#like I’m so happy for the cast and Zack for getting to say fuck you to Wh*don

[withgreatpowercomesmyfuckingdick]

i am just here to talk not very a ask because if i can't say it, i will probably destroy someone house.

i have been thinking what was going on in cloud's head before tifa went in and put him back together ?

Like i think that we all could see how cloud talk about the nibelhiem accident. Even if he was just putting himself in place of zack that is to much. it dosn't fell like the zack from crisis core you know ?

i think that cloud brain creat memories by taking a vag felling of how the things went and use the emotion accociate with it, then fell it what is left of it with the " first class soldier, friend with sephiroth like you know zack ". wich give that hell of a fanfiction. cloud was next to his idol, so he must have quite the happy emotion, and sephiroth acted that way because in the logic of " cloud being zack" it wouldn't make any sense for sephiroth to not act on it even it may have been a little bit exagere by the feeling of that time.

and then there is that wierd felling that it dosn't stick with the rest of any implied memories. you know. i don't know how to explain it, maybe it's final fantasy 7 ( 1997) that is influenced me here. please tell me that i am not the only one who can see a 180° change in atmosphere when it's about that memory ( i know that they did it this way for the lovely fan we are but dang it's destroying my view of cloud. seeing cloud with emotion on his face has actually wierd me out, his the one wtih the stoïque one, you know ? )

plus has anyone ever ask what cloud remember in between the memory of tifa and being a first ?

and why does cloud shoose zack or not tifa or hell sephiroth himself ? plus he seem to remember zack before that little discour of his. what if when zack said to cloud that he would be his legacy, cloud broken mind took it literaly and for the event to have sense ,zack as a person had to go. it's why ex-first claas cloud do not have zack personality :"]

it's probably extremely wrong, i am still stuck with ff7 ( 1997 ) and can't get myself aroud the remake . like at all. stone face cloud, stays my favorite boy .

ooooooh this is a very interesting ask/ramble this might take me a sec to break down.

edit: this was in my drafts for a few days and ended up very lengthy, but I promise I didn’t forget you LOL. I’m going to give a header for each question for ease of reading. Thanks for the ask, and read more should you be interested in the rambles you set off for me 😂

What was going on in Cloud’s head before Tifa helped put him back together?/What’s with the tone change in his memories of Sane!Sephiroth?

The mind is very fascinating. The closest real life experience i’ve been able to relate to Cloud’s situation is friends I’ve had with dissociative identity disorder (DID). the mind on its own is very much capable of twisting events and compartmentalizing them between personalities. Cloud’s case is an extreme case in that 1) there’s a fucking alien involved and 2) the effects were basically amnesiac. He literally couldn’t retrieve the memories by himself because of how well his brain did in compartmentalizing his trauma, which is fucked up, since all it really did was leave him with the effects of his trauma without knowing the cause. So. Yeah lol.

I get what you’re saying with the memory thing and the gap though. The change in atmosphere IS stark.

I think the big thing to remember here is that Cloud’s brain isn’t just casting itself as Zack. He is Zack’s legacy, what Cloud interprets as being what Zack represents. Seeing as Cloud sees Zack through some rose-colored glasses for sure, there’s plenty of room for error. And who of us doesn’t look at our friends and think, “Everyone should love you like I love you”? Like you said, part of it could certainly be Cloud’s personal of bias of “how the fuck could someone not like Zack?” and it skews the memory.

However, I have a theory I personally prefer: The addition of Jenova cells in the equation. The lines between minds affected by Jenova cells is evidently thin, there’s no reason why it wouldn’t be even thinner between Zack and Cloud considering their trust in each other and everything they’ve been through. Couple that with Zack constantly telling Cloud past stories and you have falsely constructed memories all over Cloud’s brain. Maybe Cloud heard those stories and the ‘memories’ we see are his brain taking creative liberty. Like you said, taking what he knows and just filling things in based on how he assumes they would act. Maybe those are actually Zack’s memories, somewhat transferred due to their joint prolonged exposure to J-cells and each other, glorified a bit thanks to Zack trying to filter the stories for his paralyzed friend. We probably won’t get the full scope until Rebirth, but I’m pretty sure we’ll find out.

What does Cloud remember in between the memory of Tifa and being a First?

I’d say very little if any at all. There’s evidence in Rebirth that he hadn’t even remembered their promise on the water tower, a very important motive behind his wanting to become a SOLDIER in the first place, until she’d mentioned it. In fact, I’d say his memory of her is pretty much gone, and looking at it from the “I’m Zack” standpoint it makes sense.

Everything in Nibelheim is attached to a very heavy feeling of shame for Cloud. He wouldn’t even take his helmet off going back because he was so ashamed about talking shit he couldn’t back up. Tifa is the main person he feels he let down by not getting into SOLDIER. Reread that: Tifa is the main person he feels he let down by not getting into SOLDIER. The very existence of her memory is a threat to his alternate personality as a First SOLDIER. That shame and his fabrication can’t coexist, so it makes sense to me that Cloud’s brain pretty much eliminated Tifa before he sees her again.

There’s also evidence he doesn’t remember his time at Shinra at all aside from his ‘Zack’ memories. I don’t remember if it was in the OG, but the Remake makes it very pointed when Cloud runs into a soldier that recognizes him and he has no idea who they are. So this alternate personality thing pretty much erased his life aside from very basic knowledge, from my understanding.

(Which is why playing with his character is so fun for me because, technically, for all of FF7, Cloud is OOC. Crisis Core Cloud is the more accurate rendition of him. Smacking them together into one guy is the closest to Cloud’s true post-trauma personality we get. But that’s a rant for another day.)

Why did Cloud choose Zack and not Tifa/Sephiroth/someone else?

First off I’d like to say, and I think people forget this: Cloud thought he was the only survivor of Nibelheim for years. Cloud thought he was the only survivor of a genocide. That shit is heavy. And who was there after all of it plus all the bullshit with Hojo? Zack.

Sephiroth was his hero, but he turned to a villain. Tifa was his goal, but as far as he knows, she’s too dead to care what he does now. But Zack was Cloud’s friend, and that never changed. Zack was everything he had left.

And here’s another thought: I said earlier that Jenova cells in the both of them probably excaberated Cloud’s mental break. Cloud’s brain probably didn’t consciously decide “Oh, I’ll be Zack now.” What it did was replace his trauma with the safest option. If the majority of his trauma and grief is tied to Zack then, boom, we take Zack out of the picture. It was probably even convenient, since his memories of being paralyzed and experimented on are also inextricably tied to Zack. So naturally, they have to pack it up too. Zack is the one that got wiped out of Cloud’s memory because losing him is apparently where Cloud’s brain drew the line for trauma capacity. Even though Cloud went through a shitton with Sephiroth and Hojo, it was ultimately Zack’s death that pushed him over the edge. Out of everything that happened, Zack dying is what his brain decided Cloud couldn’t handle. Zack’s request for Cloud to be his legacy, as sweet as it is, probably didn’t help.

(Clawing at my hair because Zack, you could’ve said literally anything else. I know it’s symbolic in his approval of Cloud and his trust in his friend etc etc but couldn’t you have said something with LESS emotional and psychological damage? Goddamnit, Zack.)

Naturally, logical vacancies are left. Who’s the First SOLDIER that helps Nibelheim? Hm, must be Cloud. But if he helped Nibelheim, then who discovered Sephiroth in the Manor? Must be Cloud. If he talked to Sephiroth in the Manor, then he must’ve known Sephiroth, and how does one know Sephiroth? You should be a First SOLDIER. In Cloud’s head it comes full circle because there’s a SUBSTANTIAL gap that used to be filled with Zack. We could say that either 1) J-cells made his memory fucky and having some of Zack’s memories in his head accelerated his faulty logic or 2) the memories we ‘see’ aren’t even real and are just wallpapers Cloud’s brain hung over the holes in his memory.

Enjoyed breaking this down, but overall you’re very correct! And I mean, it’s fair to favor the original over the Remake! I think we all subconsciously default to the 1997 canon, because I certainly do. I’m literally using the 1997 canon and just nabbing little details from the Remake because I like the world building and the NPCs and the new visuals we have for battle and magic and what not. Thank you so so much for this ask and I’m sorry if my text wall was a little much in reply 😂

#ff7 #final fantasy 7 #cloud strife #sephiroth #ffvii #ff7 cloud #zack fair #final fantasy vii #ff7 zack #liddle’s asks #ff7 cc #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy 7 remake #rambles #liddle theories

[verified-villain-fxcker]

Regardless whether you like the film or not, everyone should keep in mind why the Snyder Cut being released is so important.

Not because it’s a “4 hour superior Justice League” but because Zack Snyder’s daughter died, he went off the film to grieve (VERY understandably so), and then Joss Whedon came in and tore his film to absolute shreds while harassing the cast and crew to horrific extents during reshoots.

If you like or dislike the film, that’s perfectly all right, but EVERYONE should look at this and see what a victory it is for Zack Snyder, his family and the cast and crew of the film.

#reviewing this post I think the term victory is a little much tbh but so many people reblogged it by now it doesn’t even matter #I haven’t seen it yet but my hot take still stands even if I wind up not liking it #Snyder cut #zack snyder’s justice league #justice league #like we can all argue about the film itself but the events surrounding this release should be taken into consideration ALWAYS #like I’m so happy for the cast and Zack for getting to say fuck you to Wh*don #joss whedon #zack snyder #ray fisher #jason mamoa #ezra miller #dceu #gal gaddot #Wonder Woman #aquaman #flash #Batman #henry cavill #Superman #cyborg #for autumn

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October Movie Reviews

Maybe I should have just stopped my Halloween movie marathon early... I wasn’t having a lot of luck finding movies I really liked at the start, so when I finally found a couple that were good I shouldn’t have pushed my luck past that... Anyways... I did decide to push my luck past that... To my own dismay...

Army of the Dead

Army of the Dead is a zombie movie by Zack Snyder. Which is probably why the movie poster looks like some kind of bootleg Suicide Squad movie... That should have been a huge red flag for me because the guy has never made a single movie I liked... well... outside of Dawn of the Dead... And even that one is a so dumb I can’t not watch it sort of guilty pleasure...

So Army of the Dead is basically just Ocean's Eleven during the zombie apocalypse. Only it isn’t really... It tries to set itself up as being that, but it’s actually Watership Down during the zombie apocalypse... on account of you go in expecting one thing and instead all you get is trauma and emotional scaring... Only it isn’t really that either... on account of it’s not actually the zombie apocalypse at all...(We only lost Las Vegas. The rest of the world is still fine.) But when I say this movie hurts, I mean it sucker punches you right in the feels before the opening credits are even finished rolling, slaps you in the face repeatedly throughout its runtime, and then kicks you in the balls before it rolls the end credits. This is a movie that introduces you to a whole cast of fun and likable characters, who you will get attached to, and then forces you to watch them all die in the most depressing ways possible. I’m talking happy endings for no one... Except the big bad guy... Well, he didn’t exactly get a happy ending, but the worst that happened to him was that he wasn’t able to become even more insanely rich than he already was. I mean, really... Am I supposed to get some kind of satisfaction out of his mild disappointment that his plan failed and now he’s going to have to drink away his sorrows as he walks away unscathed and remains a rich evil bastard?

The story is basically that we lost Las Vegas to a zombie outbreak and now the whole thing is walled off. A Japanese businessman/casino owner hires a man who survived the original outbreak and helped others escape the city before it was walled off to go back into the city and get all the money out of his casino‘s vault before the government drops a nuke on it. He has to put together a team to do this which includes his two surviving buddies who helped him back during the original outbreak. A coyote haunted by the regret of all the people she’s left behind to get them into the city. A smartass, cigar smoking mechanic/pilot to get them out of the city. A couple of street kids who kill zombies on tiktok for fun to provide extra fire power. A nerdy German locksmith to crack the safe. An asshole, rapist border guard to serve a zombie food. And of course the babysitter sent along by their employer to stab them all in the back. Oh... and also the main guy’s daughter who forces her way onto the team so she can look for a friend who went missing inside the city... Because that’s not a liability that’s going to get everyone killed...

All in all, solid premise, solid cast of characters, lots of solid action... We have basic zombies, we have smart zombies, we have a zombie tiger, (and this is only the second time I’ve seen one of those...) we have a pregnant zombie... (Second time I’ve seen that too... Wait... yeah... We have a pregnant zombie... Just like in Dawn of the Dead, which was also by Zack Snyder... Why does this guy insist on including zombie pregnancies in every zombie movie he makes?) We have a solid double-cross. We have a solid guy who does the double-cross gets fucked moment... Everything seems in order, but ultimately it was all just very by the book, predictable, and unoriginal. I don’t know how you take an idea like Ocean's Eleven with zombies and make it so bland... It’s like a SyFy Channel original movie with higher production value...

And I don’t want to be too hard on the movie. It had a great cast who all did a really good job and created a bunch of really memorable characters... But then we get back to the fact that all of these characters get fucked... Painfully so... And suddenly I don’t really feel like praising the movie anymore. It’s pretty much just a movie for people who want to watch tragedy porn...

I give Army of the Dead a rigged slot machine that stole all of my money out of ten.

[iaintyourbro]

Even as a CT fan i still stand by what i say that Tifa deserves someone better than Cloud she’s too good for him in AC i hated how he treated her the girl was so vulnerable she needed someone to be there for her ,she’s a selfless person who thinks about other before herself ,yes as a CT i still think he was insensitive toward her esp after everything she’s gone through just to save him i still cringe the moment he become sonic just to save A but he was meh toward saving T if it wasn’t for A (1)

Sorry if i seemed like an anti C but for a girl he liked and known since childhood he sure put A before her many time a girl he knew for short period of time in the OG and a bit of the remake, sorry about that i just try to accept him but I can’t he still didn’t prove he deserves Tifa i want to see more care from him ,enough with LTD SE give is a good story this time i want to see more of Tifa, a heroine like A is so outdated she so 90s people want to see more badass heroines like T(2)

Hey anon.

I had to take a bit to think about this one last night. For one, there’s been a lot of discourse over on Twitter, and I’ve seen this rhetoric thrown around that Cloud was casting Tifa aside in favor of Aerith. It seems to upset Cloti fans and they start to question everything. 

There’s going to be links to other posts in here as well, I’ll put them as subjects come up.

I think a lot of people think Tifa deserves better. She is selfless and definitely puts others before herself constantly. The thing is, we may feel that way, but Tifa doesn’t. Tifa loves Cloud. 

What sucks about this is how much trauma both of them have been through. Cloud is just a mess. He’s seen his village burned down, his mother killed, he thought Tifa was killed, then he’s stuck in a tank and experimented on for four years, they get out, he sees his best friend die in front of him, and he mentally completely collapses and creates his false persona. Then while that’s going on, when he meets up with Tifa and fully assembles this new Cloud personality, we go on the adventure.

Then Aerith pops in. You’re with her for a very short time and she’s killed in front of him. Cloud also attempted to kill her twice before this. Add this to the already compounding shit that’s happened to him. 

Cloud ultimately was Aerith’s bodyguard. Cloud historically takes these types of responsibilities very seriously. He did in BC with somebody he barely knew. He knew Aerith, so that makes it even worse. He couldn’t protect her.

I also think that CoT does Cloud some justice. AC is where things get hairy and he got that Emo Cloud reputation that seemed to never leave him. Remake is clearing that up. The devs keep saying Cloud is an awkward dude. He’s not emo. 

Case of Tifa and The Kids are Alright

Tifa and Cloud deal with their guilt differently. Tifa pretends everything is fine. Even then, Cloud picks up on the issues in CoT and tells her that he’ll remind her to be strong. This scene takes place before the downward spiral starts with him. 

I feel like with AC they’ve released a lot of information to clarify that Cloud’s issue with Aerith was guilt related not pining. In these discussions, Zack is also forgotten, and I’d say Zack had an even bigger impact on Cloud due to their relationship and the amount of time he knew the guy. 

Why Zack is Important to Cloud

I have my thoughts on why they did what they did with AC. They also changed AC and rereleased it which in itself says they realized they may have made a few mistakes and/or just wanted to clarify the story. 

In terms of Cloud putting Aerith as a higher priority,  I need examples. Many of the ones I’ve been presented with over the last week are pieces of scenes to justify a point. The whole scene isn’t taken into account.

For example, the Train Graveyard (full of fun scenes, honestly), before Eligon when Cloud saves Aerith, this moment is regarded as so romantic. Fact is, he gets her out of the way, gets up, doesn’t even check on her and walks away. Tifa takes the baton and deals with Aerith’s well being. 

One of the funnier ones to me that they will blatantly ignore is when the train falls. He clearly diverts to his left to cover Tifa. The screenshots and analysis for that scene are below. There are also things to look at on the cargo container fall and the triple arm grab. (Part 4 of this series was more of a parody)

Train Graveyard Part 1 Falling in the cargo container Triple Arm Grab

Train Graveyard Part 2   Triple Arm Grab

Train Graveyard Part 3  Part 1 of the RUN scene

Train Graveyard Part 3.5 Part 2 of the RUN scene

Train Graveyard Part 5 Cloud and Tifa nope the fuck out

We’ve got Chapter 17 with the Whisper Tornado that Aerith gets stuck in. Tifa is the one who saves her from it. Cloud is standing right next to her and does nothing. 

The Shinra building rescue is often brought up as well. They claim Tifa didn’t care about saving Aerith, but it’s so far from the truth it hurts. Tifa and Barret both know the situation with Elmyra the first time they talk to her about this is escalating. Remember, Cloud is mentally 16. He thinks he can keep pushing and get his way. Ultimately the team calms him down and they go back to Sector 7. 

Cloud was very concerned about Tifa during Chapter 13. He didn’t seem to be in a rush at all to get back to Elmyra’s house. He was happy they found Wedge. 

So we go through the night, you get one of three resolutions. The next morning, Tifa and Barret back Cloud up in going to the Shinra building. They make it up there and Tifa gets discouraged because there is a very large security presence. Some say SEE SHE DIDN’T WANT TO GO, CLOUD HAD TO TELL HER.

Except it’s BARRET that says that. Tifa thinks it may be a lost cause. Barret says some lost causes are worth fighting for. Cloud then says “Let’s just think this through.” He wasn’t disagreeing with Tifa. Then Tifa is the one who points out the truck to get them in. Seems like she’s helping.

Once there, you have a few times when Cloud has to remind Barret to stay the course. There’s one time he reminds Tifa and that’s if you take the elevator. She’s also going down a bad path. Their goal is to rescue Aerith. He’s trying to keep her on track. 

Don Corneo’s basement is another one brought up. Cloud helps Aerith up. Why wouldn’t he? Girl just got knocked out with gas. He doesn’t blow Tifa off.

We can talk about how he blows Tifa off in Chapter 9 as soon as he sees the Chocobo Wagon too. Except once Aerith is up and goes over to see Aerith. 

Chocobo Cart: Cloud in Screenshots

Cloud and Chocobo Sam

I’m not really sure why they’re so hellbent on making people think that he only cares about one person. Cloud cares about EVERYBODY he meets. They show it with Avalanche, they show it even with Barret and Red. He’s not a douchebag.

In terms of Cloud deserving Tifa, I am really torn on it. Yes, she deserves the best. I then look at Cloud and think of how much has happened to him (and to Tifa) and if he really does make Tifa happy, then my opinion doesn’t matter much.

I think once we get through Remake, we’ll have a better idea of how Cloud will be. He’s already pretty affectionate towards Tifa, so I’m not sure. 

I am curious about specific examples though to the second part of your question about him caring more about Aerith. 

This post has other links to other users’ blogs in it to go over the LTD discourse. 

The Future of the LTD

[fingerboardrhapsodist]

Okay. As much as I can remember, stuck in one spot. Gonna do the one thing to keep length short. Unsure if that works for every variation of connection, but...y'know.

OKAY. So Hojo goes off to his meeting. Me and Aerith sit and chat for a bit. EVENTUALLY Hojo runs by to his shitty perch to watch whatever chaos is going on elsewhere in his lab, which turns out to be Cloud and the others coming to bail Aerith out. They all seem pretty surprised to see me there too, apparently they thought I'd died in the plate falling. Which was terrible and I am not going to think on it ever again after this if I can help it.

So anyways, Hojo dumps some shit on everybody outside the tank while we're stuck watching from the inside, talking shit about how Aerith definitely chose to come here blah blah or are you saying you own her, Cloud and Zack had some colorful shit to say to him that I shall not repeat here for politeness' sake, they straight up wipe the floor with whatever Hojo tosses their way. Looking good while they do it. Hojo starts some monologue shit at Cloud after Cloud threatens to gut him and Hojo gets blasted by something or another in the middle of it and gets basically yote out the door. So Barret breaks the tank's door open which shorts out something but we didn't exactly realize until a few minutes later. Cloud looked like he was having a bit of head trouble after Hojo started his shit, but he recovered fast enough, so nobody really commented on it.

Some dingdongs in armor show up and get their asses beat quite soundly by literally every other person in the room. I get greeted pretty warmly by Zack and Tifa, which is nice. Cloud kinda looks me over a little like he's doing a damage assessment, but otherwise doesn't do much but nod. Aerith and Zack are excited to see each other. Aerith and Cloud and Tifa are excited to see each other. Barret is glad to get to thank Aerith for getting Marlene to safety and pointedly ignores anything going on in my direction. It's nice to see everybody all together and reasonably happy to have survived all of this bullshit of the last...has it only been three days? REALLY three days??

We get started moving. And then there's this pattering of paws and clacking of claws, that I'm the first to notice because I have amazing hearing apparently. And we meet Red! For like fifteen seconds before he tears ass off to try and find Hojo to wreak more havoc on his nads probably. Pops through some of that fucking bulletproof glass like it's NOTHING. Everyone's kinda startled and reminded that we're in the middle of the weasel bastard's lab, Aerith takes off after Red while Barret's just kinda wondering what the fuck is going on.

Follow after Aerith with zero hesitation, get that weird tingly feeling of materia magic healing and I STILL have no fucking clue who cast it because nobody will own up to doing it. It was somebody behind me. Apparently my leg that I broke that Aerith healed up as much as she could was causing a bit of a limp and that was Noted. Anyways, we get up to where Red's trying to give Hojo some nice facial decorations with his claws, Red doesn't get to Hojo in time for it and then turns to look at us because we got him backed into a fucking corner now like some fucking geniuses we are.

Basically everyone else worries we're gonna have to fight the poor bastard, but Aerith just walks up and pats him on the head like she's telling him he's a good boy and Red just goes from 'fuck Hojo and fuck you too if you're in a 30 foot radius around me or him right now' to zen as fuck. Hackles go down, ears relax, shakes stress and anger out of his bones and fur like he's shaking water off him, kinda finds a comfortable way to hold himself for a bit...and Barret goes 'what the hell is that,' like, to everyone else. And Red just goes 'FASCINATING QUESTION' which just. Fucking floors Barret I swear. Little discussion is had, we get his Hojo designation, he dodges questions about another name...

Cloud has some trouble for a bit there. Kind of looked like flash migraines or something? Basically kinda just...passes out. Like one second he's shuffling and everyone's kinda hesitating like 'should we go offer help orrr' and then he's tipping over and everybody scrambles after him like 'SHIT SHIT FUCK' trying to keep him from clonking his head on something. I'm the first one there, because fuck you I'm Sheikah, Zack is second because fuck you he's SOLDIER, Aerith directs us someplace relatively safe for a bit for Cloud to recover. Set him down and get him comfortable there.

Until he was up again, nobody really said anything, just sorta sat there contemplating life choices and wondering if you can die from migraines. A bit of chatter happens when he wakes up, about if Cloud was okay or if he should keep resting, but then we get on the topic of Aerith because Cloud changes subjects with the stealth and smoothness of a handful of gravel to the face. Uh yeah no I'm good no really I'm fine hey Aerith uhhhhh you gotta talk to us some here what aren't you telling us.

Some questions about what she...is, gets asked, and answered to the best of her ability. Entire conversation gets derailed by Barret deciding he's going to start some shit, which everybody has been trying to prevent the entire way up the building. Also apparently we're near the top floor of the massive stupid fucking building. Wondered if I could gravity walk my entire way down the side of the fucker or if I would run out of magic halfway and fucking die by falling the rest.

Basically everybody talks Barret down from the shit and then whatever yote Hojo earlier showed up again apparently. Everyone was talking about them, and they were apparently bothering Aerith, but I could not see shit besides the fact that it looked like there was a breeze from shit circling around her like a tornado and it was whipping her hair and clothes around a little bit.

Barret asked questions and was accidentally rude. Red showed he has an amazing sense of humor while explaining what the fuck was happening in a way that made zero sense to me and I may have to ask for clarification later. The things on the wall flipped on like a slate, and Wedge was in the thing like a video talking to us. Could apparently see and hear and respond to us like in person, though. Was really cool and something I am going to have to weasel out of Purah if I can when I get back home. If I get back.

Anyhow, Wedge apparently had everyone else worried, which made me kind of think maybe he got caught in the plate falling and survived like I did. Which is great odds, by the way, I like Wedge. Guy's a sweetheart. Dude ranks high on the 'people I would kill and/or die for' list. Anyhow, apparently he's in the building, and got there just in time to almost warn us about the building suddenly shaking which very nearly made me shit my pants in fear by the way.

So like...we're talking to him, there's a guy with an absolutely excellent beard and mustache talking, and I am at that unique intersection of exhausted, hungry, amped up on adrenaline, and shocked by the shit I've seen in the last 24 hours that all I hear is the noise of my ears ringing. I could not tell you what he sounded like or give a hint on what he said. I was a thousand paces away in another world staring at the grass or some shit.

Everyone seems ready to head out, so I go ahead and just follow suit because honestly, I have no idea what's been planned or what's going on. I am just...I'm so out of it. We go down and around and everywhere in between to get out, apparently, I don't even fucking know, and while everybody is trying to move something, I hear this weird soft pattering that's just uneven and out of place enough that my brain registers it. So I move my head around about the same time as Zack and Cloud do, because fuck you I am Sheikah and they are SOLDIER, and there's these monster things that are kind of people shaped but wow shit they are fucked up that just crawl out of the woodwork like a nest of mice unearthed because you picked up the board their burrow is placed under.

Beat the shit out of them, went in the tank elevator behind Hojo's close monitoring station. Around this thing. Pretty uneventful. Then good view of the thing in the middle, and just...I know that the thing is important, but absolutely none of what is said registers beyond a few fragments. Cloud starts having problems again, there is just. I get that there was someone there. I know that the others responded somehow, and Cloud was responding in a worrying way. But a lot of that is just...it's like a watercolor painting that hasn't been cured and you just upended a cup of water over it. Everything is blurry, hard for me to parse or find clear detail, but also unevenly so. I can remember some bits of colors, and that they're important. Sounds were...mostly distorted? I have no fucking clue what happened, but the last clear thing I remember for a while is movement, a lot of loud at once, and then just...falling. And then things go dark REAL fast.

No idea how long it took me to wake up, but realized I was laying on the floor and got up all confused for a bit and then realized the place we were earlier is like, several floors up from where I am. I think, anyways, a little hard to figure when there are no actual floors at reasonable height just a bunch of shit on the walls. Can hear combat all over the fucking place, it sounds like everybody got scattered all over the joint and everyone is beating the shit out of SOMETHING.

First person I run into is Tifa. Second is Aerith. Find the others all dealing with a bunch of asshole experiment things and while the girls rain junk down on them, I nail a few with arrows. Almost meet up with em, but there's some fuckshit in the way. Some talking shit happens with another of those two way video things. Hojo starts some shit and we end up having to jump through hoops and murder shit and work some other shit and most of it is boring repeating of 'flipped a switch bigger than we are, fought a thing, got stuck, had to have somebody else go do the thing so find another of those two way video stations and explain we're stuck so it's on you now, wait, repeat.'

I got to help out some with getting across wide gaps, which was cool. Red got dropped onto our level at one point, so we had to go help him. Ran around a lot, killed monsters and monsters and monsters and monsters a lot, flipped switches a lot. More running, more monsters, more switches. The Drum is a lot less interesting than mine is. Thunder Drum could kick that thing's ass anyday.

Apparently Red NEARLY got Hojo's head off his shoulders during all of that. I wish so, so badly that it had. I got new scars after all the shit in the place. Nice long slice down my back, few scratch scars on my right hip, multiple bite marks basically everywhere except vital spots, basically. SOMEHOW managed to keep teeth away from super important areas. I have nO idea how.

There is a lot more to unpack but I don't want to unpack right now so I will file that way for the next breakdown I have because I am a useless piece of shit that is dead weight except when I am awesome or whatever the fuck my brain likes to dunk me into when my emotions take a nosedive. Point I will make is, shit was fucked, and though I may eventually go 'lol fun' at a part or two, I think it will take a long, long time before I can do so. Honestly, anyways. Dishonestly I will do the moment I finish this thing and hit post. Don't you judge me.

Big monster! Beat it up. SO MANY FUCKING MONSTERS. I know I keep saying it and it is probably annoying but holy SHIT. WHY do you NEED SO MANY FUCKING MONSTERS, SIR? The supply was NEVER ENDING. Just when I thought we were going to have enough monster corpses to fill up the whole fucking joint with them, we ran across one BIG fucker at the end. Who I think was actually mostly mechanical instead of some horrible flesh sculpture. Then everybody got reunited after Aerith nearly crushed Cloud, Zack and Barret with a big round door. Lots of cheerfulness after that, I said, sarcastically, to indicate the opposite in fact: things were kinda awkward for two seconds and then there was two seconds of okay lol cool and then back to business we went to get the fuck out of Hojo's Happy Nightmare Land.

We finally. FINALLY got to the top. Back to where The Thing In The Tank I Should Know Words About But Don't was. And the tank was popped and the thinger is gone. Lots of mess spattered about. Everyone is weirded the FUCK out and cautious. Get out the door. And shit is just...dead fucking silent for a while. Only thing we hear besides our own heartbeats and panicked breathing is our fucking footsteps, okay?

Go through some doors and kind of up some stairs, and I start hearing something. Faint as fuck to start. Then as everyone else starts to register it, I realize what it is. Somebody yelling for help. Brain kicked into helper mode at that point, but, uh...well. I kind of couldn't really brain well enough to figure out how to help this guy I didn't know up from hanging over what amounts to a two minute free fall. Every option that popped into my head was dismissed because I could see outcomes where I slipped, he slipped, something bad happen very bad do not. Barret just reaches down and grabs this dude to yank his ass up and starts on the most fucking amazing, badass words I have ever heard from somebody who was not my brother. My brother has had lifetimes to come up with this shit and hold on to it for a rainy day. But the line Barret said just slapped me and called me a bitch. It bought me fucking dinner before how fucked my brain got by it, I was SO fucking tickled, okay.

So we get this guy who is apparently the one guy I initially said I would gut for wrecking shit, and we get him AWAY from death. We follow him on his jittery dash into the building again. And the dude just sort of flips a switch somewhere to go from terrified old man who is generally harmless to 'I am going to make your life suck more in the next two seconds than it has the rest of the time you have been or will be alive, mostly because you will not be alive in the next few seconds' type of fuckery looking asshole. Points some shit at Barret, talks some shit, basically calls him a fucking idiot for not just chucking his ass off the top of the building. Which I'm starting to agree with at this point because old man what the fuck is wrong with you.

And then just....I don't remember. So much here. I remember that the old man bitch was just....suddenly dead, and Barret got dropped, and then I just sort of woke up on the floor later. Everyone was more tired, Barret looked pretty bad but was still around, we made our way out the door again and one of those metal things was gonna land and it just fucking...it almost hit me, I swear to fuck. It exploded.

Then on comes this other fucking metal flying thing. Out steps somebody whose name was probably said but my memory is still kinda fuzzy and I did not have a lot of time to parse anything. All I got was after a bit, it's time for everyone to run, we get a distance away and I register kind of off in the distance somehow that Cloud and Zack aren't there. And then Tifa just fucking vanishes after my brain makes that connection. So it's like...where the fuck are half of us. I promised I would keep some folks among the living, I am going to catch hands if I let some shit happen to them now.

And of course, before I can do much on that track, the ground under me starts moving because wait shit we were in an elevator, we are suddenly getting shot at, and I have to somehow focus enough to murder some shit and not die and maybe keep these others from dying too. And then falling. And then more oh shit oh fuck the shooting is back.

And then the funniest exchange I have ever had a part in. I don't know why I can remember this so well but it fucking tickles me, okay. This fucking bitch standing there like he's important starts with his superior 'lol who are these losers' shit. Barret, all serious, says he's from AVALANCHE, then around the time Aerith pipes up literally a quarter second later my brain goes 'time to be a bastard man' and it's already working on what mine will be, but Aerith goes 'local florist!' and I can tell Red is powering the FUCK up to just floor me so I get my 'mute asshole with magic' shit in while I still can, RIGHT before he opens his mouth to go 'LAB RAT DOG' and I CAN NOT even take this shit seriously with like thirty weapons pointed at us I just fucking start wheezing so hard it sounds like a pelican choking on a coconut.

I don't have time to recompose myself before Tifa pops in with the truck, Cloud and Zack absolutely blow me away with their motorcycles, and I get shoved into the back of the truck next to Barret and Red before they take off because I am so out of it anymore I just can't do some of this shit on my own anymore.

I get a little break at the start when we take off out of the place and finally get on the high road and can clear my head enough to actually start processing shit like a normal people again. Can finally see what the fuck is circling the building, whatever they are called, and just...I don't know what they are, the words for them, any of that. I just know those are the things that abducted Hojo and did the weird 'something invisible hit me and I fell down' shit before.

So like...there's a lot of other motorcycles with dillweeds on them so Barret and I snipe a few when we can safely do so. It's pretty rare because Cloud and Zack are all over the place on their motorcycles, but we do get a few great shots in, including mine where my arrow hit right in front of this guy on the seat and would have hit him if it was like half an inch further and he fucking pissed himself and crashed.

And then that big.....robot fucker. Who I couldn't reliably hit without endangering Cloud or Zack or the rest of us because of the chance of rebounding scrap or arrow fragments, much less a miss. Got to thunder it once we got to the end of the line, though. Lightning spell to the eyes always seems to work with tech.

I...remember there being something after this and before the next part. But it's just...a lot of it is a blur, or missing like someone tore pages out of a book I haven't read before but left a few little scraps here and there, fragments with a name and a snippet of information that I can't quite piece into a whole picture. I remember that afterwards it started to feel like the inside of my skull was scraped and raw, the backs of my eyes aching and so, so bad. And then we were just...back by the truck and motorcycles. It was like I had a big sheet of heavy cloth hung over me that muffled everything and blocked it out, and then suddenly it got yanked back and everything was too bright, too intense, and then it slowly just backed down to tolerable. To where I could see again, hear again. Things made sense again.

And then...it was time to go down. Start moving forward. Cloud and Tifa refused to break the truck or motorcycle by driving it off the high road, but Zack just went 'haha watch this' and jumped it down and I swear everyone else had a mini heart attack but it made it down okay. I have no fucking clue how. I can't replicate it. I don't want to try.

And then...we walked. Until it got to a point it was safe to stop, they felt. And then I got the pot down and food started, and I just...I thought I was going to close my eyes for a second, and then I woke up to Tifa saying she wasn't sure how to do what was needed for the food because it's not her setup and whatnot, so I showed her, and then dozed off again, and woke up again and just...food. And then more sleep. And now I'm here, writing all of this out for you to read, while I struggle to keep everything in generally the correct order and figure out how the fuck to handle the things that I can't explain or name happening.

And I am exhausted. We have a few hours before it's time to get moving again, and I am not on watch, so I am going to crash for a bit longer. I will respond later if anybody has questions or whatever.

#long post #ask to tag

[sapphire-weapon]

The fight with Cloud in remake. I cannot get over Rufus speaking to him like that. That was flirting right? Or something else? Anyway, I'm trying to figure out WHY. Then I thought about Roche. We see this example of how crazy actual SOLDIERs are. Does Rufus know this and him behaving that way was to test Cloud to see if he actually was? Cloud says "Think you got my number?" and Rufus says "Not at all." Maybe overthinking. Maybe just a fun scene where he's simply taunting and the player enjoys.

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rufus talked to him like that because he’s been on house arrest for six years and this fight is the closest thing he’s had to sex in all that time. it’s as intimate an interaction he’s had with another human being in a very long time that requires a lot of physical movement and effort and focus, and rufus builds himself up into a visible flop sweat during it. it’s sex for him.

like that sounds like a shitpost but i really think that’s the genuine answer.

the shinra family fucks. there’s a very high libido running through that whole bloodline. and nojima goes out of his way to make sure that we all know it. 

president shinra is the biggest sleaze in the entire compilation, and the longer the compilation goes on, the more canonical notches get added to his metaphorical bedpost. rufus has a line in the kids are alright when he learns about evan’s existence where he just kind of looks at tseng and goes “another secretary?”

in the kids are alright, evan can’t stop waxing on poetic in the narration about tifa’s boobs. he also takes one look at rufus and thinks to himself “oh my god this man’s going to steal my girl. oh my god he’s going to fuck the shit out of her.” and he dwells on that thought for like... at least five chapters. he even makes mention (through cheeky metaphor and allusion) that rufus’s dick is probably bigger than his.

and rufus? looks at evan and goes “oh wow he does look just like dad. if he fucks the same kinds of girls that i do, then i guess there’s probably no denying that we’re related.”

i’m not kidding.

Rufus couldn’t help but look him over. He was clasping his hat tightly with both hands. He seemed nervous. His hair colour was the same. His eyes— he inherited his Father’s eyes. Even his eyebrows. While he himself looked more like his mother, Evan had his father’s features. Overall, they were pretty similar. Different mothers, same father, if there was consistency in his taste in women, Rufus was convinced it was inevitable.

also very interesting that the prose here makes mention that rufus looks more like his mom than his dad, but that’s a different post.

the shinra family (plus aeris, remake!jessie, and OG zack) are the only characters that nojima actually confirms outright to be Fucking Horny. (tifa i left off the list because the highwind scene is optional and it’s not born from Horny thoughts, just intimate ones.) nojima doesn’t give a sex drive like this to anyone else [in the main cast]. no one else has sexual thoughts like these characters do. not cloud, not reno (who you’d think he would, considering how horny the rest of the fandom seems to see him -- but no, reno has no canonical sex drive), not even barret -- WHO HAD A WIFE FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

rufus shinra fucks. and if cloud showed an actual interest, rufus probably would’ve fucked him right there on the helipad. i’m not sure that rufus would’ve liked it, but he would’ve done it, because he’s been cooped up for so damn long and needed an outlet.

i seriously can’t believe this is a sincere meta analysis post i just made. what the fuck, kazushige nojima. 

#absolutehysteria

[hadesglance]

All hail the new queen...- 28 (Hades Original Story)

You fought your way through the maze of the underworld to make a deal with the King…intrigued the lonely king listens…

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six Part Seven  Part Eight   Part Nine  Part Ten  Part Eleven Part Twelve  Part Thirteen  Part Fourteen  Part Fifteen  Part Sixteen Part Seventeen  Part Eighteen  Part Nineteen   Part Twenty  Part Twenty-One   Part Twenty-Two  Part Twenty-Three  Part Twenty-Four  Part Twenty-Five  Part Twenty-Six  Part Twenty-Seven

“Slow down…” You stared at him worry filling you.

“Y/N?” You both looked over to your mother standing with two cups of what you assumed to be tea, in her hands a confused and concerned look.

“Ma…I’m…this is Nick’s brother, Zack.” You rattled off quickly, “Something’s happened to their other brother Paul…I’m gonna go with Zack and meet Nick at the hospital.”

“Oh my…” Your mother looked at you worried, “Please let me know if I can do anything. Give Nick my love.”

You walked over to her kissing her cheek, “I love you so much…”

“Oh… Lígo…everything will be fine.” She told you when you hugged her. She rubbed your back supportively before kissing your cheek.

You gave her a smile before turning to Zeus hoping she was right, “Let’s go.”

He took you outside putting his arm around you using the same method of travel Hades did popping you outside the guard house of your home. You looked over seeing Apollo and Poseidon applying pressure to Charon's chest, “What happened?”

You knelt down next to Charon passed out as Zeus filled you in, “We found him like this after…a spell was broken on Athna, alerting us that she was a distraction…Charon will live, but we can’t reach Hades.”

“What? For how long?” You stood back up clenching your fist as you looked between Zeus and Poseidon.

Zeus glanced over to his brother before he explained, “For us, a few hours, for you…a week…”

“I don’t understand…” You looked at them all slowly your brow coming together, “So you’ve been in touch with him all week…he’s been texting me…”

“No, Y/N…” Zeus frowned putting his hands on your arms, “Cronus is a manipulator of time and he has done something to this place and to Athena…”

“Athena, does she-”

“Please, Y/N, there is not much time!” Zeus interrupted you squeezing your arms tightly, “Regardless of how everything is possible, it’s all immaterial because my brother is in that house…the Underworld… with our father, and you are the only one who can get in there without Charon’s permission.”

You looked back toward the house staring at it, “H-he’s still in there?”

Poseidon stood up walking over to you, “Y/N, you just have to get in there and hide until we can get Charon awake. Once he is you can give him permission to let us in.”

“But he is in there, right?” You looked at her eyes turning fierce. When they didn’t respond you turned toward the gate pushing it open.

“Y/N, wait.” You paused looking at Apollo who pulled out a phone from his pocket, “Call your number, then at least you can tell us what’s going on.”

After setting everything up you started the walk to the house. Your heart was thumping against your chest you were sure you were going to get a bruise. Thankfully, listening to the banter of gods cut some of the edge off, “When did you get one of these?”

Apollo responded distantly, “Since doing sweeps with Hades. He was always texting Y/N…thought I’d look into it. I do have a steady following still and it’s easier to blend into a crowd with one of these things pressed against your face.”

“You’re too smart for your own good, and a bad liar.” Zeus told him trying to sound aloof. It wasn’t working.

“Liar? I don’t know what you’re referring to.” Apollo muttered.

“He’s referring to your new friendship with Y/N.” Poseidon piped in with a sigh, “Now enough, she’s almost there and we don’t need to distract her or cause anyone to notice her.”

“We’re muting ourselves Y/N…just be safe…above all hide, do not try to be a hero.” Zeus warned you quietly, “Hades would never forgive me if you got hurt.”

“I’ll be careful…” You told them taking a deep breath before walking into the garage. Nothing seemed amiss in here.

You touched the doorknob to the kitchen swallowing down the fear as you pushed it open. You stepped inside instantly feeling cold as you saw your breath on the air. You moved through the dark hall slowly stopping when you saw the wall marred with large gashes and smeared blood. You heart began to race as you turned away rushing forward.

The house was a mess, and your fear kept growing the more damage you saw. More blood on the floor…handprints on the walls. Unable you contain yourself anymore you began whispering, “No…no no no…”

You rushed into his office and everything froze. Destroyed wasn’t even a word to describe what you were seeing. Debris from the furniture was scattered everywhere. You put your hand to your mouth choking down a sob as you stepped further in seeing his bident cast off to the side.

You stopped once more when you saw a glimmer out of the corner of your eye. Against the damaged wall was a floating sphere. You stepped toward it whispering, “…I don’t see anyone…there’s a lot of damage everywhere…and blood…”

You stopped watching the sphere glow, whisps moving around it like fog. It was like it was calling to you, echos in  the back of you mind, “There’s this strange thing in his office…a glowing sphere…I’ve never seen it before.”

You reached out towards it, “Y/N, whatever you don’-”

A hot blinding flash flung you back across the room. You landed roughly on your knees gasping as the air was knocked from you. You lifted your head when you heard someone speak, “Lilly, I'd like you to gather everyone in the foyer for a meeting, please.”

“Hades…” You stared at him relieved until you heard a low voice in response to him.

“…hello, boy…” You watched Hades go rigid not turning around, “Come now…say hello to your father.”

Hades’ hand extended calling for this bident, but as quickly as he turned to throw it, Cronus was on top of him slamming him against the desk sending everything into the air. Hades cried out as his father pressed him in the chest with the pommel of a large scythe, the sheer force cracking the desk in two, “Still pathetic…I thought you were supposed to be a king!”

“Hades!” You cried getting up to your feet rushing forward to push Cronus away only to stumble through his image. You fell to your knees again shuddering before looking back at them as Cronus lifted Hades up by the shirt. You saw so much fear in Hades eyes. He was right back in that cell so many centuries ago.

You cried out in vein as he attempted to fight Cronus. His father simply parried his bident away sending it clattering across the room, “You think a toy like that can kill me!”

“Stop...please, please stop…” You sobbed as he rained a beating down on Hades that explained the state of the room.

Cronus stopped chest heaving up and down as he stood over Hades’ body as a noise seemed to catch his attention. As the titan moved away you rushed over to look at Hades. He was alive but you weren’t sure if he could move, “Hades…move…you have to move…”

“Huh…” Your eyes flicked over to Cronus near the broken desk Hades’ phone in his hand, “You’ve missed you lover’s messages…shall I reply to her for you?”

You felt sick. You had thought something was wrong after you were sent away. The texts you received we so detached and lacked the formality Hades would use.

“Fuck you…” You looked back to Hades pushing his shaking form off the ground. Blood streamed down his face as he glared at him, those once blue eyes purple and afraid.

“Oh, maybe there is something left in there worth saving.” Cronus smirked as he pocketed the phone. You screamed for Hades to run as his father strode forward in no great hurry. Hades turned running out into the hall slamming into the smearing blood across it as he pushed himself to get away, “Boy…do not make this harder…”

You kept with Hades wishing there was anything you could do for him. He stumbled out into the living room falling to his knees gasping for air as he clutched his side clearly wounded, “You have to move, Hades…get up. Get up!”

He wasn’t fast enough. Cronus wrapped his large fingers into his hair yanking him forward until he slammed his back into the wall placing the blade of the scythe against his throat, “I do enjoy a chase, and it has been a while…”

“But no matter what you do, son…” Cronus leaned in as Hades let out a sad child like whimper, “I will break you, and I will turn you into the tool I need to destroy Olympus and get my power back.”

“Stop!” You cried out as Cronus stepped back with such speed the scythe pulled back. That’s when you saw it…his eyes shift over to you.

“Shall I show you the rest? There is quite a bit more…” His question hung in the air as ice filled your veins, “Or would you rather leave it to your imagination?”

Your vision blurred the more you stood there, “Just…stop…please leave him…”

“I imagine you’re begging me to stop right now…” He stepped way from Hades and you watched his form dissolve into light, “the beauty of manipulating time is you get to replay everything until you get exactly what you want out of it…”

You blinked sinking to your knees, “…what have you done to him?”

“Mm…” He tilted his head as he leaned on the sycthe, “taken back what’s mine…you do understand I’m not here, right? I’m not quite aware of how quickly mortals catch on to things. Your kind didn’t exist until late in the war. You seem bright though, but damn…those others in that cesspit of an institution you call a school…I will have to fix that…”

You were shaking so much as he went on, “I will cut right to it…Aïdōneús is mine, and I intend to shape him into what he was meant to be.”

He stepped forward kneeling down looking you in the eyes, “But I imagine your strange infatuation won’t stop you at all…so please, come to Tartarus, Y/N. I’d be happy to talk to you there about this whole situation.”

His form faded away the same way Hades’ had leaving you with the image of his sick grin. You leaned forward wrapping your arms around yourself until your forehead pressed against the floor. You let out sob shaking until it was hard to breath, until you screamed.

You sat there letting silence fall over you. You didn’t know how long you just stayed there in the destruction of the house until you tensed feeling a warm hand press against your shoulder. Raising your head slowly you saw a worn and tired Charon, “My lady…there are people at the door…should I allow them in?”

You let out a stifled sob as you nodded. He pulled you into his arms as you began to cry again and only passed you off to Hera and Persephone when everyone arrived.

Everything buzzed around you. Directions where being handed out, people moved through the house. Faces came into view checking on you, then disappeared when Hera said something to them. Finally, when everything was declared safe you were moved to your room and laid in bed.

The last thing you remember before blacking out was hearing a whisper in your ear, “Looking forward to talking again…”

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[avasilvugh]

"Just stay with me." + trimberly for prompt thing if you don't mind:))

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When Kim wakes up, it kind of feels like she’s on fire.  Still on fire?  She has vague memories of being on fire from before she woke up, but those could be holdovers from the last traumatic battle or something.

What’s certain is that her whole body hurts - hurts in the kind of way that it hasn’t hurt since she became a fucking superhero - and that she’s terrified for her friends.

Kim bolts upright despite the spike of pain she feels everywhere, radiating out from her chest.  Her vision is blurred, hazy and dark around the edges, and the only thing she knows is that she needs to go, needs to find her friends, needs to help them, protect them.  

Through the haze of her panic, she feels someone pushing her shoulders back firmly.

“…you have to…”

“…let her…”

“…holy shit!”

In broken patches, she can feel herself morph; an arm enclosed in pink armor, then bare again.  Her shoulder.  Part of her face.  Each time, it feels like her armor is clawing its way through her.  Each time, Kim thinks she screams.

“Kim–.”

…

When Kim wakes up, her whole body hurts - this deep ache that spreads out through her, making it painful to breathe.  Her throat is raw.  She tastes blood.

She tries to move, but the ache is too deep, too strong, sharpens into something world-ending.  Someone shrieks.

It takes a long moment to realize that someone is her.

…

When Kim wakes up, she doesn’t know where she is.  Not at first anyway, not when she blearily opens her eyes and adjusts to the semi-darkness of the room.

It’s not quite enough to set her nerves on edge, but almost.  Almost enough to raise the alarm.  

Someone warm is holding her hand.  Turning her head to see who it is feels like a monumental challenge, overcome only by Kim’s own near blind-curiosity now that her interest has been piqued.

For a terrifying moment, Kim can’t think of the name of the girl curled up in the chair beside her.  Can’t conjure any concrete details about her.  But she looks comfortingly familiar; even if Kim’s brain can’t bring forth her name, her heart remembers loving her.  So it’s okay.  It’s okay.

…

When Kim wakes up, her head is fucking pounding.

“Fuck,” she grumbles, going to roll onto her side and finding, irritatingly enough, that she can’t for the ache in her ribs.

There’s a brief flicker of movement beside her and she looks up just in time to see Trini drag a hand down her face, her expression of relief tempered by exhaustion.

Kim glances down at herself – yep, that’s the med bay bed.  And yes, those are bandages.  She pieces the rest together quickly enough.

Looking back to Trini, Kim offers a weak smile.  “Don’t take this the wrong way,” she croaks.  “But you look like shit.”

For a split second, Trini wears this adorable look of bewilderment.  Kim adores that expression, loves catching Trini off-guard enough that she doesn’t have quite enough time to school her features into her usual mask of neutrality.  Loves knowing that she’s still able to fluster the other girl so completely.

“You asshole,” Trini hisses after a beat, her previously adorable expression morphing into one equals parts furious and terrified, relieved and righteously indignant.  “You got blown up, you’re not allowed to crack jokes.”  She pulls away, drawing into herself more with each word she says and it breaks Kim to watch.

Sure, she may not remember the whole getting blown up bit, but she sure as hell feels guilty about it if it makes Trini hold herself away like this, like she’s afraid to touch or be touched.

“I’m sure I had a good reason,” Kim offers weakly, even though she knows that there are only a handful of reasons good enough to warrant getting blown up.  One of them is staring her down with incredulous eyes at this very moment.  Not that Kim will share that with her, at least not at this very moment.

There’s this face Trini pulls when she wants to say something, but won’t; her brows furrow just the slightest, her jaw sets like she’s actively holding herself back from speaking.  Kim’s well-acquainted with it, has honed the skills to push just enough to get her girlfriend to finally, finally say what’s on her mind.

Somehow, when she sees this looks appear now, she has a sinking feeling that all her hard-won knowledge of the ins and outs of Trini Gomez won’t do shit for her.

“Trini, I–,” she starts, cut off by Jason slamming into view of the open med-bay door, closely followed by Zack and Billy.

“Holy shit, Kim,” Jason pants, doubling over as he reaches her bedside.  “You - you gave us a fucking scare.”

Zack, arguably, has the best bedside manner of the whole team.  He comes in quietly, asks her seriously, “How are you feeling?” as he adjusts the blankets over her legs.

“‘ve been better,” Kim mumbles, eyes still on Trini even as the other girl stares up at the ceiling.  She finally turns to look at the boys on her other side.  “What happened?”

Jason and Zack exchange a look; Zack sends a furtive glance in Trini’s direction and presumably receives no answer.

Over their shoulders, Billy hovers, worried.  “You absorbed a bomb,” he supplies, turning his attention onto the control panel mounted on the wall.  “Do you not remember that?”

Oh.  Right.

Here’s the thing: Kim still doesn’t really remember the actual event.  Like – Billy says you absorbed a bomb and it matches up, roughly speaking, with the way Kim’s body feels, but there’s this gaping hole in her memory around whatever happened, a disconnect between the way she feels and what she remembers.

“We were -,” she stumbles over her words, head throbbing.  “We were fighting?”

“You don’t remember?” Jason asks, alarmed.  “Billy?”  He turns to the other boy, already deep in discussion with Alpha-5 about brain injuries and traumatic amnesia and Kim’s head is swimming in it, in the thought that she doesn’t remember, in the thought that she can’t remember, and Trini still can’t look at her.

“Hey,” Zack soothes, glancing between Kim and Trini, worry written across his face.  “Kimmy–,” Kim won’t even hold the name against him, “–you gotta stay calm, okay?  You just woke up.”

Kim focuses on Zack, then.  Everything else sucks.  Her chest aches, each breath a sharp pain, and apparently she literally got blown up, and there’s a selfish, pitifully needy part of her that just wants Trini to get over whatever it is she’s stewing on and crawl into bed beside Kim, just wants the reassuring weight and warmth of the other girl pressed up against her side.

Without the words or the wherewithal to ask for that, Kim focuses on Zack.  On the feeling of his hand on her wrist.  On his breathing, carefully controlled.  Obviously measured for her benefit.

He raises his eyebrows in a silent question and Kim’s not sure of what the answer should be, but maybe he sees whatever it is that he needs to see, because then Zack is on his feet again, his hand still carefully lain over Kim’s arm.

“Hey guys,” he says, drawing Jason and Billy’s attention.  Alpha-5, oblivious, whirls over to the readout of Kim’s vitals along the wall.  “I think Kimmy needs her rest,” Zack tells them.  “She’s awake, she’s lucid.  Let’s give her some room.”

Jason looks like he’s on the verge of protest, his Team Dad instinct kicking into overdrive, but it’s Billy that looks to Kim for confirmation, concern written in the crease between his brows.  “Would that be better?” he asks.  “I know I didn’t like it when my mom hovered when I would get sick as a kid.  It would make sense if you didn’t like it now.”

Kim nods, grateful for the out.  It’s not that she doesn’t want her family near - because that’s what they are to her now, Kim realizes with a jolt: family in a way that her own parents could never even dream of – but their concern is making her claustrophobic, only serving to reinforce just how close to death Kim apparently came.

“We’ll just be – we’ll be right out in the Roost,” Jason says haltingly, obviously hating the idea that he’s being dismissed from his duties.  He rubs at the back of his neck roughly, looking haggard.  “If anything changes–.”

“Jace,” Kim manages, her voice rough with disuse.  “I’m fairly sure you’ll know if something’s gone wrong long before I will.”

That placates him a little, Kim thinks, if his shoulders slumping is any indicator, some tension relieved at least.  

“Okay,” he assents, though he still doesn’t look happy about it.  

The boys shuffle out after saying their goodbyes, Jason casting a final worried look over his shoulder before he disappears down the hall.

And then it’s quiet.  Alpha’s gentle whirring disappears as he makes himself scarce, slipping out of the room to head to the supply closet, Kim’s sure.

Beside her, Trini shifts in her seat, obviously uncomfortable.  “I should let you rest,” she says after a long, silent moment as she makes to stand.

“Trini,” Kim murmurs, exhausted.

“I’ll be nearby,” she promises halfheartedly.

It feels like something’s broken between them and Kim can’t remember what it is or when she broke it – because it must have been her, right?  She must have done something or said something that put Trini off, brought them back to where they were at the start: Trini, skittish and distrustful, always keeping her thoughts to herself.  Kim, making it worse.

“Trini,” Kim manages again, her voice breaking and eyes burning.  God, this is pathetic.  She’s pathetic.  That doesn’t stop her from adding, as Trini slips out of her chair and rounds the corner of the cot, “I’m sorry.”

It’s enough to make the other girl freeze, snapping her head to look at Kim with this unreadable expression.  “Don’t do that,” she says.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t–,” Trini crosses her arms tightly over her chest.  “I don’t know.  It’s like you think I’m mad at you.”

“Aren’t you?”  It might be the fact that she’s recently out of a coma or that, she’s sure, she sustained a wild amount of head trauma, but Kim feels like she has whiplash, her head spinning.  Isn’t Trini mad at her?  Isn’t that why she won’t come any closer?

“I – I’m mad.  But not at you,” Trini sighs.  “I’m mad that you almost died.  And,” she struggles for a moment, her eyes darting around the room.  “And I’m mad that I couldn’t protect you.”

Oh.

“Trini,” Kim breathes.

“You probably don’t remember this,” Trini states, voice tight, “but my Zord was in better condition.  I should have been the one to take the hit.”

“Trini.”

“You were on fire, Kimberly.  You just – you were just falling and I really–.”  Trini chokes on her words, swaying on her feet.  Kim reaches for her and she doesn’t pull away, lets Kim weakly pull her closer.  “I really thought I was going to lose you,” Trini manages finally, her hip bumping against the edge of Kim’s cot.  

“I…” Kim trails off, at a loss of what to say.  She thinks that maybe it would have been better if Trini was mad at her – at least she knows how to fix that.  She’s not sure what she can do here.

If this all went down how Kim thinks it did – throwing herself between a bomb and everyone else to dull the impact, putting herself in danger to avoid Trini being in danger – well, Kim can’t bring herself to regret it.  Can’t muster a sincere apology, because she knows that she would have never forgiven herself if she hadn’t done it, if she’d watched Trini’s Zord go up in flames.

But she can manage a sincere apology for the dark rings under Trini’s eyes.  For the way Trini’s clutching her hand, like she’s not sure Kim’s real.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” Kim tells her earnestly.  “But please don’t be angry with yourself because I’m a self-sacrificial dumbass.”

Trini scoffs at Kim’s attempt to lighten the mood.  “What am I supposed to do, then?” she asks shortly.

“Just stay with me.”  Kim shuffles over in the cot with some difficulty and pats the newly opened space beside her with free hand.  “I’m pretty sure it’s the doctor’s orders.”

“Kim–.”

“If I’m not allowed to martyr myself, neither are you.”  Trini’s avoiding her eyes again, looking hard up at the ceiling, her nose red from crying.  Kim tugs on their joined hands and tries to meet Trini’s gaze as evenly as she can when the other girl finally looks at her, her eyes dark and deep and wet.  “I’m asking you to stay, Trini.  Please.”

For one long moment, Kim thinks that Trini’s going to pull away - that she’ll decide she needs some space to process, some breathing room to just get a handle on her own head.  Kim wouldn’t blame her if she did, even if she would miss her.

But then Trini’s letting go of Kim’s hand in favor of gently shuffling Kim over a little more, carving out a little more space for her to crawl into.  She curls around Kim carefully, wrapping a tentative arm around Kim’s waist.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” she says quietly, laying her head close to Kim’s on the pillow.  Her warm breath fans over Kim’s neck, sending shivers radiating out from the spot.  

Kim hums in response, wishing that she could turn onto her side to face her girlfriend.  But still – it’s nice, the reassuring warmth of Trini curled around her.

“Kim?” Trini murmurs, her lips brushing Kim’s shoulder.

“Hm?”  She laces her fingers through Trini’s, squeezing weakly.

Trini’s silent for a moment, then another.  Finally – “Thanks for, like, not dying.”

Of all the things she expected Trini to say, it wasn’t that, and it’s enough to startle a snort of laughter from Kim.

“Oh my god,” she giggles, wincing.  “Don’t make me laugh, asshole.”

She feels Trini’s lips quirk up against her skin.  “Oops,” she says, not sounding very apologetic at all.  “Don’t get blown up next time.”

#lolololol this was supposed to be for trimberly week: angst #im not Crazy about this dynamic but im easing back into writing so #power rangers 2017 #trimberly #kimberly hart #trini #i'll rebagle in the morning #katiemccgrath #human interaction #by 'this dynamic' i mean this specific dynamic i have written them not the ship #ill always be trimberly trash

[archangelsanonymous]

My experience at the RSJ album release party in my own crazy words

Let's do this.

I got there really early. Like 4 hours early. I was VIP so I got a place against the stage and he did a Q and A with Jason. It was pretty great and he talked a lot about the different songs and why he picked the covers he did. He also said that they're planning to release #2 in the spring since they recorded too much! Then we did selfie pics with him and Jason:

He pulled me aside after (see: every photo op I ever have with him) and asked if I saw the posters and was so proud and happy to show off he got them from Hatch Show Print. Then I gave him one of the pins I had and he was like "oh my god this is so cool. You make it?"

"No, Kelly did"

"Canada partner? I think I remember."

Then Jason poked him, so he thanked me and went back to selfies. Rain and I were able to stop him before he went backstage and got a chance to document this momentous occasion.

So, then the drinking and smoking began. (Okay we had already been drinking and smoking but not as much) When Lilly and I were out smoking, I see Jaci mother fucking Hays get out of an uber and I just stopped in the middle of bringing a joint to my mouth to stare as she walked by (she was on the phone so she didn't notice I think).

We get back in and the show starts with Left on Laurel. A little before this, SPN cast members started to file in and I was SO happy to see them coming out to support him. After that was The Station Breaks and dancing, drinking, smoking between sets, more drinking. Rain and I got emotional drunk for a bit there during Rich's set. Honestly people just kept handing me drinks and joints and it's not like I was gonna say NO lol I still kept my cool and knew my limits (except I vaguely remember a drunken conversation with Michael Rosenbaum about my cat not being named after his character?)

After the show but before everyone came out from backstage, I took the chance to speak to Jaci. I was like "Hi I hope this isn't weird but I'm Patty and I'm so glad to finally meet you"

And she said "oh! It's good to finally meet YOU!" Then I said I would have had her sign North Beach if I had it and she said that she would do it next time. After that, I died a bit and made the rounds to my friends, flipping my shit about it.

Then I talked to Rich twice after he came out from backstage. The first time, I hugged him and told him I was so fucking proud of him and then was like "I met your wife but I forgot to bring North Beach!"

And he dead ass says "yeah I was gonna message you and let you know she was planning to come but it wasnt for sure so I didn't want you to waste space in your bags"

I shoved him a bit and said "next time you send me that dang message cuz ITS A DVD WHAT SPACE WILL IT TAKE UP"

But he was just as excited that I got to meet Jaci as I was honestly lol

The second time was with Rain and he was just so so so happy to see both of us and said it meant a lot that we were there. We did a group hug and it felt like 3 old friends meeting after a while apart. It was amazing and that hug is gonna get me through some rough times I know it

After that, I headed outside to wait for Lilly and Mandi to decide on food. Scout comes to me and says "hey, Zack is looking for you" and pulls me over to the album mixer/engineer, Zackary Darling, and says "she's the one with the buttons" and he starts GUSHING over them. Also holy shit was he adorable and sweet and VERY ATTRACTIVE. I gave him a buisness card and he's like "so you do Dick stuff"

"A lot of Dick stuff"

"I, too, do Dick stuff as you can see"

"You should check out my Dick stuff"

"I absolutely will. On twitter too."

Then, Rich caught me one last time outside as they were leaving and we did a hug for the road and he said to have a safe flight. Jaci also said goodbye and waved!

Seriously, it was probably the best night of my life and I would not change a thing about it.

#richard speight jr #dick jr and the volunteers #album release #jason manns #the dance and how to do it #personal story

[bridget-multifandom-writer]

❝cabin in the woods❞ serial killer! Cody/Jonathan (1/2)

Title: Cabin In The Woods

Summary: You and six of your other friends go out for a camping trip. When you arrive though, you find out the dark history. In the sixties seven teens were murdered, one decade later seven more died in the exact same spot. Now it’s the eighties. Will the tradition be carried on? And is one of your friends the person behind it?

Pairing: serial killer! Cody/Jonathan x Reader

Warning(s): Smut, Oral (female receiving), Fingering, Handjob, Orgasm (female), Descriptive Details of Murder, Betrayal, and Lying. Typical tropes for slasher movies (dumb cheerleader and jock, the “I’ll be right back” character gets killed right after they say it, a cabin in the woods)

Word Count: 2,263

Parts: 1, 2

Notes: @ccodyfern got me hooked on the idea of Jonathan being a serial killer. I sent in some ask and after planning out about nine of them I decided, fuck it, I’ll just write a story.  Also inspired by the 1980s Slasher theme for AHS season nine. Which at first I wasn’t like psyched about but I am now. 

When the bell rang out loud Meagan instantly grabbed your hand. Yanking you out of your chair and only giving you a second to grab your bag. You looked at her with wide eyes “Meagan!” you yelled “I almost fell on my ass!” you said.  She laughed “But I wanna get out of this school and go camping,” she whined stopping full force at her locker.  You brace yourself so you don’t hit her and roll your eyes “You just want to make out with, Zach and Cameron,” you mutter annoyed. 

She laughed hearing your bratty behavior. Opening her locker she grabbed the few pictures she left up. Looking over at you she smiled, “I’m sorry, okay?” she asked “I’m just excited. It’s the last day of school and this is the first time we’re doing something in high school,” she explained. 

You sigh and nod “Yeah, I know... sorry I got annoyed. Who all is going?” “Uh,” she thinks “Me, you, Cameron, Zach, Sean, Angela, and I think some sophomore named Jonathan or something like that.” “Jonathan?” you ask perking up “He lives next door to me! He super sweet, he’s a little shy though.” 

She shrugs “As long as he’s cute, I don’t care!” she says in a sing-songy tone. You laugh and walk beside her hugging your books to your stomach. Meagan hums a song she heard over the intercom as you see Zach and Cameron emerge from the office. Meagan runs over to her and throws her arms around Zach before pressing a kiss on his lips. Cameron looked over with jealousy on his features. Call it sadistic, but, you couldn’t wait for this whole two-boyfriends thing to blow up in her face.  You walk over picking up her fallen books and handing them over to Cameron.  You look to the right to see Angela walking beside Jonathan as she talks to him about something. Jonathan spots you and gets a bashful smile on his face and your smile back to him. You jump when Cameron slugs his arm around your shoulder “Hey there, Y/N, ready to hear some scary stories by the firelight?” he asks.

Scary stories.... yuck. 

Your body unconsciously shivers as the words repeat through your head. Zach chortles loudly “Y/N a scardy-cat... she’ll probably get freaked out enough just by being in the woods.” You roll your eyes in response pushing Cameron arm of your shoulder. You glare at Zack “Screw off, I’m not a scardy-cat.”

Angela and Jonathan finally reach your small group. Angela smiles big “Hey! Everyone ready to go camping?” she asks messing with her dark locks. Everyone gives a yes in response, Jonathan mumbling as he shies away glancing at you. You reach out and grab his hand as the others walk off to Zach's car. You look at him with gleeful eyes “Relax... I know you can get shy in groups. It’ll be alright, they’ll get drunk off their mind by the time we actually make conversation,” you laugh. Jonathan laughs back “I’m just happy your here,” he says. 

You bite your lip and pull him along “Come on,” you urge “They’ll without us if we’re late.”

As you sit in the car, pushed inbetween Angela and Jonathan you couldn’t help but notice how isolated the woods were. You were at least fifteen miles away from anybody. As you thought about the more your mind drifted off to dark places.

The idea of someone watching you, stalking, just waiting for the right moment to get you and do whatever they want. Your breathing sped up as you built up more and more anxiety until the car came to a forceful stop and you were almost launched out of your seat. Jonathan threw his arm in front of you making almost a seatbelt and stopping you from getting thrown out of your seat. You breathed heavily looking over at Jonathan before swallowing the lump in your front “Thanks,” you breathe out.  Meagan looked over at Zach with wide eyes “What the fuck?” she spit out.  He looked over at her and shrugged “I thought there was a deer!” he says, “Get off my back.”  Cameron stretches his arm behind Meagans’ head and flicks Zach “Maybe you should get glasses, dumbass,” he says. 

Zach rolls his eyes and starts driving against. Meagan turns around and looks at your concerned “Are you okay?” she asks gathering her auburn hair into a bun. You nod “Yeah, Jonathan caught me.” She looked over at him and smiles nodding her head in approval before looking at you and winking “Nice choice,” she grins. 

Jonathan looks over at you his curly brown hair in his face. He looks confused, you just shrug and turn to face forward making sure to glare at the back of Meagan's head. 

Almost thirty minutes later the car stopped at the campsite. A small area that was clear of trees. The tents were already set up (courtesy from Cameron and Zach) and a campfire was built up in the middle of it all. Angela quickly opened the door but slammed it shut, Jonathan scoffed opening his and offering you his hand “Let me help,” he says as you grab it. 

You looked up into the sky, the sun was already setting. 

“Y/N! Come get your stuff!” Meagan yells loudly catching your attention. You look over your shoulder nodding and heading towards the car. You grabbed your small bag throwing it into one of the empty tents before sitting down. Cameron ran over to your hosting you over his shoulder “We’re all going swimming, and you're going in first!”

You all gathered around the dancing fire as the darkness came over the woods. You hug your knees to your chest for warmth as Meagan grabs yours and hers. She runs back, handing your light blue jacket. Jonathan sits beside you along with Meagan. Zach, Cameron, and Angela sit on the other side of the fire facing you. 

The fire lit up everyone's faces in a morbid light. Zach leaned forward making him easier to see "Does anybody know the story about these woods?" he asked his voice low. No one came forward so Zach continued "Two decades ago seven teenagers came out here. They were camping for three days when someone invaded the camp when their parents sent out police. All they found was the gutted bodies of the campers." 

Cold air blew hard making the leaves rattled together and the fire stir. You jumped in surprise and clutched your jacket tightly as Zach went on. He pressed his hands together “All the girls were tied up in their underwear and the boys were left in the tents. The police searched for any evidence but all that was left was the victims. They never found whoever did. One decade later, in the seventies, it happened again. Seven campers all dead. Some people think it’s a generation thing, or maybe the same guy, but everyone’s making bets that’ll happen again.“ You suck a breath in (and ignored the sinister smile Zach gave you).  You clutch your jacket tighter as Zack let’s out a laugh and pronounces he’s going to bed. Leaving you and your other five friends alone surrounding the campfire.  A hand touches yours and you jump, Jonathan gives you a gentle smile “Don’t worry, I’d never let anyone hurt you.”

You smile back at him and blush slightly. Jonathan was always so nice to you “Thanks,” you tell him for the second time this night.  He nods his head “Do you wanna go for a walk? Clear your mind a bit?” he asks.

You let out a breathy laugh, God, you were so obvious “Yeah, I’d like that.” He held out his hand after he stood up, your fingers wrapping around his as he drugged you off into the woods. 

God, this was like a bad slasher movie flick. Seven dumb kids go into the woods, two sneak off and get killed. You could already see the character cast. Meagan is the dumb, big-breasted cheerleader, her boyfriend Zach is the dumb jock, the dumb jocks best-friend, Cameron, is really a nice guy, Angela is the nerd, and Jonathan is the shy guy (that in most movies ends up being the killer). But what does that make you? The last girl?

You both walked through the woods on the gravel trail until you reached a lake. It had only been five minutes or so and you could still see the slowly dimming campfire light. Jonathan looked over at you “Zach can be a real asshole,” he says. You laugh “Tell me about it,” you pick up a rock and skip it across the lake water “He usually isn’t this bad.” Jonathan shrugs “I don’t really hang out with anyone here except for Angela. I didn’t even want to come, I only came to be around you,” he explains. You can see a slight blush on his cheeks. You smile “They’re not that bad... your probably the best though.”

Jonathan blushes even more than he already was. He turns his head to meet your glance. Slowly he closes the gap in between you two, pressing his dry lips against yours. 

You kiss him back putting your hand on his cheek. He moves his hand to your thigh sliding slight closer to you. His tongue slides against your lip, asking permission to go further. You open your mouth shyly and your tongues dance together. He slowly lets his body weight push you down your jacket meeting the cold, slightly damp, grass. Your fingers tangle in his dark curls. He disconnects you lips and nuzzles your neck before kissing it. Sucking on it lightly as you lean your head back to give him more space. He nips at your skin causing you to gasp lightly, you can feel him smile against your skin. 

He switches places to the little bit of your exposed chest to suck on. His hand trailing up your white t-shirt and lightly rubbing your covered breast. You moan and pull at his curls causing him to moan slightly against your skin. He stops sucking on your skin to look up at you. His cold blue eyes meet yours “Can I... can I do more?” he asks quietly. You smile and blush but nod for him to continue. He slowly pushes up your t-shirt and jacket exposing the flesh of your stomach to the cold air. He kisses below your breast making his way down while looking up at you. You feel his fingers slide up the back of your thighs before gripping the beginning of your shorts and underwear. He tugs them down sitting up on his knees and throwing them off to the side. 

His hands grip your thighs hosting them over his shoulders as he leans down. You can feel him breathing against your warmth. Your breathing becomes heavy as he finally takes his tongue and slowly licks up your slit. Parting your lips until he reaches your clit and wraps his lips around it. He sucks lightly flourishing in the loud breathy moan that comes out of your beautiful mouth. 

He unwraps his lips and begins to kitten lick at your heat. Sucking on you a few more times, before giving your heat a soft kiss. You bite your lip “Jonathan... please,” you beg softly. Once again you feel him smile against your skin before he gives one full lick to your core. Finally, he sped up and it was like nothing you had experienced. Sure, you had been with a couple guys before but none them were caring like this. Jonathan didn’t lap at you like a dog in heat. It was like he was gently kissing and watching for your reactions.

You feel his fingers slowly slide up your inner thigh before he pulls his mouth away. You whine at the loss of contact but it turns into a moan when Jonathan pushes his fingers into your wet core. You feel him chuckle lightly before bending his head down again and sucking on your clit. Slowly he pumps his finger in and out of you. Teasing you in the hope you’ll beg for more again. Finally, he digs his finger in knuckle deep bring it out completely to shove it in again. You moan loudly and arch your back in response to him. He disconnected from your clit to look up at you with his cold blue eyes. He slid his finger out of you again and presses another one to your hole and slowly slides them both in. He smiles as he hears you cry out his name. He lets them sit there before making a come-here motion with his finger.

He keeps doing it repeatedly and buries his head in between your thighs and sucks on your clit again. He doesn’t stop until your fingers fall out of his hair to pull at the grass and your body spasms with him between your thighs.  “Jonathan!” you cry out loudly. As you come down, he slides his fingers out of your wet core. He moves over to sit beside you and grips your face with his still wet fingers. He leans down brushing his lips against yours “You taste so good,” he murmurs against them “sweet like honey.”

You almost moan as he presses his lips against yours sliding his tongue in. Your taste still lingering on it. He pulls away with a grin and stands up stretching his arms slight “Can you walk?” he jokes. You let out a laugh yourself “Yes... now go get more shorts!” you demand, kicking him slightly. 

He grabs them and hands them to you. You notice your white cotton panties peeking out of his pant pocket. You bite back a smile as you see him catch you staring and force them down all the way. The moonlight showing his panicked eyes and red cheeks.  You grab your shorts and slide them on before standing up. Grabbing Jonathans’ hand you lead him back to the camp. You look over at him, he’s wearing a goofy smile “What is this? I mean, I don’t usually do this.” Jonathan connects his gaze with yours “Well... I’ve liked you for a while so if you wanted to be my girlfriend?” he asked shyly. You smiled and turned around pressing your lips to his “I’d love that, Jonathan,” you tell him. You wrap your arms around him and he nuzzles your neck in the same sport he left a hickey. “Your mine, now,” he mumbles.

When you arrived back and camp Jonathan excused himself as being ‘tired’. You didn’t mind you were sleepy too. As he went into the tent you sat down on one of the logs near the fire. Thinking about everything that had just happened, you didn’t notice Zach exiting Meagan tent. You heard him let out a laugh and your head jolted to were he was. He looked at you with a smile “Are you still scared from that story?” Your eyes bulged "Wh-What? No!" you exclaimed. He laughed again before placing a hand on your shoulder "You get scared so easily," he taunted "Look, nothing bad is going to happen. You got me and Cameron here and who's going to mess with two huge football players? Just relax and get some sleep, alright?" he told you. You nodded and stood up "I wasn’t scared," you say “Night, Zach.” He smiled "Night, Y/N, I'm gonna go take a whiz. I'll be right back." 

Zach walked away not noticing the looming figure that was Jonathan. He watched with rage in his eyes as you smiled at Zach and let him touch you like that. How could you? You were his. He followed Zach as he walked off into the woods and near to the lake. He watched as Zack let his pants fall down not paying attention to his surroundings. Slowly, he came up behind him taking the knife out of his pocket and digging it into his side. Zach let out a loud groan pushing Jonathan away from him. He fell down and looked up at him “What the fuck, bro?” he asks. Jonathan just crouched down pushing the knife into his chest repeatedly. By the time he was done his hands were covered in blood. 

“Zach! Where are you?” he heard Meagan yell out. Looking through the trees he caught a glimpse of her. Standing by the fire in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. Jonathan looked away and stood up, washing his hands off in the water. He grabbed his knife and slowly crept back to camp.

It was time for the rest.

Then you’d finally be just his. 

Hi! I originally was going to post a “Dating Tate Langdon Would Include” as my first post but I got spurged with inspiration and wrote this long piece in like three hours. I hope you enjoyed! Like I said this was inspired by @ccodyfern getting me hooked on serial killer Cody/Jonathan.

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[paulsons-baby]

Sarah Paulson and me. imagine #1

Sarah Paulson. What more could you say. She is a goddess, an icon, your icon, a queen. And it was that day that your life and her’s would change forever.

“(Y/N) your gonna be late for the auditions” yelled Zack, your best friend and roommate.

“I’m coming. Jesus Christ” you said running down the stairs of your house you and Zack shared. “Just give me a minute god” “ Look, I know you’re nervous because your imaginary ‘girlfriend’ is gonna be there, but come on let’s hustle bitch” Zack said laughing to himself.

“If Sarah Paulson was my girlfriend I would give you one million dollars, but she’s not and most likely will never be so, let’s get going” you scoffed rushing to the door.

“I’ll remember that when it happens” he said getting in his car to drive you to the American horror story auditions.

“What if they hate me, what if they think I’m a pathetic actor and singer” Ryan Murphy said that he was looking for a singer and actor, so since you had former singing experience and you’ve wanted to be on AHS since you saw the first season when you were 16. Now that you’re 24 and built up enough courage to audition, here you are.

“They’ll love you and if they don’t they are stupid jack asses that don’t deserve your time and hard work, do you understand me” Zack always knew how to get your confidence back in even the worst scenarios. That’s why he was your best friend. You nod.

“Now get your ass in there and show them what you’ve got girl” he said. “Did you know you’re the best” “No duh. Good luck. Love you” “ Love you more” you said shutting the car door.

As you walk in the building the nice people at the front desk gave you a number, and wished you good luck. They also told you that you were girl number 379 out of 1,000. You where not surprised that so many girl wanted to play Sarah Paulson’s girlfriend.

As the line to the audition room got shorter and shorter you felt your heat beet faster and faster. ‘What the hell am I getting my self into’ You thought as you released that in less then 5 people you would be standing in front of Ryan Murphy, Sarah Paulson, Evan Peters, and Lily Rabe.

“Number 379” a familiar voice called. You immediately knew that voice. The voice of the one and only Ryan Murphy.

As you walk in you gave yourself a mental pep talk. Then you were eye to eye with Ryan, Evan, Lily, and most important to you Sarah.

“Hello” said Ryan “Hi” you said nervously “What’s your name sweetheart” he said with a heart warming smile “(Y/N)” you stuttered. “So are you auditioning for Maddie” he said “Oh, yes. Sorry I’m just really nervous” you said looking down. “No need to be nervous. We won’t judge you” Said the one person who you wanted the hear her voice more than anything. Sarah Fucking Paulson.She was playing a woman named Ava who was an actress as well as her girlfriend Maddie. According to the scripted they survive the whole season.

You and Sarah said a few lines between each other and you swear she once winked at you.

It came time for you to sing which is when you got really nervous. “What are you going to sing (Y/N)” said Lily “Tonight you belong to me. So many people have probably sang it already” you say “Actually you’ll be our first” said Evan with a smile. Relief washed over you at his words. “Do you have music?” Asked Ryan. “I do have......” you ran to a case you brought with you. “ my ukulele” you say “ Perfect” Paulson says with a smile that could light the whole room if the lights would have been off.

“ hummm.... I know, I know, you belong to somebody new, but tonight you belong to me. Although, although, we’re apart you’re apart of my heart, and tonight you belong to me....”

As you sang and played you glanced up to see Sarah in awe of you.

When you finished they applauded you and it created a deep red blush to your face. “Thank you” you said with a smile. “I don’t think we’ve had someone sing like that all day” said Ryan. “Really?” You quetion. “I’m dead serious (Y/N), that was beyond amazing” “Thank you so much” you say as you walk out of the room.

You wait in a room full of other girls who auditioned. Then you were all escorted back into the audition room. “You all did wonderfully, we will get back to you as soon as we can, but can number 379 please stay behind” as my number was said I knew this couldn’t be good.

“(Y/N)?” Said Ryan “Yes” I replied. “Welcome to the American horror story cast” he with a huge smile. I couldn’t believe it, did I hear him correctly. “What?” “Welcome” he said once agin and hugged me.

“Here’s your scripted, and schedule, as well as information about when and where we start filming” “Thank you so much, I don’t think I can thank you enough for this opportunity!” You say. You were so happy you couldn’t hold it in. “No need to thank us, now go home and get some rest.” You obeyed, thanking them as you walked out of the room. When you open the doors to the building you saw Zack’s car when you hear someone calling your name. “(Y/N)!” They yell. You turn to see Sarah runing after you. “Hey, I just wanted to congratulate you and say how amazing you were in there. You honestly took my breath away” she said making you blush. “Also I wanted to give you my number, ya know just in case you need anything before filming.” “Sarah you don’t have to.” “I’m not taking no for an answer.” She said. ‘Omfg’ was the only thing you could think. Sarah Paulson was giving you her number willingly. “Thank you” you said taking her business card.

“Well see you soon” she says “Bye” you yell getting omg Zack’s car “I wa-“ “Don’t even”

A/N: This is my first ever imagine so please don’t hate it. Love you guys💖💖💖✌️

P.S. there will be a part two. I’m think about making this a 25-35 part Story

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson fan ficion

[ghostofviperwrites]

Respect Lost

Requested by @laziestgirlintheworld

Pairing:  El Desperado/FC

Category:   Smut

Warnings:  rough sexual encounter, spanking, gagging, reluctance

14.          Come here and get on your knees.  Show me how much of me you can swallow.

15.          You wanted me to be rough, so I’m being rough.  What’s the matter?  Can’t handle it?

You never realized the day you asked your boyfriend El Desperado to be rougher with you in the bedroom that it was the day you were making the biggest mistake of your life.   It seemed when you made the request you had flipped a switch.  Gone was the sweet attentive boyfriend you had been with for six months and in his place was a stranger.   You had wanted to be manhandled, treated like a slut.   You had gotten so much more.   You didn’t realize what you had done when you had asked for that type of treatment.   Before Despy had respected you.  Held you on a pedestal above other women.  Then you asked to be treated like no more than a common whore and he saw you for what you were.   No longer were you worthy of being worshiped and adored.   You were no better than any other woman he had fucked.  And so he was going to give you the same treatment they received.  

A few weeks ago you had been at the arena with Despy and for the first time Minoru Suzuki’s current girlfriend was there at the same time.   At first you had been embarrassed at the way Minoru treated her, how disrespectfully he handled her.  What he made her do.  You had to bury your face in Despy’s shirt at some of things you saw.  It seemed so casual. None of the guys, not even Despy, blinked an eye.  It made you realize this was probably rather commonplace and it disgusted you. Yet at the same time you couldn’t help but notice the dampness between your thighs. You were intrigued by the behavior; more so when you saw the bruises and marks adorning her body when she was stripped.   Quite clearly Minoru did not play nicely with her and you felt a yearning within you.   Then you saw Despy with the leash for the first time.   Hooking it on Iisuka and dragging the big man out to the ring.  For the first time you watched the Suzuki Gun entrance and match, getting excited as you watched Desperado handling the leash.   You imagined yourself on all fours, being pulled along by the leash and it made you wet.  

You hadn’t said a word to Despy.   Confused by the sudden yearnings in you.  Those types of thoughts had never crossed your mind before.   You had been over the moon in your relationship, happy, satisfied.   But after seeing that you were malcontent.   Making love to Despy no longer seemed to satisfy you.   Then you had overheard a discussion you weren’t meant to.  Between Despy and Zack Sabre Jr. wherein they were talking about some of their past exploits.  Hearing what he had done to women in the past made you realize he was behaving differently with you.   That he was capable of the things you were suddenly wanting.   That was what had made you decide to talk to him about your desires.  

The day had started innocently enough.   Despy had a rare day off so the two of you had slept in, making leisurely love before going out for breakfast at a small sidewalk bistro.   While you ate your mind kept wandering.   You didn’t even realize you had spaced out until Despy had called your name several times, waving his hand in front of your face to get your attention.

“I’m sorry Desp.”  You said with a smile, using his nickname. “I was just thinking.”

“About what?”  He asked with a smile, his eyebrow raising as you flushed bright red.  Now he was really curious as to what was running through your mind.  

“Nothing…I mean something obviously…but nothing.”  You stumbled on your words, flustered and could feel how flushed your face was.  You could see the curiosity in Despy’s expression and knew you were going to have to talk.  He wasn’t going to give it up.   “I’ll tell you.” You said with resignation.  “Just not here.  When we get home.”   Despy nodded and let it drop, the two of you continuing your meal in companionable silence.  

The walk home seemed to take forever, and your hand was sweaty in Despy’s grip as you realized you were getting closer to voicing your desires with every step. You cast a side eye glance at him, smiling when he caught you looking.  

“Talk to me love.”  He said as soon as you were through the door, pulling you along to the couch and settling you back against his chest.   “What’s on that pretty little mind of yours?”   You hesitated, nerves kicking in but you knew you had to speak up about your desires.  

“You’ve got to promise you won’t laugh at me or make fun of me.”  You told him.  “And no saying anything until I’m done.”  

“Okay.  I won’t say a word.” He promised.  

“This is hard for me to say.”  You started.  “I don’t want to upset you or make you think I’m not happy because I am.  But I’m not satisfied.”   You felt him tense underneath you, his hands dropping from where they had ben caressing your upper arms as you spoke.   “It’s….it’s just that I need something more.”  Suddenly restless you rose from the couch, crossing your arms across your chest as you paced the room, glancing at Despy before quickly looking away.  You couldn’t bear to see the hurt you were causing.  He looked heartbroken.  

“I love you.  I do. So much.” You said emphatically. “But I’m tired of being treated like I’m perfect.   Like I’m gonna break if you get a little rough with me.   I don’t want to be on this pedestal you have me on.  I have flaws and faults and I make mistakes.   And I don’t want to make love, I want to get fucked.”   You said it all in a rush.

“You don’t like the way I treat you?”  Desperado asked and you cringed at the blankness you heard in his voice, knowing you had put it there.  But it was too late to stop now. You had to get your feelings out.  

“No I don’t!”  You said firmly.  “I’m sick of being treated like an angel.  I’m not.  I want you to stop treating me so gently. I want rough.  I want you to fucking take what you want.  I heard you talking with Zack about the other women you’ve been with.   I want that. I want you to slap the leash on me and make me your bitch. I want you to stop treating like a lady and use me like a whore!”   Your words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, Desperado not saying a word as you fidgeted nervously.  

“Fine.”  He said, his voice devoid of the loving emotion that usually rang through it when he spoke to you.  “You want me to treat you like all the others.   Like a common slut?”  He looked at you, trapping you in his cold gaze.   “Then I will.”

You watched warily as he unbuckled his pants, pulling out his cock and stroking it.  “Come here and get on your knees.  Show me how much of me you can swallow.”  He demanded and his coarse words sent a thrill through you.  He had never spoken to you like that before.   You walked over to him, sinking down your knees with a smile, reaching for his cock eagerly.   You took just the tip in as you usually did.  You had to ease yourself into sucking him all in.  This time though, Desperado didn’t wait for you to get comfortable, pushing down on the back of your head and immediately burying himself in your throat.   He held you down despite your gagging, spit drooling out of your mouth as you struggled against him.  You yelped around his cock as he yanked on your hair painfully hard choking as he somehow managed to push himself even deeper.  Your fingernails dug into his thighs as you fought him until he yanked you off and glared at you.   “I said fucking swallow me.  Stop fighting or you’re gonna get hurt.”   He shoved you back down on his cock and you were so shocked by his callous words you didn’t fight him, letting him push you down at will as you tried valiantly not to gag.  

You felt like your throat was raw by the time he pulled you off him, giving you a rough shove and knocking you back onto your ass.  You stared up at him in wide-eyed disbelief wiping the drool off your chin and the tear tracks off your cheeks.  

“Get your ass in that room and on all fours.”  Despy said.  You slowly rose to your feet wondering what you had gotten yourself into.

“Despy…” You said words cut off as he grabbed you by the throat and squeezed it, holding you up on your toes.

“Don’t call me that anymore.  My girlfriend calls me Despy.”   He growled. “Whores call me Desperado.”  

“But…but” You protested.  You were still his girlfriend.  You didn’t understand.  

“You’re the one who asked for this.   Wanted to be treated like the others.  Didn’t want to be adored and loved.”  Desperado snapped.  “So get in that fucking bedroom and be ready for me.”   He released you and you hurried down the hallway.  Despite your fear of his sudden change in attitude you were still excited.  He was treating you rough, like you had imagined and you were excited to feel him pounding into you without care.   You just hadn’t expected him to go so hard so quickly.  

Stripping your clothes off you climbed onto the bed on all fours as directed.

“Look at how wet that pussy is,” Desperado said startling you as he entered silently.  You hadn’t even realized he was standing behind you.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet.”  You whimpered as his fingers ran through your slit gathering your juices and wiping them on your ass.   “Wish I had known before I wasted all my time that all you were was another slut.”  

“I’m not a slut.”  You protested crying out as Desperado slammed his hand down on your ass with a resounding thwack.  

“If you’re not a slut how come you want me to treat you like one?”  He asked and you felt the bed dip as he climbed up behind you, his cock teasing at your entrance before he slammed it home with a snap of his hips.   “If you more than just another whore, how come your cunt is dripping down your thighs.” He growled slamming into you at a furious pace as you braced yourself trying to keep steady under his assault.   He slapped your ass repeatedly, making it burn with each smack and making you cry out in pain and beg him to stop.

“You wanted me to be rough, so I’m being rough.  What’s the matter?  Can’t handle it?” Desperado scoffed not slowing his blows.   “Fucking whore.   Hope you know how much the boys are gonna enjoy you.   Whole fucking stable’s been wanting to get at you since I meet you.   See how much of a lady you feel like after they run you through.”  

You hated that your pussy was getting wetter by the second at his words, your body spasming as you imagined being taken by the Suzuki Gun stable, imagining them fucking you until you couldn’t move.  The more dirty things he promised the more it sent you flying towards your orgasm until you couldn’t stop it anymore.

You cried out as you came, tightening around Desperado’s cock as he dug his fingernails into your back and raked them down, leaving long red welts down your back.   You panted, face falling into the bedspread as he fucked you, his palm slapping your ass as you pushed your hips back at him rocking through the sensations of your post orgasm sensitivity.   He grunted above you and pulled out, splashing his seed across your back.  

When you recovered enough to climb off the bed you found Desperado dressed and preparing to leave.

“Where are you going?” You asked with a puzzled knit to your brow.   He hadn’t mentioned any plans and you had hoped to spend the evening together after your first experience like that.  

“It’s really none of your fucking business.”  He said with a sneer.  “I don’t make it a habit of asking permission from sluts to go out.”  

Your shoulders slumped and tears filled your eyes as he left the house. Despy had never spoken to you like that before.   Yes you had wanted coarser treatment, but you had thought outside of the bedroom he would treat you the same.   Apparently not.  

As you learned over the next few weeks, Desperado had no respect for sluts. When you had said that was what you wanted to be he was done.   He had thought you were special, but you had proven yourself just like the others.   Every night he showed you exactly what he thought of you now.   And tomorrow…well tomorrow he had promised the boys he’d bring you by for a visit. Something you were both dreading and anticipating.  

#el desperado fanfic #el desperado imagine #njpw fanfic #Wrestling Fanfic #mywriting #ghostofviperwrites

[raging-violets]

~"Stop moving!" for Zack and Riley

Zack slumpedto the side. Then sat up straight, dropping his hands between his knees. He staredforward for a second. Then he relaxed his shoulders, puffing out his chest tostretch his back, and turned to the side, resting his feet on the bottom rungsof the stool next to him. He sat still, stared at the wall in front of him, hismind growing blank…for all of five seconds before the realization that his backwas starting to itch made him start to wiggle back and forth, hoping theroughness of the fabric moving across his back would scratch it—

“Look!”Riley huffed, ripping a half-started sheet of paper out of her sketchbook. Shecrumpled it up and threw it to Zack, watching as it harmlessly bounced off hisforehead. A smirk pulled at her lips as she curled her hands over the top ofthe pad, resting her chin on it. She tapped her fingers in a steady beat beforesaying, “I know it’s hard for you to sit still for more than a micro second, matebut can you please stop wiggling around?”

Zack’sshoulders immediately dropped, lower lip sticking out in a pout. “I’m sorry.”He sounded anything but. “But if I’m going to sit here and stare blankly atsomething, I need motivation.” He watched a wave of trepidation move over herface, through her blue eyes, and waited for her to give in to ask.

As sheusually did.

It didn’ttake long.

“Like?”Riley finally prompted.

“Like…” Zackthought for a second and rolled his eyes. He turned toward Riley, curling hisfingers around the edge of the stool, leaned toward her. “Have you ever listenedto Cody talk before?”

Riley liftedan eyebrow. She tilted her head, training her eyes on him. “I’ve listened.”

“No, I mean really listened to him.” Zack twirledhis finger beside the side of his head. “He doesn’t say anything, he just goes on and on and on and on.” He opened andclosed his hand like a mouth moving. “Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.”

“I’m suremany people could say the same thing about you.”

“At least I’vegot something to say.”

“Like you’redoing now?” Riley flipped to a clean page on her sketchbook, lying it acrossher lap.

Zack droppedhis hand to his lap, pouting as he always did when he was compared to hisbrother. Lest, his pout wilted to an almost haughty expression. “At least I’mnot boring.”

“Really,mate? ‘Cause this whole convo is lulling me to sleep, yeah?” She picked up thepencil she’d stuck behind her ear when she tore apart her drawing. “It’s onlyfor an hour, I just need you to sit still so I can finish this drawing.” Zacksighed heavily through his nose, tilting his head back. “You didn’t have to dothis.”

“And miss mychance to be openly checked out?” Zack folded his arms. He lowered his chin,shooting her another haughty look once more. “C’mon Sweet Thang, you know I can’tresist.”

“Yeah, Idoubt your ego would be able to handle not being the center of attention formore than a second.” She cast him a withering glance, pointing the sharpenedend of her pencil at him. “And stop calling me that.”  

“Sure thing,Hot Stuff.”

“Zack!”

Zack held uphis hands, ducking when Riley flung her pencil at him. It arced through the airtoward his head, landing harmlessly among the carefully stacked paintings, sculptures,and works from other students—students who had the foresight to come up with atopic for their assignment of ‘feeling’. A peal of laughter escaped Zack’s lips,filling the room, echoing off the corners.

Even Rileycouldn’t help but allow herself to laugh, leaning forward to hide her facebehind her sketch pad. Finally, with a smile in her voice, she said, “Can you pleasejust fucking sit still? I really want to finish this today. And you promised tohelp me.”

“Okay! Okay!”Zack threw his hands into the air, laughter fading. “What do you want me to do?”

“Sitthere. Pose! I don’t care!” She ran her hand along the now clean, empty page infront of her. Lowered her voice to a murmur. “Just stop moving.”

“Fine.”

Zack movedinto a comfortable position, rounding his shoulders forward into a comfortable slumpthat he’d grown into over years of playing video games for hours on end. Herelaxed his jaw, allowing his teeth to part slightly, allowing his tongue toflatten against his teeth. Moved his lips into what was neither a smile nor afrown—an almost playful smirk, his eyelids falling to a fraction abovehalf-lidded. A look that others would’ve brushed off as him being lightyears awaybut was the exact opposite.

He’d neverbeen more focused. Listening as Riley motioned to her face with a wave of herhand saying, “Look at me.”

As if he’dever wanted to look anywhere else.

With everypencil stroke and every line Riley blended together, Zack watched the intenseattention she gave him. How she visibly started with his head, keeping her eyeson his, slightly flickering left and right to take in all of his face. Then workedher way down, making her frown and twist almost sideways, mimicking his postureat one point, to take in his upper body.

Zack felthimself become a bit nervous then, his stomach twisting. Wondering what it was shewas seeing, what it was she was recreating on paper. He was no Joe Schmo, thatwas for sure. His own ego aside, his parents were very attractive and made cutechildren. Even Cody, who Zack was sure would never get a girlfriend, had enoughattention from girls long before Zack figured out how to successful woo them thatalways made him burn with jealousy.

But now…nowin a quiet room where he had nothing but Riley’s undivided attention, Zack feltnaked. The thought of it alone scared him. Everyone said he wasn’t fat but… Zackturned his eyes down, suddenly ashamed.

“Eyes on me,boofhead,” Riley reminded him gently, though the teasing edge to her voice unmistakable. He snapped his gaze back to her.

Wonderedwhat it’d be like if he were drawing her, which part he’d focus on the most. He’dprobably simply just stare at her while sullenly trying to draw anything but astick figure with some hair crudely drawn on. His artistic capabilities weren’tso advanced, but he certainly would want to focus on her eyes.

Eyes that,even when the rest of her face was blank, could betray what they were reallyfeeling. But, Zack learned from experience, one had to be careful trying tofigure out. Anger could cover sadness, happiness could cover pain, and yethappiness could be happiness with nothing in between.But if he were to draw hereyes, he had to draw her nose. The nose that housed all the freckles thatspread to her cheeks, giving her a shockingly youthful look compared to thehardness of her resting face, having seen too much pain over the years.

She drew himseriously. She didn’t want to lower his already fragile self-esteem—though hewas never quick to admit it. Some of him was covered by the shadows cast fromthe lightning in the room, making her job easier, almost making it easier forhim. He could hide in the shadows, giving much less for her to work with. Inthe different poses he kept himself in before, it was only seconds beforediscomfort covered him.

Right then,he wasn’t uncomfortable. The whole time Zack watched her just as intently asshe was watching him. Occasionally his eyes would flicker from her own, allowinghim to take in the big picture of her; of her tongue poking just slightly out betweenher lips. A small smile would spread across Zack’s face when he saw her glanceup to look at him again, seemingly to become even more focused each time shedid so.

Zack wasn’tsure how much time had passed by the time his butt started to grow numb. Itcouldn’t take that long to work couldit? She might have elongated the process by a few minutes or so. Zack didn’twant to speak, in fear of ruining the moment. She just looked so serene as sheworked; so peaceful. The more she drew, the more comfortable he became.

He lovedevery minute of it.

But he wasstill human, and no human could ignore a numb ass on a stool. Zack parted hislips, took a breath, ready to speak. “Are you—”

“—If you say‘draw me like one of your French girls’, I’m going to kick your ass,” Rileysaid so monotone that Zack couldn’t help but laugh.

“I was goingto say you’re taking your time,” Zack said.

Almost as ifa trance were broken, Riley leaned back and asked, “You want to look good, yeah?”

“I alwayslook good.”

He wasrewarded with a light roll of her eyes. “I want a good grade,” she said simply.Yeah, right. She couldn’t get a bad grade even if she tried. It was of the few classeswhere you could turn work in late and still have it be graded fairly. Finally,she leaned back, scrutinized the page, and scribbled her hand in the corner ina flourish—signing it. “Finished.” She set her pencils aside and beckoned himtoward her. “Come see.”

Instead,Zack leaned forward and grabbed the leg of her stool, pulling her across the floorto him. The screeching of the legs across the linoleum floor almost—but notquite—covered Riley’s amused giggle. Finally, she turned it toward him.

Zack stared.

It took afew moments for him to blink. To take in every part of his face; of the darklyshaded areas, to the lighter ones, taking in his own reflection. He may as wellbe looking in the mirror. It almost worried him that the drawing didn’t moveevery direction he did as he shifted back and forth.

Zack smiled.

“Do you likeit?” Riley’s voice turned soft, questioning. She twisted her fingers together infront of her before bringing up her leg hand to rub at her right arm. “What doyou think?”

“I think you’dgive all those old farts in any museum a run for their money,” Zack said. Hiseyes lit up at the thought. “How much do you think you’d make off this? Off drawingother people? If you market this right, you can easily make a pretty penny.” Helaughed when Riley elbowed him in the side, giving him a disapproving look. “Can’tblame a guy for trying.”

“So you’regoing to pimp me out just to get some cash?” Riley scowled at him, eyesflashing. A look he’d seen many times before and easily knew how to appease. Akiss to her cheek did as much.

“No, theonly pimping I’m going to put you through is to myself,” Zack said, earning aroll of the eyes. “I’ve got exclusive rights to the artist and everything shewants to bring to any and all personal meetings.” He paused an added, “The art’sgood too, I guess.”

“You guess?”Riley brushed her cheek with her shoulder and folded her arms. “What do youknow about art?”

“Nothing.”The answer was so simple that Riley chuckled quietly. Then he tossed aflirtatious grin her way. “But I know it when I see it,” his eyes well awayfrom her drawing and instead on her form. She blushed, but continued to smilebroadly. “So.” Zack slid his arm around Riley’s waist, drawing him to her lap.No, she easily sank against him, looping her arm around his neck, leaning backagainst him, seamlessly molding against his body. “You never told me.”

Riley turnedto him, her cheek brushing his, eyelashes fluttering across his cheek. Her eyebrowsquirked up, eyes widening almost imperceptivity but giving an air of curiosity.“Never told you what?” Zack felt his heart soar—trying his hardest not to focuson how it affected his whole body—enjoyingthe way her deeper, accented voice reached his ears so cleanly.

“What the topicwas. Why you wanted me to pose for you.”

Riley liftedher eyebrows. “Mm. Does it matter?”

“No.” Zackslid his hand into her hair, gently running his fingers through the silkystrands. He looked up at her, taking in her dark blue eyes and her longeyelashes. He could see every freckle on her cheeks, rounding over her nose,and every fleck of brown in her eyes.

Zack leanedforward and closed the gap between them. He slowly moved his lips against hers,holding her head gently, almost cradling it in his grasp, the other moving upto cup her chin. He held her close for several seconds, radiating in the warmthof her body against him. Remind him that she chose him over everyone else; ableto see past every insecurity with a snarky comment and a patient—bordering onimpatient at the worst of times–dose of reality and vice versa.

Zack’sbreathing slowed as he pulled back from the kiss. He stopped and stared at hereyes.

Her intenseeyes.

He had a feelinghe knew which one she chose.

“Hey,” Rileygreeted, lips pulling back into a dazzling smile.

Zack’s lipstugged back. “Hey,” he replied.

#anonymous #prompt #zack martin #riley jackson #ziley #suite life #otp: you drive me crazy #i had to use this gif of leo #just had to #it was perfect for the scene #and the sprouse bros do kind of look like leo

[noddytheornithopod]

MML New Episode Commentary Dump

There’s a lot of them soooooo

Lady Krillers:

“You recast all the men as women? You got a greenlight.” Ugh, it’s gonna be one of THOSE episodes.

Melissa is the voice of reason of course

“I had the most horrible dream... they were making a Krillhunter movie without Tobias.” Narrowly dodged a bullet there. And it continues through the episode. Too close, guys.

Tobias is wealthy, your gag just ruined any investment I had in this. :V

“Milo’s friend girl” bleh

Melissa is joining in, so much for voice of reason.

Okay, the alien fight in the background was funny.

“Lindana” we get it, Phineas and Ferb was a thing.

That song montage... it was uncomfortable. I’m cis so I’m an oblivious weirdo, but I do think there’s a couple of things that are kinda transmisogynist in here, with stuff like the shaving and the “lol ‘she’s’ strong ‘she’ put a guy down”. Not to mention it feels so sexist in that he has to be a woman in the most conventionally feminine way possible, bah.

Tobias puts on a shitty “guy as woman” voice, of course he does.

Okay this Cavendish and Dakota subplot is so forgettable I was literally zoning out. MML, what happened?

Tobias Trollhammer is embodying male entitlement, seriously.

The whole “she’s just like a female Tobias” thing is dumb too, it feels like it casts people out to want the exact same thing but women. These reboots are always new takes, or even outright new characters. And like... that’s the issue. Tobias isn’t irrelevant, he still has a fuckton of Krillhunter movies. I’m not interested in some whiny old dude with a million dollars. :V

He’s cast as the villain, ha ha ha.

“We do what we want with no regard to plot or character or making sense to the people watching.” MML, are you lowkey admitting something? ;P

The bison thing at the end is so lame. Seriously.

Okay... Tobias is actually satisfied with being the villain, and Milo is only concerned about the sudden character change. For a rather stupid episode, this is a surprising compromise. I’m not quite sure how to feel about it, TBH? It’s better than what I expected, but I’m not sure I’m satisfied.

Still though, this episode is dumb. The end.

The Goulash Legacy:

Goulash dude is meh.

“Humans and machines had a friendly relationship.” oh, so there IS some robot uprising at some point.

That kid finding the idea ridiculous seems to be the audience surrogate. :V

“Let’s go outside and see what Dr D is up to”. THIS IS TOTALLY NOT PNF GUYS

Doof sung the Moon ice-cream song... we get it, Phineas and Fe- oh wait Doof is here in general.

Norm is back... huh. He seems irrelevant though, just another invention.

Okay, chicken-replace-inator is eh, but Doof being insistent on how it works is kinda funny.

“Did that man just kiss his chicken?” What’s wrong with showing affections to pets, Miss Chase? :V

Zack is going in to get an inator even though they always fuck up... is Jackie supposed to be here again? Seriously, this feels so OOC. No reason for it, and he’s meant to be the most cautious.

Norm seems like he’s just a gag for now. Meh.

Diogee has four feet, why do his forelimbs have human feet now instead of usual dog feet, or even dog hind feet????

Zack is really carrying the idiot ball in this episode. You deserve better, man.

Diogee has hands... okay, that actually made me laugh.

Recurring raccon isn’t dead. SIGH.

So the Goulash robot comes to life. Okay.

“Paprika!” That’s going into outright so bad it’s good territory.

Love Handel. Seriously.

And the fucking robot gets stuck in a time capsule and also comes to life and is the statue at the start. Okay then.

Yet another “meh” episode. I kinda feel like the show is trying too hard to be weird now, TBH? Also seriously, Norm feels like his character is reduced to a punchline again and Zack was an idiot.

Also... I kinda feel like they treat MML on the same level as PnF too much when it REALLY isn’t.

The Dog Who Knew Too Much

Diogee episode, huh.

Lol I wonder why the museum of sharp objects doesn’t attract families

Perry is here at the talent show. Okay then.

Oh great, Doof being a pain at home, just what I want. Also... Sara has a few clothes lying around too even if it’s mostly Doof. :v

The mum thing is now even worse with Brigitte saying Doof is Sara’s brother. Ugh.

“Why does he live here again?” Because the writers said so.

The cops are targeting Murphys. Well then. Poor Martin though.

So Perry and Diogee escape from new random dudes because Diogee ate the USB shaped like a cookie. Okay.

Doof is still mad at Perry, and he just leaves. Okay.

Oh it’s that old lady again. K.

omg the eye balls lol

And Milo returns at the end. Wow.

Another meh episode, you know how it goes. Guess if you want a proper Perry and Diogee team up you might get something out of it. But eh.

Adventure Buddies:

OH HI VANESSA, YOU ACTUALLY STILL EXIST

“You’re spending too much time alone.” Just outright say he’s fucked off for too long and forgotten about you until now. :P

Oh, Vanessa reminding Doof of Perry, hmm?

The breakup drama, it’s glorious.

Vanessa is now gone, RIP. Guess like Norm it was literally just a “hey I still exist” moment. :v

Vanessa casually walks out and says hi to Brigitte. This is so fucking weird. So she’s visited before? Okay then. I mean good that Vanessa and Norm still exist, but it feels weird they’re still really neglected.

Doof is looking for Diogee now, K.

Milo looking dreamily at Zack- oh wait it’s just him having a thing written in someone’s book he’s happy about.

Brick and Savannah on Pistachio Duty is much funnier than the majority of the stuff I’ve just watched.

Doof waving to Vanessa at the start and saying to Milo to tell her he found an adventure buddy is sweet, not gonna lie.

Doof going on an adventure with Scott. Okay then.

Zack suggests a tetanus shot. Vaccination is good, kids! Vaccinate! Don’t listen to those Walking on Water founders or Greg Cipes, vaccinate!

I was starting to be lost on the Adventure Buddies thing but... Doof misses Perry and Scott with Mildred (who are clearly presented as a couple, mind you) doesn’t help things.

And they butt heads over it, with Doof even making his own girlfriend. Ooooh.

Professor Time mention. Fun.

Doof goes back home and he goes back to being all “I’ll go where they accept me” and it’s the Murphys. Granted they’re not into him being covered in sewer water, but this episode was setting up him realising how much he misses Perry, I swear.

This episode I felt was better... but then the ending came and fucked it up. So another to the mediocre pile regardless of Vanessa and Perry moments (which again despite being nice are still “why is there so much PnF?”).

Ride Along Little Doggie:

“Late in the season when the writers are tired.” Bleh.

Milo gets Amanda a drink, heh.

“I’m nominated for most tolerant friend.” “Is that a joke?” “Don’t push me lady.” WELL THEN.

Also... Zack pulling Melissa away when she was getting feisty. Kinda shippy if you ask me. :P

Elliot is fun thankfully.

Okay, I’m kinda tired of the Zippy gag now.

The recurring raccoon appears without the annoying theme song. This is a first. :V

Don’t tell me Diogee is gonna be a fucking cop dog.

Bradley is back with the stupid plant arm for a green thumb gag. Meh.

Yep, Diogee is a cop dog.

Murphy’s Law really stopping the award lol.

Greatest perseverance, what a surprise. Also lol, she kisses Milo and before she caught him. Are they a thing now?

Where the heck did Melissa go? And why wasn’t she staying around with the Murphys, nevermind Zack?

It was okay I guess? Pretty forgettable, but I had less issues than the other episodes. Milo subplot actually wasn’t too bad, it still had quite a bit that was just average but it had a few nice moments.

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hey love :') ALL the odd numbers for the ff asks??

NOTE: I realize now that this said all the ODD numbers, but me being an idiot, I just read “all numbers” and went for it. oh, well. here’s answers no one asked for :P and the ones you asked for, thanks, ems ;))

this is why you’re the greatest friend in the entire world ;D okay, here we go!! i’m gonna skip the ones i already got asked, but there’s still plenty to do ;P thank you so, so much, I love you!

2. Least favorite game?

well, out of the ones i’ve played, i’m gonna have to go with type-0, at least for now. it’s pretty good, i like the story, but the gameplay is crazy hard (and this is coming from someone who has played final fantasy since she was 8) and i’m not like crazy in love with any of the characters. they’re all good, but there’s not that thing that i have with basically every other final fantasy. but i’ve not finished it yet, it has plenty of time to change my mind!

3. Which games have you played?

i have played vii, viii, ix, x, x-2, xii, xiii, xiii-2, lightning returns, xv, world of final fantasy, type-0 and dissidia nt. however, i would like to note that i’ve watched crisis core so many times that i have basically played that, too. and i would, if i had a psp. anyway, i recently bought vi, so i’ll be playing that next, and then going backwards. the only ones i am not actively trying to play are xi and xiv. i’m not into multiplayers. but anyway, i also know the stories of the dissidia games, and i know the stories from i to vi, so nothing is really unfamiliar to me. it’s an amazing franchise and i love it.

4. Most underrated game?

i have to say x-2. it gets so much hate and for no reason whatsoever. it’s such a joyous, beautiful game with wonderful characters, the best turn-based gameplay and surprisingly fun minigames and sidequests. i stan x-2 100%.

5. Most overrated game?

if i were less biased, i’d say vii, but i’m not perfect, so i’m gonna go with my other pick: vi. i am sure it’s absolutely wonderful, and everything seems great based on what i have heard, read and watched. however, the fact that the cast is literally cramped with 20 million different characters throws me off a tiny bit. i can’t see it being that easy to give good character development to all of them, and i guess that hasn’t happened. but yeah, i honestly can’t say much before actually playing it. but i suppose part of the praise is largely due to nostalgia - as it is with vii, too. 

6. Favorite protagonist?

that would be my perfect darling, cloud strife.

7. Favorite antagonist?

this was a bit of a tough one, but i’m gonna go with ardyn izunia. 

12. Best looking male?

cloud strife for sure. he’s really, really handsome, okay.

14. Character you would most like to marry?

well, this may come as a shocker, but cloud strife.

15. Character you hate the most?

i appreciate him for everything that he is, i think he’s a totally epic villain, but after everything he’s done to cloud, to aerith and to everyone else, i am definitely gonna have to go with sephiroth. but he is iconic and the franchise wouldn’t be the same without him.

16. Which game had the best cast of characters?

even though it’s not my favorite game, i’m gonna go with vii. it has such a large, engaging multiverse to itself that it’s had a lot of time to develop the characters and make them more interesting and fleshed out. and i love so many of them so much. like my darling cloud, or sunshine boy zack, or aerith, or tifa, vincent, yuffie, cid etc etc. i think the cast of characters is really awesome. but that’s not to say i don’t love the other casts, because i do, very much so.

17. Which game was the saddest?

crisis core. what made it worst was knowing from the start that zack was going to die, and then living through it all, seeing how happy he was. watching him fall in love with aerith, befriend cloud, and even hang out with sephiroth and genesis. it’s so heartbreaking watching that boy try so hard, and then eventually die protecting his best friend a few miles away from his goal. it’s really not fair, and watching the ending always breaks me. that’s not even counting the pain that cloud had to go through in crisis core, but if i take that into consideration, it just strengthens my argument: crisis core is definitely the saddest game.

18. Which game was the funniest?

x-2. i know it’s a bit cliche and maybe even a bit cringe, but i love every bit of it. it’s pure joy, and watching yuna be happy and carefree even for a bit warms my heart. and personally, what i think makes it even better is that the game also has so many heartbreaking, sad moments. it balances itself out very nicely.

19. Which game had the best love story?

i am definitely gonna go with x. the story of yuna and tidus is well fleshed out, it’s romantic, it’s tragic, it’s sweet and above all (because i love this aspect in couples) it’s angsty as fuck, and that is exactly what i want from any fictional couple. they are a big part of why i love x as much as i do.

21. Which game would you sooner die before doing the above ^?

since i picked x-2 for the game i’d like to insert myself into, i am gonna go with… xiii for the game i would not like to be in. the world is gorgeous, but the divide between the people of cocoon and the people of pulse, and the dictatorship-like way the world is ruled, yeah, no thank you. besides, i could never replace lightning, i have literally none of her good qualities.

22. Which game’s world would you most like to live in?

this was really hard for me to pick, but i think i would actually go with the world in viii. it’s a world that has technology (which, as a child of the 90′s, i do need), and it still has many fantasy elements to it, not to mention some really, really gorgeous locations, like fisherman’s horizon, balamb town etc. 

23. Which specific location (e.g. Besaid Island) would you most like to live in?

if we’re going with specific locations, i think i would like to live in tenebrae from xv. it seems like such a gorgeous, peaceful place, i think i would be very happy there.

24. What’s your favorite job/class? Is this the same class you would want to be if you entered a class-based Final Fantasy game, or would you rather be a different one? If so, which one?

my favorite class is probably summoner, but i also have a fondness for the white magic, the black mage and the knight/any other variation of that job class. i think i would probably be a white mage myself.

25. What is your favorite ability?

summoning is always something i find very useful, obviously, but i also like noctis’ warp strike in xv. using weapons with abilities like stone strike is also really satisfying in x, too.

26. Favorite boss fight?

i really love the final boss battle against ardyn in xv. the main reason for this is because in the fight, ardyn doesn’t have an elaborate second form (tho i don’t mind those either), it’s literally just two men fighting each other. and the end, how ardyn loses because he can’t summon up the sword of the father, i think that’s really meaningful and i’ve always liked it a lot.

28. Your favorite spell?

well, i sure have grown very fond of curaga over the years, but in terms of something that i just consider really cool… i’ve always liked holy quite a bit, not really sure why.

29. Favorite summon?

the knights of the round from vii. other than that, probably shiva. i also really like alexander and bahamut.

30. Least favorite battle/boss fight?

i am not a huge fan of the fight against cid raines in xiii. i don’t know why, but that fight took me forever, and multiple tries. just… nope.

31. Do you have any theories or headcanons you swear by (e.g. Rinoa as Sorceress)?

i used to swear by the “squall is dead” theory just because it seemed super interesting, but nah, i love squall too much. he ain’t dead. i think the theory i am very fond of is that vii and x are connected. the theory that the kid shinra in x-2 eventually started developing a technology that would eventually lead to the shinra company in vii. it’s grim, but it’s entirely possible. 

32. Are there any fanon theories/headcanons you just can’t believe?

i mean, there are a lot of weird ones that i don’t buy into, but i guess one that i don’t believe is that cloud actually killed aerith (aka he killed her by drowning her because sephiroth’s sword didn’t actually kill her, but paralyzed her instead, or something). i am pretty sure he checked if she was breathing, give him some credit. 

34. Which canon couple do you think is most likely to break up sometime after the credits roll?

umm… well, considering that they weren’t really even together, ever, i guess it doesn’t qualify, but i’m gonna say cloud and tifa. i just don’t see how it would work, romantically. i get that there are feelings there, but actually as a functioning couple? idk about that. everyone can think what they want, though, what do i know? my second pick would probably be snow and serah. i find them very cute, but that’s another ship where i can’t see how they would actually work in everyday life.

36. And your least favorite non-canon couple?

please don’t throw cloud and sephiroth at me, i really can’t. i have literally nothing against m/m ships, my favorite non-canon ship is strifehart. i just don’t ship these two and i think cloud deserves soooooo much better. again, just my opinion though. 

37. What do you think makes a game a “quintessential” Final Fantasy game? (In other words… some people say the new games don’t feel like Final Fantasy games to them. What FEELS like a Final Fantasy game, to you?)

well, since my first final fantasy was x, i might not be the best one to answer this because my first one wasn’t one of the “classics”, really, but… to me, they all feel like final fantasy. the games don’t have to all be same, nor should they be. but for the sake of the question (which is a very interesting question btw), i think that there needs to be a big bad, and a group of mismatched, troubled heroes who do what they can to defeat that big bad. that’s literally all i need from a final fantasy game for it to feel like a final fantasy. plus, at least one engaging character who i can root for.

38. What things did/would bother you when/if they were put in the games (i.e. what things DON’T belong in Final Fantasy games)?

nothing’s bothered me much yet, but i guess what i don’t really care about are those weird collabs, like xv + assassin’s creed or something. i get why they do it, but ehh. i think those rather “pointless” dlc additions are just that: pointless. i am, however, on board useful and important dlc additions, like story additions or new fighting arenas, like with dissidia nt.

39. What is your favorite prequel or sequel?

my favorite prequel is definitely crisis core, and my favorite sequel is x-2 (does advent children count? if it does, then ac, too). 

40. Square-Enix hands over the reins to you, to make a prequel or sequel for any game of your choice, even ones that already have those things. What do you make?

first i make a sequel to vii to see what happened to cloud after advent children, then i make x-3, and then i make a sequel to viii. it absolutely doesn’t need a sequel, but i want it in glorious hd.

42. Worst character design?

no one looks bad, to me anyway, but i guess some characters are pretty weird, like cloud of darkness’ design for dissidia nt. i get that she didn’t really have any clothes on in the original, either, but that crap must be very impractical in battle.

43. What is your favorite weapon?

cloud’s buster sword, and cloud’s fusion sword.

44. What cutscene do you wish you could cut out of any of the games?

the date scene with iris and noctis in xv. why did they do that???

45. What creature do you most wish was real? (Chocobo’s, moogles, etc.)

oh, moogles would be so adorable. so would moombas.

46. Best soundtrack?

i think all the soundtracks are freaking fantastic, final fantasy music is the best music ever created, but i am gonna go with final fantasy xv. my close second pick would be final fantasy viii.

47. Favorite overworld song?

the one from viii, just because it brings back memories of me wandering around for hours, grinding for magic spells and items.

48. Which game had the best opening cutscene?

they are all freaking amazing, honestly. like honestly, all the games are so beautiful and perfect in this aspect, but i guess if i have to choose… probably x. the destruction of zanarkand is pretty powerful stuff, especially for an opening cutscene.

49. Which game had the best ending?

i’ve always said this, and i will always say it: final fantasy x-2. it’s called the perfect ending for a reason. and yes, i mean the ending where tidus comes back and he and yuna are reunited. 

51. Favorite non-vocal song?

somnus and somnus ultima from xv. honestly the most gorgeous song i have ever heard in my life.

52. Favorite limit break/overdrive/trance/you-get-the-picture mode and/or ability?

cloud’s omnislash for sure. can’t wait to see that in the remake.

53. Are there any plot-holes or questions you have about any of the games that you wish would be resolved?

nothing that bugs me too much. i guess the one that bothers me the most is that, why was ultimecia’s summon called griever?? has anyone ever explained this? if ultimecia isn’t rinoa, then why?? it worries me. i don’t know why, but it worries me.

54. What scene had the most impact on you?

there are plenty, but here is the top 5: yuna and tidus’ goodbye at the end of x, aerith and zack saying their final farewells to cloud in ac, noctis calling the kings of lucis to help him bring back the dawn and they all proceed to kill him in xv, luna and noctis getting married in the afterlife in xv and that scene at the end of viii when rinoa is pointing to the sky, we think she’s alone and then she turns and squall’s there, smiling for the first time in the entire game. okay, no, i’m cheating. also the ending of crisis core, for sure. 

55. Which game did you play first, and when (how old were you, etc.)?

i played final fantasy x when i was around 8 or 9. i got introduced to it by my friend’s sister. we watched her play for days and weeks until i finally asked my dad if i could have the game, too. and i got it, and i loved it. i still do. what a game. 

57. What game that has yet to be released are you most looking forward to?

*laughs nervously* final fantasy vii remake. square… please? 

58. What do you think of the Final Fantasy fandom in general? Do you think it is a good one? Any complaints?

oh, i think it’s a very good one! i’m not one to get too involved in fandoms anyway, so if there is bad blood, i don’t know about it. but everyone i’ve met has been super friendly, very talented and just genuinely wonderful. no complaints :) ok, maybe one. it doesn’t matter if you ship clerith, zerith, cloti or whatever you want. everyone can ship in peace. it’s all good.

59. Do you have any favorite works of art or fanfiction that you always go back to, and/or basically accept as canon?

i have no shame in admitting that i basically consider it as canon (tho this goes into the kh story, too) that squall and cloud are basically the fathers of roxas and sora, and they’re the best, happiest family ever. i go back to a lot of strifehart fanfiction, and plenty of awesome fanarts i’ve seen.

60. If you got the chance to work at Square Enix making Final Fantasy games, at any job, regardless of your skill set (they offer you paid training), what would you most like to work on or do?

hmm, i think i would like to be a character designer, but i would also really, really love to be involved in the story creation and writing, too. maybe i could do both?

thanks so much again, hon, you’re the greatest and i had the best time answering these :D talking about final fantasy makes me so happy! love you

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