Rufus ShinRa. A whole new guard game.

Eventually, she turned back to her bag to unpack. Clothes in the dresser, a few nicer pieces in the closet. She entered the en-suite bathroom and left her toiletries on the marble counter next to the sink. She fully intended to enjoy the claw foot tub later. Once her belongings were away, she set out to explore what was to be her home for the next... well, she hadn’t actually been given an end date.

celestialbuilt‌:

So, this was the prodigal son. Alana had only seen Rufus from afar a handful of times before- there had never been any need for them to interact before this moment and quite frankly she did her best to avoid any and all executives (no matter what form they took) like the plague unless absolutely necessary. She was a SOLDIER; she had no desire to dabble in the political side of things.

She stopped to retrieve her bag, slinging it over her shoulder once more. “It’s a beautiful home.” She wasn’t trying to flatter him- it truly was. Nothing like Midgar with its steel and concrete and glass, all sharp edges and calculated coldness. There was an odd warmth she could feel in the soft colors. A woman’s touch, and while she had a feeling of who that woman had been, she refrained from commenting. “Your home, your rules, sir. I’m just here to make sure you stay alive. And out of shenanigans.”

Her orders had been clear: keep Rufus ShinRa under surveillance, out of trouble, and breathing by any means. She’d been given permission to use force if it came to that, but she didn’t think it would. She dug in her bag for a moment, pulling out a squat, wrapped box; it was wrapped in plain paper but was clearly intended as a gift. Within laid half a dozen gem-shaped candies.

She held the box out to him. “Rock candy from Fort Condor, their specialty. They’re delicious.” It had been an impulse, buying the candy as she was leaving, but Rufus was literally a prisoner. Sure, his cage was gilded, but he was a prisoner nonetheless. It wasn’t pity, but she always enjoyed sweets and thought she’d share. They would be spending a lot of time together, after all.

Tokens.

A common trait that everyone did was give him something upon their first meetings. It wasn’t as if he expected it but with the years he was implanted behind in his father’s shadow, he was given small things here and there from people all around the globe.  

And the kicker? He hated sweets. 90% of what was handed over to him in dressed packages was composed of them. It was usually handed down in the boardroom and Palmer was quick to shove it in his mouth. Nothing ever went to waste with the executives.

“Thank you,” he said regardless of what was inside. Though his ‘thanks’ were programmed at a young age to say. With the package now in his hand, he motioned for her to head on upstairs. A question swam into his head as she made her way up. “Do you know how to cook?” What capabilities did she have on hand he wondered? Rufus was able to have some sort of contact from the outside world—this involved personal chefs if he ever got bored with performing the act himself.

Though he did enjoy cooking—it was just too much at times alone. Food was wasted for he really didn’t like to have ‘leftovers’ in the icebox and he absolutely refused to give Dark Nation anything that wasn’t strictly her diet. The hound kept her position at his side, watching Alana’s every move until she was sure that the stranger was no threat to her master.

#ivoryparagon #omg this might be a problem #alana is totally a slut for chocolate

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crabofdoom‌:

dokusaeko‌:

Mr. vice-president for me by CSMad

toss a coin to your bitch, sir

@ivory-paragon​

#ff7 remake #*bossman

[celestialbuilt]

                                   More than just a P R E T T Y  face                                           I can B R E A K  your face

#*aes #m*alana

[celestialbuilt]

BOSSMAN‌:

Once the door was open it was Dark Nation that made a fuss. Though she did not alert Rufus by the way of a loud bark, she made it clear that a stranger was in the household by means of her teeth and low guttural sounding growls.  The only time Dark Nation attacked was if she was told to—by use of language that not many people knew of. Rufus never command orders to her in English.

When Alana displayed no threat and Rufus held no commands, the mutated hound deduced that all was well, responding to her greeting then trotting to Rufus’ side. He would have brought out his own pistol to shoot her before he ever wasted one bullet on his companion. “Well, looks as though you passed the first test.” A small shrug and flick of his wrist were given. It was then used to move a few of his stray strands from his vision.

“First-Class? Heh…Cute.” It seems his father did value his life a bit after all. “I had expected a Turk.. or perhaps an army of third class. Cannon fodder, really.” Not like anyone was going to storm the villa any time soon. This was to just put HIM in place, make sure he didn’t make any impromptu moves. Father always did like being in control and making sure his son was in one spot was just part of the gameplay.

“I suppose you’ll be staying here for a bit. Not sure if they filled you in the history of your coordinates… but this is MY home.” His childhood one at least. He hadn’t visited the grounds in years. “Unfortunately, the Old Man thought it best I’d be confined here. Wouldn’t be my top choice…” He flickered his eyes to examine the elegant paintings on the walls, the staircase that traveled up to the top floor. It held a Victorian element about it—something his mother was very fond of. Not much had changed since she left for good.

“I grew up in it so please treat it with the respect that I would grant it. Your room will be upstairs in the guest room.” Most of the other rooms were locked—he wanted NO ONE where his mother would spend all her time. Much like his personal tastes the color of the walls and furniture were bathed in pearl white—though his mother was sure to add subtle splashes of pastel colors. It was soft… just like her.

So, this was the prodigal son. Alana had only seen Rufus from afar a handful of times before- there had never been any need for them to interact before this moment and quite frankly she did her best to avoid any and all executives (no matter what form they took) like the plague unless absolutely necessary. She was a SOLDIER; she had no desire to dabble in the political side of things.

She stopped to retrieve her bag, slinging it over her shoulder once more. “It’s a beautiful home.” She wasn’t trying to flatter him- it truly was. Nothing like Midgar with its steel and concrete and glass, all sharp edges and calculated coldness. There was an odd warmth she could feel in the soft colors. A woman’s touch, and while she had a feeling of who that woman had been, she refrained from commenting. “Your home, your rules, sir. I’m just here to make sure you stay alive. And out of shenanigans.”

Her orders had been clear: keep Rufus ShinRa under surveillance, out of trouble, and breathing by any means. She’d been given permission to use force if it came to that, but she didn’t think it would. She dug in her bag for a moment, pulling out a squat, wrapped box; it was wrapped in plain paper but was clearly intended as a gift. Within laid half a dozen gem-shaped candies.

She held the box out to him. “Rock candy from Fort Condor, their specialty. They’re delicious.” It had been an impulse, buying the candy as she was leaving, but Rufus was literally a prisoner. Sure, his cage was gilded, but he was a prisoner nonetheless. It wasn’t pity, but she always enjoyed sweets and thought she’d share. They would be spending a lot of time together, after all.

#ivoryparagon #well that's good #she is literally going to start cooking and cleaning i cant

[celestialbuilt]

So there’s occasional ads and what have you that pops up on mobile tumblr. There’s one for “early signs of depression”

Jokes on you tumblr Ive always been a sad bitch

#*ooc

[celestialbuilt]

B‌OSSMAN:

Though the walls of the cliffside house he was stationed to for an unprecedented amount of time was the muffled sound of a piano. It had only been a couple of weeks and he was already pouring through the old music sheets his mother used to give him. They all were memorized in his mind but seeing these notes with small little annotations with his mother’s handwriting was somber yet comforting.

How the ghosts of this house haunt me so….

There were times he swore he saw his mother’s figure right where the window was in this room—even the sun had splashed against her pale skin and flaxen hair. When he closed his eyes and reopened, he found no one, just the vibrating noise of the last key he had pressed. A whine sometimes chased away those phantoms; his faithful companion had come with him for this imprisonment in a gilded cage. This time her ears weren’t perked up, rather they twitched to the pattern of her own dreams.

Perhaps she’s dreaming of phantoms as well.

All peace was shattered when a small chime of an alarm echoed through the house. Instantly his faithful companion quickly jumped to an alerted status, removing herself from under the piano where she was resting and towards the door with bristled hackles along her neck and spine, lips peeling back to rumble through a low growl that could be felt within anyone’s chest nearby.

No one knew he was here. Only a handful of Turks were given the coordinates. Though his father had expressed he would get guards soon enough—he should keep inside the mansion unless he wanted to get shot in the back. Quite a threat—though Rufus was trying to figure out if his own father would be pulling the trigger to keep his secret under wraps or he had hired someone to watch him at all hours.

There was enough speculation not to question it too much and he spent his time inside until he felt it was safe enough to venture the hedge mazes and the garden. He moved from the piano room to the parlor, tapping a few buttons on a keyboard to bring up the camera.

“Ah, the cavalry…” The camera above her whirled and zoomed in. The intercom that was placed by the door then sprung to life with his voice. “Are you the guard that was to be stationed to me?” He questioned. “The keycard that was granted to you should allow you access.” If she truly was the guard for hire, she held the key already on her person.

“Alana Einar. SOLDIER, First-Class.” She removed her sunglasses, sliding them into her duffle bag. From one of the pockets in her jeans, she retrieved the discrete envelope she’d been given by one of the Turks who had shown up at Fort Condor as she was getting ready to leave, her mission there complete. 

Apparently, according to President ShinRa on his brief phone call to her, his son needed to be babysat. She’d been picked, as the other Firsts were mysteriously all busy. Jerks. Not that she really minded. Work was work, and compared to war, playing bodyguard would be easier. She used the keycard and just like that, she was allowed entrance. The damn foyer was as big as her entire apartment. 

She didn’t get much time to admire her new surroundings, however, as a rumble came from her right. She turned, only to come face to face with a massive Guard Hound. The beast was on high alert to protect her charge. Alana slowly set down her bag before going to one knee. Not once did her eyes break away from those of the Hound. “Hello, beautiful. You’re Dark Nation, aren’t you? I know you’re trying to protect your master. I’m here to help you do that. Let’s try to get along, hm?”

She (slowly) pulled off one of her gloves and held out her hand. The Hound stepped forward, nose taking in Alana’s scent. The Hound eyeballed Alana for a moment longer before snorting and returning to Rufus’s side. She stood, letting out a breath. That could have gone different in a bad way, and killing her charge’s pet would certainly put a damper on the rest of her stay. 

#ivory paragon #there's nothing to forgive #this was perfect #i also need to think of a name for this verse

[celestialbuilt]

Get in loser, we’re going to translate latin manuscripts and possibly commit some murder

#*aes #m*pandora

[celestialbuilt]

name: Alana Einar aliases: Lana gender: Cis-female age: 20 ( CC ), 27 ( FF7 ) 29 ( AC ) 30 ( DoC ) date of birth: October 21, 1980. place of birth: Junon hometown: Junon spoken languages: Common tongue, Wutain, Grumpy Cat sexual preference: Pansexual occupation: SOLDIER First-Class eye colour: Aquamarine  hair colour: Pale gold height: 5′8″ scars: None burns: No overweight: No underweight: No

favourite colour:  Blue, black, a splash of color here and there favourite hair colour: Doesn’t matter favourite eye colour: Doesn’t matter favourite song: She doesn’t have a favorite, exactly, and just likes anything she can have a good workout to favourite movie: Doesn’t have one, but there is a theater that shows old black and white movies on occasion and sometimes she’ll go to those by herself favourite tv show: She only really uses television as background noise favourite drink: Bourbon. Or chocolate milk. Whatever she’s in the mood for. Then there’s the plum wine from Wutai. favourite book: Trashy romance novels. And when she’s feeling sentimental, LOVELESS

have they? (no specific verse) passed university: She left Junon pretty early in life before she should have, to  join SOLDIER; she has the equivalent to a high school diploma but that in no way speaks of her intelligence had sex: Yes had sex in public: No gotten pregnant: Aha, no kissed a boy: Yes kissed a girl: Yes gotten tattoos: No gotten piercings: Earings had a broken heart: Yes been in love: Not... sure stayed up for more than twenty-four hours: Her max (so far) has been four days

are they?  (no specific verse) a virgin: No a cuddler: With the right person a kisser: She loves kissing scared easily: She does the scaring jealous easily: No trustworthy: Yes, she likes to think so submissive: Naw (not that she’s aware of, anyway) dominant: Usually in love: ... single: Yes 

siblings: Not that she’s aware of parents: She hasn’t seen nor heard from her parents since she left to join SOLDIER. She’s not even sure if they still live in Junon or even if they’re alive. It’s a complex issue that she should probably talk to someone about but will instead bury until she dies children: No pets: No, but she sometimes thinks she wants one

Tagged: stolen from @chosenrule​ Tagging: Whoever wants to

#*headcanon #m*alana

[celestialbuilt]

———know thyself; character traits.

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex, you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

SENSITIVITY

You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

PLAYFULNESS

You are good at seeing what’s funny, relaxing and finding the pleasure of the moment. Play is a random, whimsical, fantasy-driven behavior that releases internal tension. Because it is detached from some pressures it allows you to act on weirder, perhaps neglected, parts of yourself. The downside is that it is no help in sticking with things that are not much fun but which need to be addressed. So it is well complemented by its opposite, Stoicism.

tagged by: stolen from @chosenrule​ tagging: whoever wants to do it

#*headcanon #m*alana

[celestialbuilt]

きょうの小首。

#*kalapana

[celestialbuilt]

The street smelled of decay and waste, the dreary drizzle of rain unable to dispense the offensive odor; if anything, the rain made it worse. Ramshackle buildings made up Lower Junon, places smashed together and only being supported by the building next to it. The small village once used to be thriving with the fishing industry and the tourism that the golden beach brought in, but that was a thing of the past. Now, it was a ruin, a monument to show what big business is capable of.

And it was capable of a lot, given that ShinRa Electric was the most powerful entity on the planet, not the government. Oh, no, each mayor of each town was just a puppet to President ShinRa... not that they themselves even knew it. Hell, Alana probably shouldn’t have known it, but she did.

Her boots made an odd crunching-slosh sound as she made her way through Lower Junon, duffle bag over one shoulder. The ground was muddy and the mud mixed with coral and gravel. She hit the massive wall that separated Lower Junon, where the poor lived, and Upper Junon where the elite made their home. The door was invisible unless you knew what you were looking for and she tugged a leather glove off as a small square hole formed in the wall. She placed the flat of her palm on the small screen within and soon enough the door slid open as she slid her fingers back on the glove. The corridor was just a length of cement punctuated by a camera every few yards until it ended at a service elevator.

The doors parted, revealing a SOLDIER who was leaning against a wall of the elevator, tapping away at his phone. His service sword lanes against his leg carelessly. Despite his helmet, he did a double take and nearly dropped his phone as she shoved it back in his pocket and snatched up his weapon, back going rigid as he snapped into a salute.

“Ma’am!”

“At ease.” She stepped into the elevator and the doors slid close. She stared at her reflection in the shiny metal doors. Alana was neither tall nor short, with a body that was dominated by curves but sculpted by muscle. Her hair was spun gold, falling to her shoulders in soft waves. Behind the dark shades were eyes that were a vivid blue-green; they were long lashes and a mesmerizing aquamarine. SOLDIER eyes. Eyes of death, holding shadows and secrets.

While the young man beside her wore the normal uniform of a 3rd-Class, she was part of the 1st-Class elite, which meant she could wear whatever she wanted. Her vest was black leather, much like her SOLDIER belt, and her jeans cupped her butt lovingly; the denim was tucked into knee high boots.

The elevator ride was silent and she knew the moment she stepped off in Upper Junon the other SOLDIER would relax. The streets up here were cleaner, lined on one side with impressive shops and businesses. The upper class truly lived better. Her destination was the far side of the city, where a mansion stood away from the bustle of the main streets. Part of the building was directly built into the cliff side. If she gave a shit about that type of thing she would be impressed.

While she could have easily jumped the gate, she chose instead to pressed the button on the intercom and as the camera focused on her face, she lowered her glasses enough so that the camera could see her eyes, pushing them back up the bridge of her nose as the gates opened. She made her way down the drive, passing the impressive fountain, to the front doors where she waited.

Another day, another assignment.

@ivory-paragon

#ivory paragon #hi #i often vomit words so i appologize in advance

[celestialbuilt]

𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

                                 repost  &  tag  away !  

                               BOLD all that applies to your muse.                                italicized  -  applicable in some way.

• eyes:   blue-green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other • hair:   blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey | white | multi-color | other • body type:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight • skin:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan  | olive | medium | dark | discolored | other • gender:   male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels • sexuality:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels • romantic orientation:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic |  panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

• species:   human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | other • education:   high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other ( Private Tutors ) • i’ve been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused  | tortured | brainwashed | shot

• positive traits:  affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident |creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm • negative traits:  aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative

• living situation: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other • parents/guardian:   mother  | father  | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster | grandmother | grandfather | other • sibling(s):   sister(s) | brother(s) | none | other • relationship:   single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated | verse dependent

• i have a(n):   developmental disorder | learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | other

• things i’ve done before:   had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital/infirmary | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

TAGGED BY: stolen from @ivory-paragon TAGGING: anyone who wants to

#*headcanon #m*alana

[celestialbuilt]

Personality & Abilities

Alana grew up with a clear understanding of what she could handle; there is no task too great, no hurdle too large, and no challenge too formidable. She was a fiercely independent little girl, partly because she understood from a young age that she was different. How, she was never sure, but it was in the way her mother and father looked at her. Or didn't look at her. She never quite understood her parents aloofness toward her when she would watch other families when she took to the streets of Junon. It wouldn’t be until much later in life that she found out why she was so different. 

Loud, bossy, she has a low bullshit tolerance and possesses an arched eyebrow that could wither the soul if you happened to be on the receiving end of it. As soon as she was old enough, she took off for Midgar to join SOLDIER, disguising herself as a boy at first, though for obvious reasons her true gender was soon reveled. Alana doesn’t half-ass anything, however, and she worked hard to be accepted because ShinRa only took the best. Her story was soon heard, inspiring other women to try out for SOLDIER with more than a handful making it through the Mako process. However, Alana rose quickly through the ranks, obtaining the title of 1st-Class during the height of the war with Wutai, the only woman to hold the rank. 

As a holder of Jenova cells and not just having been showed in Mako, Alana possesses greater strength, speed, and endurance than a normal person. She is accomplished with both swords and guns, which is why her chosen weapon is the gunblade, which often times when not in use, is in the halter at her side. While she has skill with materia and on occasion uses it, she prefers her gunblade or hand to hand combat when in a fight.

#*headcanon #m*alana

[celestialbuilt]

You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart.

#*aes #m*dominique

[celestialbuilt]

me: *has 2 (two) hp muses already*

also me: *creates an american witch*

ya’ll should check out @americanwizarding

#*ooc #black gate academy is calling my name