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[inferniangod]

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   The ancient deity was not one to be fond of mortals, yet something about this girl wasn’t like the others. She reminded him of those from before...

“You. She whom speaks to the Great Mother....”

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[ghostofnibelheim]

cultivatxr​:

Trust Sephiroth to be the one to make her day uncomfortably odd. She isn’t sure quite how he’s managed it, his manners and conversation have been nothing untoward, yet there still remains that little tug of subtext she can’t get her head around. As if he seems to know something that Aerith herself does not. For all her perception and emotional congruency, there are limits to what even she can discern - and the cryptic evasions aren’t helping her either.

She thinks she knows to whom he refers, but it’s a far stretch at best - her expression still tinged with a hint of confusion as she focuses instead on the flowers as requested. Even if he did come here at Zack’s behest, or perhaps even as part of a joke to surprise his comrade, why not simply tell her? Why wait for the florist to fill in the blanks and linger in her company in so unusual a manner? Or worse, why toy with her in such a manner when the potential for misinterpretation and outright disaster was just a hair’s breadth away?

Drawing her gaze up to meet him, emeralds locked in silence, half knowing and half in challenge as those slender fingers extended a collection of half a dozen of her finest lilies, emblazoned here in a mixture of pinks and yellows. ❝They tend not to need so much care once they’re cut. A little water, perhaps a little plant food - and you might even get a few weeks out of them, but in the end, fresh flowers are always on borrowed time.❞ A beat passes, her shoulders rising in a conspiratorial shrug. ❝…but then again, aren’t we all? ❞

As darkly observant as it is, the ancient hums, eyes closing to break the otherwise painfully intrusive stare and resume the smile which had accompanied this entire exchange. ❝ Oh! And tell him I said hello, won’t you? He may not be conventionally green-thumbed, but I trust him to do his best. ❞

The somewhat grim words elicited a small chuckle behind lips sealed into a smile that wouldn’t reach the eyes. Looking at the selection the girl had presented, Sephiroth produced a couple silver gil coins, of the ShinRa print.

He offered the payment… which he had purely guessed, to be honest, but being ready to add to that if necessary. How much would something this rare be worth in this city?

A slight tilt of his head asked for silent approval of the exchange, while once more he looked at the flowers. Surely him walking in back to headquarters with a small bouquet in hand would cause a few brows to shrug in his direction, but it was a reaction he’d tolerate for the sake of his friend. Besides, Zack’s own response would be the true reward.

“It’s a promise, then.” He answered her request with a small nod. “Hello from… the flower girl?”

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[sepheroth]

“ I’m not your enemy here. Really, I’m not. ”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄: 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

"Did you come here willingly upon your own accord, or have you willingly come as means to shorten your misery?" That was a discovery of it's questioning yet to be deciphered. But what was it? He hadn't known for certain, but Sephiroth liked to play with the endless possibilities. But even so, the revealing of his careful wording told off upon itself as a candied threat to soften venom about it. He asks solely almost as though he foresaw a fate that either she and him may have known about, that both dared not speak of. Perhaps it hurt them both in a way that they dared not begin to place into wording that the ache carved itself so deeply and so deep. Fate however, as you'd have it was about as sharp as it is cruel. Sephiroth was dealt out his own means of it's handling at misfortune. The way misfortune felt it was best for suited for him. That entirely did nothing for it to ache any less than it should. But he's long since decided to not be pawn to it, but to make pawn out of those who opposed and threatened him. Sephiroth was master of himself. But even so, it would an undoing do doom and end. It both excited and frightens him. From the moment she entered, her presence ebbed away at the angel's inner darkness and how it latched itself onto him. How it enamored him. How it swayed and promised him a twisted comfort. Her glow seemed to purify the ambience which ruled over the static that blinds his heart, his mind and way of though. The angel forever, perpetually in a state of bedlam.Jenova foresaw his undoing--yet she was the only being that had ever shown him the slightest bit of real affection. How it'd start, how it'd proceed and how innocence would be so easily tampered, tarnished and corrupted. He wondered had his mother predicted and his and the cetra's stories would collide, and would eventually conflict.

As a dark mage the angel for a time struggled to translate what her being here before him could mean? The girl navigated through the Sleeping Forrest somehow without being trapped behind it's never ending illusion. Perhaps it was a ploy for her to hold off meteor's inevitable fate. To ward off him further hurting those she held so dear? He could've have easily shattered her lifespan now. But all of it this would have been a waist if he ended it all right here and now. The black materia was not yet within his possession. The Temple of the Ancients lied ahead of them. What interested the seraph most was that she'd been here alone. The question having been why? For now he'd entertain his himself.

"Are you not aware of the dangers that lie in way for you?" He had to ask because he was certain she couldn't possibly be this foolish...

#cultivatxr #the OG feels is strong on this one oh my god #but i thank you so much for this #i ams so sorry i wrote a novel #Bow your head if you wish to keep it: IC asks

[totalxclarity]

@cultivatxr​ said: ❝  if that’s how you feel about them why not just say it?  take a chance.  wouldn’t you rather know one way or the other?  ❞ UNREQUITED,  FALSE ASSUMPTIONS  &  PINING  PROMPTS | ACCEPTING

Ignis sighs. He has talked too much already. He has learned to put Noctis’ needs before his at such a young age. He needs to be DEVOTED to the prince -- to the new king. He can’t fall in love because it could interfere with his duties as Noctis’ advisor. He would never forgive himself if something happens to the one he considers a brother because he wasn’t focused.

“My life is simply not one for a relationship. It would make me a burden, and I cannot allow such a thing. It is fine the way it is.” He assures, making sure he doesn’t sure any trace of SADNESS at these words. 

#rp #cultivatxr #v: tbd

[dragoonxdive]

@cultivatxr​ said: ❝  you do see how they look at you,  right?  ❞ UNREQUITED,  FALSE ASSUMPTIONS  &  PINING  PROMPTS | ACCEPTING

Aranea can’t help but smirk at these words. People look at her all the time, actually. She knows she’s ATTRACTIVE, and when she can use it to her own advantage, she does it. She just can’t do otherwise. She wants lust, and nothing more. Love isn’t for her. Or maybe it’s just what she repeats herself to make sure she doesn’t become vulnerable again. She has kept a shield around her for so long already, and she doesn’t plan to stop.

“Everyone looks at me this way, dear.” She admits with a brief chuckle before she keeps her smirk on her features. “And I honestly can’t blame them.” A playful answer instead of talking seriously about it is always the key, of course. 

#LOL #rp #cultivatxr #v: tbd

[battleshot]

Just sliding in because it’s FFXV’s 6th anniversary! God what a ride it’s been! I’ll never forget the excitement of playing it on day one, heavily pregnant, begging my daughter to stay put until I’m done with this game because mummy’s waited a few hundred years for this (((: (insert titanic meme) and she did, god bless she did, very quickly did I rack up over 100 hours 😂

The boys ™️ the meat in the middle of that game that makes it what it is,,,, their quips and their banter and their unlikely band of bonds that by the end of the game, leave marks on each other that is a testament to how they’ve grown. And god am I thankful for Prompto, and on that same breath, Robbie. He brought Prompto to life and I will eternally be thankful for the opportunity to meet him, have pictures with him, and read out something I wrote in his voice this year. And truly, the gratitude goes to @cultivatxr / @gunnhildred — Because of this bean I was able to do something I never thought I was going to.

Prompto was, and still remains to this day, my comfort character. And that extends just beyond wrapping up with snacks and a blanket and putting that disk in. The writing, the safety and happiness I feel when I’m writing as him, or making icons or, getting him a theme or a cardd, but really, prompto wouldn’t be prompto without the inspiration that is everyone here who’s following me today

620!! That’s a big BIG number. And y’all ain’t even from the XV fandom ( a lot yes, but ) and giving me the opportunity to speak about my boy with pride and happiness — to some who haven’t played / aren’t familiar with the franchise is just !! Pure joy to me !! And the opportunity to write with many of you! And explore paths that were never taken, or flesh out some things in greater detail ! Thank you 😭🧡

And then,,, THEN we have the friendships and god have I made some friends for life. Be it through a muse in XV or then through of a friend by extension. Truly I am blessed. I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, at times the only place I’ve felt wanted or loved / cherished. And yeah, some people came and went just as quick, and some people have grown distant from me now, but that’s okay !! That’s life ™️ but I’ll always have the memories, and hey if you’re still here, you’re pretty cool too 😉🧡

“—Ever at your side.”

Happy 6 years FFXV 🧡✨

#I’ll tag and crAP later uwu

[honorisen]

@cultivatxr​ :: ❝Zack…❞ It isn’t easy to talk to him like it used to be. It feels stranger, strained, — like there’s too many miles and too much baggage left in the chasm between them. She wants to ask him why he never called. Why he never answered her letters when she poured her heart and soul into every last one. But the words won’t come. They just sit, heavy and bitter like ash in her mouth as she stares at her feet rather than the eyes that so effortlessly broke her heart. ❝Where were you?❞

“ ... ”

She doesn’t have to say a word for Zack to be able to feel everything she’s dying to say. The  heavy atmosphere; the awkward tension; that ‘elephant in the room’ feeling that’s making him nervously scratch at the back of his head. She’s angry, upset, hurt, betrayed -- Zack can almost sense it just from Aerith’s tone and the way she won’t lift her eyes to even look at him. Normally, her emerald green hues would’ve been something he would’ve adored to have all over him, but now?

Now they would’ve just made him nervous anyway -- and Zack shows it in the way he shuffles his feet just trying to come up with an answer.

“ Listen, about that. Aerith, I... ”

He what? He’d promised the job would’ve been a cinch! That he would’ve only been gone a few weeks at best and that an investigation assignment like that would’ve been ‘simple’. He’d promised to come back to see her right after and he had! 

...But those had been promises made five years, too. In between now and then-

“ I know it’s been awhile, but you know I wouldn’t have left you hanging like that on purpose. It’s just...some things happened and- ” Zack would glance up, trying to catch the attention of eyes that still refused to focus on his -- which was fine. Zack couldn’t really blame her, even if an awkward chuckle as he tried to lighten the tension was about all he could offer.

“ But, hey! At least I’m here now, right? And I was thinking that maybe you and I could...y’know, go somewhere and catch up now that I am, too. I’m sure a lot’s probably changed in five years, huh? ”

#cultivatxr #[ ₪;; mail ] #[ Tfw Zack survives his last stand #but Aerith all but /murders/ him in three small words #LIKE #I know I said I was gonna rip YOUR heart out with this #but this was totally uncalled for phoe #how could you? ]

[turkleader]

@cultivatxr - I’ve heard this song countless times before, and just today it struck me how much this song reminds me of Tseng and Aerith. We rarely get this aspect of them explored, but it’s an incredible part of their dynamic-- that potential for their relationship to be just about anything-- sibling, parental, enemies, lovers-- and the probability that it’s been all things at one point or another. I may not be here as often as I once was, but I wanted to share this with you, especially with the musings you’ve been sharing recently.

#Cultivatxr #The old shadow emerges to share music. #Hope you enjoy; my friend. #.music

[inscmnus]

Me: I found a toothpick in my cutlery drawer... well not a toothpick. But one of those tiny things that you stab tiny sausages with or fruit. Phoe: ... cocktail stick. Me: ... yes.

I swear sometimes it’s a good job she speaks fluent Kay.

#cultivatxr #ILU.

[krvla]

@cultivatxr​ / AERITH

‘ Well now. Our little prize is finally back home where she belongs. I do hope Doctor Hojo is keeping you . . . comfortable ?? ’

#cultivatxr

[ceaselxss]

“Did you know?” It’s a simple question. Three short words and yet they carry the weight of the world. Did he know that platefall was inevitable? That thousands of people would lose their homes. Their lives. And for what? Corporate greed? Did he know all this when he bargained for her compliance? When she trusted him, for what would now be the final time?

The burn of contempt in her eyes is unmistakable, but so too is the grief that lines her face and sends liquid misery trickling down her cheek. “Did you?”

Tseng studied her quietly, his facade much tighter than Aerith might be used to seeing. No kindness, no cruelty, simply professionalism. It's all part of the job.

"It was a Turk operation, Aerith. Of course I knew." His answer is simple and probably expected. "I gave the order. If I hadn't seen you, I would have done it myself."

She knew what he was like. She knew that he searched for loopholes, for little ways to spare lives when he could, knew that it was his efforts that had kept her free for so long. But she didn't know all he'd been through in those last years. Didn't know how tight his shackles had become, or how heavy the weight on his shoulders pressed down on him.

There was nothing he could have done.

#cultivatxr

[giftofthegodess]

My Apple-Blossom to cherish, Goddess Divine to worship, Whisperer of The Waters to revere, and Whimsy Resplendent to admire anew each day.

@cultivatxr​ & @giftofthegodess​

Gorgeous art from the incredible @gaaebolg Gifted as a commission from @guideinferno

#// I'm sobbing it's so beautiful #//thank you to both gaaebolg and Mari for this wonderful gift #//For some reason Tumblr isn't letting me tag you Mari kjhsgfjkhdfg #The waters surface (Aesthetic) #But the rose upon her brier (Aerith || cultivatxr) #cultivatxr #Apple Blossom Art

[ghostofnibelheim]

cultivatxr​:

Of all the carefully crafted aspects of her public identity, the floral inclination is perhaps the most real. It’s hard to fake that kind of insight and enthusiasm. Knowledge for one can be imitated, facts reeled off and learnt with intricate precision - but could a smile brimming with conviction be faked so easily? If she were going for any falsehood, Aerith would almost certainly have picked something less complex. Besides, she wasn’t the greatest liar at the best of times, half truths were always easier to sell than anything crafted from entire works of fiction. But for the moment, what reason did she have to lie? She was simply a slum trader, trying to get by - even if she was currently in the company of someone decidedly unexpected.

Anyone would think it was the first time he’d seen a flower from the way he responded to her offer; that awkward but ever so slight recoil causing confusion to dance across the quirk of a chestnut flecked eyebrow. It was hardly a menacing gesture was it? ( Unless of course, the dear General was in fact, allergic to pollen, in which case she might well rescind her judgement ). She might even have understood more, had it been a rose or thistle, something more accustomed to a sharp exterior - but a lily? That was new even for the florist. ❝It’s not going to bite you! I swear I left the maneaters at home.❞ She teases without warning, that jovial little upturn of her lips far too amused as she encouraged in her own patented fashion.

His reaction isn’t one she expected however. The hand beneath her arm is oddly personal, a kind of subjective power play to guide her arm upwards so that he can better examine the bloom in question. Why it’s his action of choice is a mystery, but surprisingly, the ancient doesn’t object, at least not while he’s finally appreciating the flower she’d tried so earnestly to sing the praises of.  ❝You and me both. I’ve seen what it can do. Or rather, what the acquisition process is like. It’s a wonder anything still grows when they keep tearing the planet apart. ❞ There’s a crack in her sunshine to part with that truth, a short-lived disapproval certainly, but an unmistakable one all the same.

❝Still, silver linings and all that. We just have to make the best of it. ❞

Quite outspoken. Once more, the faint shadow of someone so familiar in how she answered had the faintest shadow of a smile surface on the SOLDIER’s features, as he broke contact between them and let his hand return down his side.

“I’m afraid even in my free time I shouldn’t indulge into biting the hand that feeds me.” He deflected in response, well knowing who ‘they’ were, that the flower girl referred to. How could he know, when they lived in the very sickly lungs of the company’s own city?

Her last words however had worked like sharp knives, leaving deep cuts into an already open wound that had been festering inside him for a long time. Making the best of it… could he be say he was doing anything like that?

Should he even bother? That was the more likely answer he’d receive from those who lived beside him in his daily life. After all, he was the precious poster boy of SOLDIER. Did Sephiroth already not represent the ‘best’ the company could make with its resources? Should he not, as such, do only as he was expected to do, and follow orders given without question?

His mind had lately begun to trace the form of a cycle in all this, and the man was tormented with but one question: where did he stand inside it?

No matter. He still knew too little to answer it. For the time being, he was sure of one thing: this girl and the flowers she planted were doing a much better job at ‘making the best’ of what surrounded them, compared to himself.

Hopefully one day he’d achieve a similar clarity of mind.

Taking a silent, deep breath through his nose, he let his gaze wander to the side in contemplation for a moment. He’d run short on time, soon his lingering around the ‘person of interest’ would become suspicious, exceeding what could justify casual interest in a purchase. He should work his way out.

“… So if I were to make a puchase of your flowers for a friend, what is a selection that you’d recommend?”

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[tsurugixbuster]

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@cultivatxr

Those soft, glowing orbs peer down at the hands interlaced between them. There is no hiding the smile that graces his lips, nor the lightness his haggard features take at the sight of her. He had taken off as soon as he returned from his mission. His comrades well aware of Zack's newfound fondness for the church in the Sector 5 slums. He had gone to there first, and when he did not find her there he had almost returned to headquarters in defeat. He knew Elmyra was not fond of him, and the idea of showing up at her house was honestly a bit terrifying. As those sky blue eyes rose up to meet hers however, he could only think of how foolish he had been to even think of not coming here.

"I guess if you forgive me then it's alright. I'm sorry I haven't come to visit. I've been busy you know with SOLDIER stuff."

Even still she had preoccupied his thoughts while he was away. Something that went without saying.

#cultivatxr #;main verse #thank you so much for this

[totalxclarity]

AS  THE  PLANETS.

BOLD  always applies. italics  sometimes apply  /  are verse dependent. strikethrough  never applies.

i.    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐔𝐍.         egotistical.     melted wax wings & fingers.     stretching sunburned skin.     the most generous soul.     blood in the fruit.     halos.     anger on fire.     high vitality.     thunderous laughter.     is pride really a sin?      halogenic aura.

ii.    𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘.         expansion of the mind.     silver—tongued.     an everlasting wanderer.     polyglot.     high dexterity.       handwritten letters.     innately critical.     en vogue.     eyes in the trees.     hidden libraries.     there’s always room for improvement.

iii.    𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒.         in love with strangers.     iridescent waters.     love potions for your mirror.     selfless devotion.     shattering crystal.     seafoam upon sand.     the golden ratio.    drowning in your own passion.          material value & high principles.           luring.     plush lips.

iv.    𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇.         fresh springs.     tree hugger.     we can start again tomorrow.     a blazing rainforest.     respects survival of the fittest.      nature’s adversity.     lazy bones.          constantly evolving.     flowers sprouting from wounds.     a granite altar.     fossilized remains.

v.    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍.          illusory.      silver shimmer off the ocean.     secrets & gossip.     cycles of reincarnation.     a crybaby.     physically ethereal.            shared glances with a stranger.    cat eyes.     mistrusting their intuition.            fear is a prison.     ornate magic wands.

vi.    𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒.   healthy competition.       attraction & repulsion.     magma & rubies.     a blade being forged.     wrath,  wrath,  wrath.     malefic.     intense eye contact.     cannon fodder & fireworks.     blood floods.     copper taste on your tongue.

vii.    𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑.         red robes & a suit of armor.     beacon of stability.         leader by birth.     thunderbolts & lightning.     guilty but can’t stop.     secret rich kid.    golden touch,  golden tears.     innate optimist.          failure isn’t an option.         constantly reaching for more.     unfinished symphonies.

viii.    𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍.     traditional.     overbearing energy.     a sculptor of reality.     this existence is a karmic one.     has a heart ;  it’s just way down deep.     law,  order,  & justice.     avoid all necessary risk.     the sound of shackles clanging.     sisyphus’ struggle.         grappling with the reality of time.     self—governing.

ix.    𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒.          psychedelic funk music.     overflowing cups.     a rebellion with skin.     looking good in photo id.     oblivious but caring.     middle fingers in the air.     double rainbows.     icy diamond exterior.     holographic.     afraid of their own mediocrity.      pearlescent smoke.

x.    𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄.   an elegy for the lost.     dissolving boundaries.     white horses.     the burden of mystical conditions.       deceptive.         escapism is their reality.     a polarizing entity.     artist’s soul.     paranoia.     searching for the unseen.         a siren’s swan song.

xi.    𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎.    angel statues over graves.     power.     the cycle of necrosis.     transformative.     unfathomable depths.     an ivory tower toppling over.     screaming at the sky.       violets & irises.     eclipsed darkness.     speaks with their shadow.     sex,  death,  rebirth.

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[strictomiles]

@cultivatxr​​ liked for a random starter

There was a faint interest in the field of flowers. And moreso of the woman who he often saw tending to them. It took a special sort of person to check into the nature and care of flowers that grew in the wild instead of plucking them excessively.

Strolling up behind her, he spoke up at last. “They smell better at night. Trumpet lillies.”

“If you’re not afraid of bats that is. They come ‘round these parts a lot.”

#cultivatxr