#hyperionalmasy

[infernianhellfire]

@hyperionalmasy Continued from here.

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Such pure, unrestrained arrogance. It was thrown into his face with such an intense amount of bitterness that Ifrit found himself both offended and amused simultaneously. Thus a low, ominous chuckle rumbled from his throat as he lifted his fully mortal hand to run his thumb idly along his jawline. Honestly, he should boil the water in the pipes. Specifically what was spraying out an oddly mesmerizing cascade along his stupid mortal’s body.

But that would defeat the purpose of him visiting his new pet mortal while it was surrounded by a protective barrier of water aether. Thus the Infernian simply swallowed his aggravation, lightly pushing himself up and off the wall he’d been leaning against. If he couldn’t vent against him physically, he’d end up subconsciously doing so verbally. Which, evidently, was exactly what he did.

“It looks as though you’re just as pretty when you’re wet as you are when you’re covered in soot and ash.” He quipped back, rolling his eyes as he walked a little closer. Cocking his head to the side, he dismissed their conversation for a moment so he could examine his aether. Ah, it looked like it was recovering apace. Albeit a little slowly. Should he have pulled the toxins from the smoke out of his body before he’d left the alleyway?

No. That would have been ludicrous. Ifrit didn’t pity mortals. This one was just his new pet. He was overthinking things again.

“So long as you’re not likely to stop breathing any time soon. You still owe me, and I intend to begin collecting.” He explained, eyes darting to the wet floor. Carefully avoiding any water covered spots, he wandered a bit further into the room.

“Starting with a few... odd questions.” He stated, expression turning almost serious for a moment as his eyes wandered over the man- searching his body for something, anything to explain Ifrit’s incapacity to simply kill him. In all honesty, he had almost been to see him several times over the last few days whilst he’d been releasing his rage at Ravatogh. He’d fully intended to kill that pretentious hume. Yet, in all his attempts, he found himself fighting against his own instincts. Why, in the name of the old ways of Solheim, couldn’t he just kill him? It was too powerful a denial of his desires. Something nefarious had to be afoot. “... That, and I’d like you to come here for a moment. But not too close.” Ifrit- no, Belias added casually after a small pause.

#rp #tags tbd #{Ferocity and Voracity| Divergence Verse} #cut for length #long post #hyperionalmasy

[ofmxelodies-archive]

🦁 ; What is your current big obsession?

Munday stuffs! Send something in if you wish! | @hyperionalmasy

🦁 ; What is your current big obsession? 

HMM. I need to actually give this a thought because I’m obsessed with...a LOT of things.

I guess aside from being overly obsessed with the time while I work, I’m currently super into Dissidia Final Fantasy Opera Omnia. I have cleared almost EVERYTHING. I’m currently on the 13th tier of Dimensions End and I’m just anticipating the next weeks to come to see which character I get to strengthen to add to my roster and get one step closer to getting 100% clear. I think the moment I clear all 16 level 180 tiers, my life will be complete and then I’ll have to find a new obsession @_@

#;ooc #//thanks for the ask! this was really fun to talk about :D #hyperionalmasy #.answered

[corleonis45]

( GRAZE ) grazing mine’s shoulders with their fingers.

Seduction Starters

It had been around a month and a half since their last mission, which in Seifer’s eyes was considered a failure. They lost a member of their team, watched them bleed out right before their eyes as Seifer held them. While this wasn’t anything new to either man, something inside Seifer had broken that night. Since then, Cor had tried his hardest to get him to open up, always met with resistance and a fight.

Seifer had thrown himself hard into training, often being found on the grounds at odd hours of the day or night. He’d been avoiding Cor again to go over the intel they had managed to gather before everything went to shit, and while Cor was a patient man, things needed to be talked about.

As he walked in, he could hear the familiar sound of warping, followed by various amounts of curse words as he saw Seifer panted slightly, leaning against one of the pillars. He made sure his steps were heard, not wanting to take the man by surprise. 

Seifer half turned to see who had joined him, rolled his eyes and turned away. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have some paperwork to attend to, or someone to send to the wall?”  Already picking a fight. Cor wasn’t surprised.

“Already sent those to the wall that needed to go. Now I have free time. Thought I’d spend it away from the noise that’s the Citadel.” Cor placed a hand on his hip, shifting his weight as he looked around the area, making note of all the new holes and chips in the pillars surrounding them, before bringing his gaze back to Seifer. 

The man huffed out a laugh as he turned around and closed the distance between them, standing just a few feet away from Cor. “This is just another one of your ploys to try to talk to me. It ain’t gonna work. Might as well quit wasting your time on me, and go bother someone else. I don’t need your fucking sympathy.”

“So you’re going to push yourself to the brink of exhaustion instead? End up in med bay, again, and ignore the doctors orders, again, to come back here to do what? You’re not going to improve anything unless you acknowledge what happened.” Cor’s gaze was icy as he caught the man’s emerald eyes. “I’m going to be forced to put you on leave until you talk to me.”

Something flickered in Seifer’s eyes, a mixture of anger, and perhaps a little pain, as Seifer got right into Cor’s face, completely invading his personal space. “Do it, Sir. Put me on leave, it won’t change a damn thing. You can’t fucking help me.” They stood there for a moment, Cor unmoving in his gaze and his stance. 

“What? Do I need to give you more reason?” Seifer sneered as he leaned in just a little more. Cor could see the slight shake to Seifer’s body, a mixture of anger and exhaustion he surmised, and shook his head. 

“No... But don’t complain when you’ve hit rock bottom and have no one there to help you out because you refused to listen to reason. Your stubbornness to refuse help or comfort from those around you will continue to lead you on a very lonely, broken path. I thought you would have learned this by now, but apparently the only thing you can learn how to do is to fight. I’ll make sure your leave paperwork is completed when you get out of med bay again.” 

Cor knew his words were icy, and didn’t care. Cor was a patient man, but he couldn’t continue to chase after a man who only wanted to fight and push people away. 

As he turned to leave, he caught out of the corner of his eye Seifer reaching out, unsure if the man would punch him, or try to stop him from leaving. Cor continued to walk away, only freezing the moment he felt the man’s fingers brush against his shoulder, almost as if he was trying to get the Marshal to stop, and then changed his mind mid-grab. Slowly, Cor turned back to look at the blond haired man, searching his emerald eyes. 

“You don’t have to keep pushing me away....” his voice was quiet. He could see the conflict dancing in Seifer’s eyes as he battled with himself in his head. Cor knew that asking for anyone to stay with him, to comfort him, even when he needed it, was hard. 

“You...” Seifer started, before snorting and shaking his head. “Fuck this, forget it.” he waved the Marshal off, and turned to walk away. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Cor paused for a brief moment, before reaching out and grabbing Seifer’s arm hard, holding him in place. “If you’d give me five fucking minutes, Almasy, you’d know how much I actually understand.” his words had a bite to them, but not of anger. It was hurt and frustration. He knew what it felt like to finally be broken and not know what to do with that pain. 

Fully expecting the man to fight him off, Seifer surprised him by stopping, and Cor felt the man relax under his touch. Releasing his grip, Cor slid his hand to the man’s shoulder.

“Let me in, Seifer. Let me help.” 

#hyperionalmasy #sinday #.on a monday #.soooo..... #.What was supposed to be seduction turned into something completely different #.I could potentially see this happening between them? #.Cor just wants to comfort the man ;-; #.this also got a lot longer than I had expected it to. #.I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED HERE

[alcxandros]

@hyperionalmasy​

She swears, that guy is making her wait on purpose. No proof of that, she’s just anxious. He’s the first person that’s agreed to help them despite her and the Owls really having not much to offer. Turns out when you’re a broke rebel group with too few members, people weren’t knocking on the door to come help regardless if it was for a good reason - stick it to the tyrannical Galbadia. Then again.. maybe he wasn’t coming? Maybe Seifer changed his mind, decided to spend his summer doing something fun and exciting. Her face grimaces at this possibility. He wasn’t an Owl.. he wasn’t one of them. Just like that, he could walk away. His help would’ve been nice, someone who knew about battles and could help with strategies, and well, who knew what else. And he was cute.

Her attention is broken when a train can be heard approaching. This is it; he’s either here or he’s not. Rinoa crosses both her fingers, practically hopping in place and biting her bottom lip. Please let him be on that train! One by one, people are boarding off. Rinoa leans back and fourth, squinting to try to see if she could see through the windows with no luck. 

Just when it seems like he’s just not coming out of there, her eyes lock into the familiar red crossed coat. She squeals, jumping in place excitedly before she bolts to him, dodging the crowd of the new arrivals until she reaches her destination - Seifer’s side. Her arms grab one of his without hesitation, and not even trying to hide her excitement and glee as she looks up at him.

“You showed up! For a second there I was thinking you changed your mind. Zone and Watts are going to be so excited.” She releases his arm, now hopping in front of him, now acting as a guide to the Owls hide-out. Top secret, after all. “We’ve got a few idea’s going, buuut, we’ll talk about it when we get there.” Never know who’s listening in. Truth be told, Zone and Watts weren’t totally sold on bringing someone in, but she’d convinced them.

By convinced them meaning she got her way anyway. They’d thank her later when Timber was liberated.

#[ ic ] #hyperionalmasy

[light-of-judgment]

👋 What was the mun’s first impression of the muse?

Munday Questions: Muse answers questions about the mun

“’If I’m going to enjoy a villain, it’s going to be the BEST villain and the BEST villain is Kefka!’ Of course, she only discovered just how amazing I am when she watched a video ranking the series villains and realized that Sephiroth wasn’t the one who set the standard.”

#hyperionalmasy #ic #okay so it's really weird trying to write my muse talking about me #but also i'm very high #either way this doesn't sound right but it is the truth #Oh? Then...welcome to my barbequeue!

[warparchived]

@hyperionalmasy​​          * mini starter call   //   ‘ grump ’ - bad mood starter

CALL IT A DISASTER ,   BECAUSE THAT’S THE ONLY APPROPRIATE WORD FOR IT .   easy peasy ,   his ass .   the intel had been wrong   ;   walked blindly into it ,   like sacrifices led straight to the slaughter ,   too confident for a second before it went sideways .   low terrain ,   uneven ground     ———     should’ve expected it ,   but the ambush still caught them by surprise .   chaos ,   unfiltered ,   unrestrained ,   and the shockwave of magic exploded in DESPERATE BURSTS OF LIGHT amidst the sea of gunfire .   the stench of ozone was heavy in the air as lightning struck down another mt ,   and it still wasn’t enough to make a dent against the forces surrounding them .   

nyx warped back ,   barely avoiding a hit ,   nearly colliding against another glaive .   the exasperated groan was immediate .   of all the people he could’ve crashed into     ..     he couldn’t believe his LUCK .     ❛   great ,   it’s you .   still alive ,   huh   ?   ❜    

#hyperionalmasy #meme ans tag. #tfw u gotta fight back to back with the guy u dont like uwu

[irvinexxkinneas]

@hyperionalmasy

"Seein' somethin' you like, Kinneas?"

The taunt was hummed close to Irvine's ear, Seifer having pulled up to him while the sharpshooter was lost in thought, most likely deep enough to not notice his former-enemy-come-ally approach.

The tall blond stepped up now, next to the other man and tried snatching his cigarette by means of smoking it himself. The glint in emerald eyes was disdainful, the curl around tighened lips almost a sneer, yet too much of a shadow of it to really be anything but the ghost of some such.

Slumping against the pillar the other was leaning against with his shoulder, Seifer then fell quiet, observing the brunet's reaction.

He didn't like the fact the sharpshooter had joined their ranks. Much less that Squall had dragged him along like some lost puppy that needed his master to not lie down and starve to death.

Prodding his molar with the tip of his tongue, the blond Glaive simply stood and stared at the man. The past years had been rather kind to the intruder, his appearance surely still a magnet for every woman within sight.

What he did not like was the prospect of the same attractiveness getting in the way of his attempts to mend the bond between him and Squall. Or the damn cowboy getting in the way whatsoever.

The thought that the three of them, all having grown up in the same orphanage, could find a new sense of cameraderie, even friendship alluded him - naturally. All he knew was competition, having to prove himself and biting his way through life. And so he would do now. What didn't help was the fact that Seifer had never been part of their group, for one because his rebellious nature did not allow his ego to be associated with 'little kids' as he had called them, but also because his arrogance and aggressiveness scared the others away, resulting in being left out. Again, something he would never openly admit to feeling anything else but indifferent about.

The voice in his ear wasn’t necessarily unexpected, but still made him tense for a fraction of a second. More because he had let himself get lost in thought and lose sense of what was around him and not because of the person the voice belonged to.

Seifer Almasy, once an enemy, now comrade. Someone he had grown up with, though unfortunate circumstances had led them down different roads. It felt like a strange twist of fate that they would be brought back together.

He also figured Seifer would likely be teaching him the ropes of the magic he would be wielding soon, especially since Squall wasn’t at the same level Seifer was at. 

He quirked a brow and let the man steal the cigarette from his hand, before drawing another out of the pack. “Ahh, not yet. But who says I’ll let you know when I do?” he drawled on, with a smirk on his lips. Pulling out his lighter, he lit the cigarette, then offered it to Seifer to light his own. “Afraid that I’ll like the same thing you do?”

A light chuckle escaped his lips before he took a long drag, blowing the smoke through his nose as his gaze shifted back out towards the group training on the grounds. It was no secret that he was a womanizer, though if there was a man who struck his fancy he’d be found attempting to woo them as well. However, as he had gotten older, the wooing slowed. More because hopping from bed to bed wasn’t a way he wanted to live his life, especially when he was on the road a lot.

He went quiet for a moment, before he finally turned his attention back to the man standing there. “I hear my skill set isn’t ideal for the Kingsglaive. A gunslinger is more the, what was it.. Crownsguard type, but I was told there’s some promise in me.” Another drag with another chuckle. “Gonna teach me all about that fancy magic you have?”

#hyperionalmasy #.rp #.Wow he's a bit cocky #.where is this coming from? #.Have fun Seifer X) #.I'm so excited to see more between these two

[cookignis]

@hyperionalmasy​ replied: OMG???? I LOVE THIS???? excuse the screaming haha, I love the nurses from Silent Hill and this is -amazing-!

thank you!! it was super fun to make! but yessss I love the nurses! they’re so freaky and cool! <333

#;ooc #hyperionalmasy #//this was when i first made the costume and my dress didn't quite dye as I liked it #//as it is now it's filthy looking

[regisluciscaelum]

Prisoner of War

Closed Starter for @hyperionalmasy​.

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The court had argued for hours. Mors hadn’t been any help- it had been Regis’ project, after all. Whatever fallout of any decisions that were to be made would rest squarely on his shoulders. If Regis hadn’t known any better, he would have viewed this as Mors finally granting him some regal responsibilities. That was the easiest explanation- the one the people were swallowing as if it were a spoon full of sugar. Their fear of the King should have taught them better. Mors had allowed Regis to handle this one, not because he was finally viewing his son as ready to inherit court affairs, but because he was hoping for Regis to fail miserably. It would prove that Mors’ teachings were correct, and whatever it was Regis had been trying to accomplish here was nothing but a child’s dream. Mors would then have the authority to disband the Glaives without the people of the provinces questioning the move and creating unrest. A sly, calculated move.

But the prince was confident with his decisions, and Mors was only getting more bitter in his old age. That would prove to be his downfall, as even Mors’ most loyal councilmen could not argue their ridiculous strings that Mors himself had wanted attached. Insurance to make sure it failed. But they hadn’t gotten away with it. So here he was, standing in the cold, winter air, tucking his black and gold fur coat a little closer to his body and cursing his affinity with fire. The cold always made him uncomfortable, but the Wall over Leide was trapping it in, making snows heavier. The greenhouse effect even granting some flurries in places it normally wouldn’t snow.

The crown jewel of Lucis was freezing, but the battlefields were colder still. Setting his jaw tightly, Regis huffed out a breath through his nose, infusing it with a bit of magick. A spurt of fire burst from his nostrils, warming the air around him slightly. “How much longer until they arrive?” He asked, not bothering to look at the Crownsguard he was speaking to. Clarus stood his silent vigil to his right, as he always did. “Any moment now, your highness.” “The Glaives are ready to receive them?” “Yes, your highness.” “... And the prisoner?” “Tightly secured.”

‘Tightly secured?’ Wasn’t the man injured? This made Regis’ eyes narrow. He’d been downed on the battlefield already. Was there really any need to...? Well. If it were, say, Cor who had gone down and gotten captured, he was sure the enemy would spare no caution on his transport. Despite Cor only being a child. The same could be said for this man. He was a terror on the battlefield, after all. Still- the way they said it didn’t sit entirely right with him. Were they using Regis’ preferred method of humane war prisoner transportation? Or were they going against his wishes and using Mors’? Shiva’s Frosty Tits. Perhaps he hadn’t quite managed to avoid any council influence getting into this. Regis felt a pang of something difficult to describe flutter in his gut as the transport vehicles rounded the roadway and drove into the Citadel courtyard. Whoever this man was, no matter who he had been before, he was officially being forced to play a very dangerous game. He’d be a political pawn in his father’s court. And that wasn’t to even broach on the subject of whether or not he would be willing to take Regis’ deal- he had told the soldiers to hold off on giving him the blond man’s response. Regis had wanted to hear it directly from the Wildefire of Niflheim himself. As the vehicles began to come to a stop, the provincials started pouring out. Regis nodded as they gave sloppy, untrained, awe-filled salutes his way. He wasn’t going to scold them. They’d only just been plucked from the jaws of death. What he was most interested in; however, was the armored vehicle with the heavily weaponized transport. When the vehicle rounded the circle and moved to back up, the other vehicles swiftly got out of the way. After a moment, the armored vehicle with a Gatling gun mounted on the roof- and a soldier manning that gun- finally came to a stop just a few feet away from the Prince and his guard. “... Open it.” Regis ordered, and a flurry of activity began. Locks were removed off of even more locks, and the giant, steel doors took their time to open. Regis, not wanting to see what sort of condition the man was in first, because it would surely interrupt his own train of thought, turned his gaze towards the license plate of the vehicle instead as the doors flew open. “Well?” he called out, knowing the prisoner could hear him now, “Have you made your decision?” Whatever the man said now would determine whether or not he would be taken to the Glaive’s barracks, or the dungeons for severe interrogation. Regis prayed it would be the barracks. 

#long post #Tags to be determined #{Blood Steel and Brotherhood| Front Lines of Accordo} #rp #Prisoner of War #{Under the Monster's Rule| Prince Regis} #hyperionalmasy

[turkoftheslums]

@hyperionalmasy​:

https://www.deviantart.com/kellyjane/art/Cloud-is-slightly-mean-90831422

Can I just… send you this regarding your latest reblog? Because… :’D

You have no idea how much I love this image

#hyperionalmasy #Submission #OoC #I would have snorted if I wasn't on the phone to my mum #FaveNSave #made a new post because tunglr refused to post the submission itself

[peacefuleyes]

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

Nonverbal Memes | status: open

  He stood at one of the doors in the hall of the hotel, repurposed to refugee housing after the fall of Insomnia, gazing up at the tarnished numbers hung cockeyed. He glanced at the address scrawled on the piece of paper in his hand, drawing a deep breath into his chest before exhaling it with a soft huff and nodding. He’d come to the city looking for stories — civilian stories, military stories, stories of survivors, stories of fallen, anything he could get his hands on. One of the local relief effort coordinators directed him to the address in hand, a Glaive by the name of Seifer Almasy who had served during the fall; a Glaive born a Niff who carried the same blonde hair and strong, angular features condemned by many — particularly those who had lost homes and family members in the skirmish. 

  He lifted his hand, rapping his knuckles on the door before shifting his weight over one leg and tucking his notepad under his arm to check the watch on his wrist. Half-passed 3:30pm and it was getting dark already he noted as he glanced back over his shoulder out over the rails to the horizon.

#hyperionalmasy #✒║v; Tales of the People (XV) #«✒️» m; Seifer

[alcxandros]

look into my eyes (pre ff8 too ~)

@hyperionalmasy

I see:

Absolute Conviction  |  Aggression  |  Ambition  |  Anger  |  Anxiety  |  Apathy  |  Arrogance  |  Bloodthirst  |  Bravery  |  Compassion  |  Confidence  |  Conflict  | Courage  |  Darkness  |  Defeat |  Denial  |  Desire  |  Despair  |  Determination  |  Devotion  |  Disappointment  |  Distrust  |  Dominance  |  Emptiness  |  an Enemy  |  Enlightenment  |  Envy  |  Excitement  |  Exhaustion  |  Elitism  |  Experience  |  Fear  |  a Friend  |  a Future  |  Gentleness  |  Greed  |  Grief  |  Guilt  |  Honesty  |  Honor  |  Hope  |  Hostility  |  Ignorance  |  an Illness  |  Insecurity  |  Integrity  |  Intoxication  |  Kindness  |  Lies  |  Loneliness  |  Longing  |  Loss  |  a Lover  |  Loyalty  |  Malicious Intent  |  Mania  |  Melancholy  |  Misery  |  Negativity  |  Overcompensation  |  Pain  |  Paranoia  |  Passion  |  Perseverance  |  Pettiness  |  Pity  |  Positivity  |  Pressure  |  Pride  |  a Purpose  |  Racism  |  Regret  |  Resentment  |  Resignation  |  Resolve  |  Sadness  |  Self-Hatred  |  Sexism  |  Shattered Remains  |  a Shining Light  |  Something Familiar  |  Spite  |  Stress  |  Stupidity  |  Submission  |  Tranquility  |  Trauma  |  Trust  |  Vengeance  |  Warmth  |  Wisdom  |  Wrath  |  a Cry for Help  |  Something Eating Your Mind  |  the Years have Changed You

You’re:

Animalistic  |  Approachable  |  Broken  |  Closed-Off  |  Cold  |  Crafty  |  Crazy  |  Defensive  |  Devious  |  Difficult  |  Disheartened  |  Emotionally Detached  |  Frightened  |  Frightening  |  Genuine  |  Guarded  |  Headstrong  |  Heartless  |  Human  |  Immature  |  Impatient  |  Inhuman  |  Insane  |  Intuitive  |  Lost  |  Mature  |  Noble  |  Patient  |  Pitiful  |  Primitive  |  Pure  |  Reliable  |  Remorseless  |  Reserved  |  Resourceful  |  Short-Tempered  |  Simplistic  |  Sly  |  Soft-Hearted  |  Struggling  |  a Threat  |  Trapped  |  a Troublemaker  |  Trusting  |  Understanding  |  Unique |   Unpredictable  |  Unwavering  |  a Victim  |  Wicked  |  Feeling Vindictive  |  Guilty of Something  |  Hiding Something  |  Lost in Thought  |  Planning Something  |  Scared of Me  |  Scaring Me  |  Someone I can Trust  |  Someone I Can’t Recognize Anymore  |  Someone to Fear  |  Someone Worthy of Respect  |  Weak to Manipulation  |  Weighed by Something

You:

Aren’t Being Yourself  |  Belittle Yourself  |  Don’t Want to Hurt Me  |  Don’t Want to Leave Me  |  Drown Yourself in Something  |  Feel Alone  |  Feel Empowered  |  Have a Plan that Involves Me  |  Have No One Else to Turn to  |  Have Nowhere Else to Go  |  Have Seen Some Things  |  Haven’t Been Sleeping  |  Lie to Yourself  |  Lost Faith/Trust in Me  |  Lost Something/Someone Important  |  Need Me/my Help  |  No Longer Believe Me  |  See Me as a Thing  |  See Me as Someone Else  |  Seek to Hurt/Harm  |  Seek to Manipulate  |  Think Highly of Yourself  |  Think I’m Hiding Something  |  Think Little of Yourself  |  Think You Know Best  |  Want to Hurt Me  |  Want to Protect Me  |  Want to Sleep with Me  |  Want to Use Me

#assumtions just being flung out there fjdkalsf;sd #[ answered ] #hyperionalmasy

[light-of-judgment]

7. What is their fondest memory? Their worst?

Your Muses Backstory 

Dangit! you just had to make me think with this one, didn’t you?

Fondest memory: I really haven’t done any deep diving into this specific instance but I mention in a drabble I did called “Orphan” that he was adopted by a really decent family that took good care of him when he was 7 and that’s where he got his last name. That year, Kefka really just got to be a normal kid (albeit one wracked with constant anxiety). He got to experience things like holidays and a birthday and didn’t have to worry about fighting with other kids or food anxiety. I feel like, despite the fact that it really only lasted about a year, it really helped hold him over from going off the deep end sooner than he did because it showed him that he didn’t need to be afraid of every adult. 

That said, I don’t think if you’d ask him about it now, he’d even remember it happening because his mind was so fractured after the infusions. 

Worst memory?

Definitely killing Leo, which I go into detail about in like 20 other asks so I’m not going to really elaborate on it here. 

Thank you for the ask!

#hyperionalmasy #ooc #headcanons #Oh? Then...welcome to my barbequeue!

[divinedaemonic]

7. What is their fondest memory? Their worst?

Your Muse’s Backstory

It’s extremely sappy and not a specific memory as such but the sound of his mother’s voice when she would read to him. She always put her all in to any fiction she read, reading with passion. And when she read nonfiction to him, it was never in a tone that ever sounded like she doubted he would understand. She always nurtured his hunger for knowledge and helped him feed it. Or, at least, that’s the fondest memory that is still held within sanity. Theres a lot that comes later - like Angelgard, but its all long since been tinged with mania and fond becomes less fitting to describe them

The worst would probably be the first while after losing his leg. The conditions of the field hospital were just atrocious and this was when he was still rather patriotic so while he was suffering, he was surrounded with the suffering of his fellows. The disgust he felt at being shown what his prosthetic would be inspired so much of his work. It’s why he became an engineer, the anguish that came with all of that and the fact that it felt like Nibelheim had failed all their injured men. 

#headcanon tbt #hyperionalmasy

[irvinexxkinneas]

( GRIP ) holding mine by the back of the neck.

Seduction Starters

To say Irvine may have pressed one too many buttons that evening wouldn’t have been an over exaggeration. He was learning exactly what to say and do to get under Seifer’s skin, and enjoyed every moment of it. 

Why, though, he wasn’t sure. He did want to try and befriend the man again, and yet, watching him get upset, swearing at him, was almost better than warming up to him. He reasoned with himself though that this could be how they became better friends. Get the shit out of the way to see the real men underneath.

So, when he had the opportunity to spar with Seifer again, he took it, knowing full well that it likely wasn’t going to end on a positive note for him.

How right he was.

As they sparred, the verbal jabs flew almost as fast as the physical ones. Each man trying to purposefully get under the others skin. Digging up dirt from their past, jabbing at their appearance, and their fighting style. The words didn’t hurt quite as much as the swords did, however, but they still did their job.

Still, Seifer was still better at close combat, and somehow, Irvine had been flipped around, his sword knocked from his hand, and was now pushed up against the pillar. Seifer’s hand was on the back of his neck holding him there as the man got right next to his ear. “Next time, Kinneas, I won’t go so easy on you, and that pretty face of yours will get fucked up instead of your feelings.” 

It was said as a low growl, and that did things to Irvine, but it wasn’t quite enough to stop him from continuously pressing those buttons.

“I think you like my pretty face too much to ruin it, Almasy.” Irvine chuckled lightly as he smirked, turning his head just enough so the man could see. It garnered the exact reaction he was hoping for as Seifer’s grip tightened and pressed him against the pillars a little harder. There was no hiding the soft whine that slipped from his lips then.

Seifer snorted in Irvines ear and shook his head. “Keep dreamin’, Cowboy. You may be pretty, but your mouth runs too much for my liking.”

Another chuckle, and Irvine couldn’t help himself. “You know, there are ways of shuttin’ me up, blondie.”

“And what makes you think I actually want you?”

"The fact that you’re still holdin’ me up against the pillar tells me otherwise, but now you can’t say I never offered.”

#hyperionalmasy #.sinday #.on a monday #.god damnit Irvie #.He... just really likes pushing Seifer's buttons...? #.He likes it a little rough it seems << #.the muse got sleepy halfway through so... I hope it reads okay!