azure-steel

[azure-steel]

"Oh, eeeewwww!! He's so uglyyyyyyy!" Though it should be noted that the statement - as true as it was - was not delivered in horror, rather, the young blond was all but falling about himself in a fit of laughter. Astonishing perhaps for a boy who had been fearing for his life only moments ago. His belly was actually hurting, and enough to warrant the need to hold himself around the midriff, at just how funny the silly man looked just quivering and making stupid noises under the desk.

He didn't even think to ask who it was supposed to be, assuming that S was just thinking about an ugly man. At least that was what his six-year-old mind could deduce from this little exercise.

But when it came to Cloud's turn to make the monster look like something or someone 'tricky', not only was he now drawing a complete blank, but he was still giggling rather mindlessly at the ugly man crying under the table. It took a little while longer to calm from that, even long after the poor pumpkin-shaped monster had turned back into its original form.

But suddenly he had it!

Mimicking the silver-haired boy, leaning forward with his hands on the floor, he thought long and hard about what he wanted the pumpkin to turn into, or rather didn't want it to if that made any sense at all. And the thing under that table began to morph; huge feet which stretched all the way from under the table and between the two boys, a ginormous head hunched into a square and overly thick chest, and humongous arms, with equally huge hands making its squat beneath the table almost impossible.

"AAAAH!" A high pitched squeal as the small blond would jump to his feet and point, all giggles and mischief, at the monster he'd just created.

"He's ugly toooooo!!!"

The creature in question was in fact supposed to be the milkman who'd confronted him at his front door literally that morning; the man had been terrifying then but was now reduced to this image of hilarity cowering in a dark corner of a room.

Though in reality, it didn't really look like a person at all, at least... not any normal man walking the streets of Nibelheim. It looked more like someone had attempted to draw a human, without having ever seen a human before and was given only a vague description.

But at least he was having fun.

"This is what they really look like. They look strange, and they make a lot of noise, but they're not very smart. So they take the shape of things and people they think might trick you." S explained calmly, crouching down, arms folded atop his legs while in perfect balance on the balls of his feet.

"But even when they do that it's obvious they're not real people. They can't really talk like a normal person. Look."

He leaned forward then, until his hands touched the floor. Bringing himself between Cloud and the pumpkin-headed monster, he stared with intensity into its eyes. The boy focused every bit of his mind on him, the one he knew best. He pictured his gaunt nose and dark rounded glasses. The long and greasy black hair fell around the frame of his sickly olive-green face, sharp and knotty like one of the withered plants in the vivarium.

And there he was, the Doctor, hunched under the desk with a whimpering frown behind the dark shades. Shaking inside his white lab coat, hugging his jagged knees, grunting, but unable to speak a single word. As far as S was concerned, it was an improvement from the original.

"You try now." He said, shifting back on the floor to give Cloud space to see and run his own test. This could be a game, too.

#ghostofnibelheim #Thread: Spirit Children

[azure-steel]

LISTEN!

Please appreciate that I worked my tits off on this sick ass tiger today. And because I had such a good time I have energy to spare~

#{mako stripped - ooc} #tattoo shit #I love my job yo

[azure-steel]

Tattoo is going pretty well, maybe there's hope for me tonight.

Muse is feeling pretty angsty tho~

TIME TO CRY

#{mako stripped - ooc}

[azure-steel]

Also I'm crocheting this skull shawl for my friend. Omg this stitch is HARD!!

#{mako stripped - ooc} #I actually do bits to this at work lol #I love crochet #best stress relief

[azure-steel]

So the next couple of days are full for me. I kinda of already know that my head is gonna be fried by the end of today. So I might be a bit quiet on here.

I do RP a lil on discord though if you'd still like to play a bit :)

#{mako stripped - ooc} #I'll offer out the disco to anyone who asks~ #I want to write but discord sometimes feels safer ans easier than here when I'm tired lol

[azure-steel]

I need to start realising when it's time to just log out and go to bed sometimes. My grammar tonight is on par with my cats... wow xD

#{mako stripped - ooc} #It's best when I don't even see the mistakes until AFTER someone replies to it #and it's too late #And I'm just :C 'oh good this person thinks I'm thick now yaaaaaay' #I'm not #I'm just heckin' tired yo xD

[azure-steel]

Cloud didn't particularly want the more challenging thing, no; he would have been quite content just sitting there chipping away at the original block used originally to drag him out of his daze - which was beginning to look like a rather uneven... bean shaped... thing. Not that it was the shape that mattered in this instance so much so than the technique he was using and the purpose for doing so.

Still, he didn't really feel as though he had the liberty to refuse, all things considered it didn't feel right to turn down Rain's offer, and Cloud would simply accept the offering with a deadpanned "Yeah, sure."

He still doesn't quite understand how the pattern worked or what exactly this model would turn into, but he took it anyway, chiselling away with what knowledge he'd actually managed to absorb during their many lessons.

But the moment didn't really last; the motivation to keep going begin to ebb away with the lethargy which would often follow these strange dissociative episodes he'd been experiencing lately.

'Say sorry to your brother, Cloud!' their mother would scold when it was time to make up and put problems to bed. How he missed... what he wouldn't give to talk to her right now.

Just one more time...

But this one wasn't going to just go away was it? Not a simple tantrum thrown when Cloud couldn't get his way, or Rain had stared at him for too long across the table. Oh... if only things were just that simple nowadays.

Rain had already said it. Sorry simply wasn't going to cut it, not this time.

He lowers the project, barely started into the fold of his lap with another sigh, deep and so very tired, before he would unceremoniously lean to the side, brow colliding with his brother's shoulder. The impact was hard enough to possibly jostle his twin to the side.

An immature action that would hark right back when they were both children, when Cloud had taken something too far and was seeking forgiveness for whatever it was he'd done. When mom told him he needed to apologise.

Cloud always did have an issue with 'sorry'.

There it was. Cloud defiantly turning the corner back to finish off the five strokes was already a good sign but for him to continue onto the next corner and still cut in increments of five was even better. Even Cloud being annoyed was good news. All of it was. He knew what Rain wanted, he could remember where he left off when he stopped and, more importantly, he was feeling something. Had Rain not come by to jostle him back into the present, who knows how long Cloud would've been sat there staring at nothing and how far he would've drifted away from them.

Rain watched the moment as it all seemed to click for Cloud, he's not trying to fix him but to just guide him out of wherever he wandered off to. It was obvious that there was a lot going on in that head of his but Rain doubts he'd ever be fully ready to open up about it... But that was okay. All Rain could offer was to be a rock in turmoiled waters for Cloud to reach for, to hold onto until the fog faded away.

As Cloud continued to round off the wood into a textured cylinder, Rain reaches into his bag and pulls out another block of wood with some guidelines for Cloud as he pulled out his own work in progress model.

"Want something a bit harder?" His gaze and tone were softer now, back to normal, no longer watching for any signs of dissociation. Unless they have another incident like in Gongaga, Rain won't pressure Cloud into talking about what's going on. It didn't matter. What mattered is that Cloud was back with them.

#cloudyfenrir #verse: Brother my Brother

[azure-steel]

They didn't warn me when I was running wild Dragons breathing fire in the backyard at night We live in circles And it's so hard to breathe Maybe the same old fears, what have we here? Don't bring me down with you Now, I'm just chasing time with a thousand dreams I'm holding heavy And as we cross the line, these fading beats have all been severed Don't tell me our youth is running out It's only just begun If I asked you for good news, would you smile and turn away? It's like a bad dream that is too afraid to wake There are many among us And we're changing all the time Maybe the same old fears, what have we here? Don't bring me down with you

#play it on the jukebox - MUSIC #Cloud #Inspo #Youtube

[azure-steel]

LOOK HOW GOOD MY 3D PRINTED THING IS LOOKING SO FAAAAAAR!!!

Yes he's missing bits but the guy who's making this for me is apparently printing this in stages. I don't really know how it works tbh, but OH MY GOD!! I am in love already. He's so beautiful ;;

#{mako stripped - ooc} #I know the best people

[azure-steel]

"Speak for yourself."

There was an odd kind of quiet surrounding the ruins of Midgar. A strange melancholic tranquillity which saw to the blond's return when the bustle of Edge City would begin to fray at the nerves. There really was only so much socialising and small talking he could perform in any given day.

But to find that one remaining remnant of a demon long dead was, in short, a touch surprising. Still, Cloud would err on the side of caution as he dares to approach, a healthy distance did he choose to park himself next to his unlikely evening guest.

Just the two of them... here... sitting on the very edge of the world.

"Surprised Shinra allows you to roam on such a long leash, hm?" A jibe at the former president more so than anyone else, even if Strife was indeed privy to the facts that Yazoo had to be considered dangerous and wholly unpredictable.

Much like Cloud really, if one wanted to break him down to his core, a staggering similarity.

 day by day , he was getting used to the looks he received from the doctors , from the other shinra workers that seemed less keen on having a remnant join their ranks and treated him like a bomb to be blown up whenever they felt the urgency — yazoo was lucky rufus didn't kill him for their little rebellion , and he didn't want to die . he didn't . . . he could take humiliation and hard work as long as they allowed him to go out at night . wander around the city as a half normal guy– months had passed . yazoo would often find a lonely rooftop where it was too high for people to look up , and didn't see him . he hasn't seen cloud either , he hasn't seen anyone but rufus shinra and the strangers outside that yazoo never quite socialized with . [ @azure-steel ] cold gaze painted emerald , glancing at the glinting lights of the ruined city as he sipped his drink . alcohol wasn't good for him , not that it made him drunk but it fucked up his stomach it seems . ❛ don't you have anything better to do than stare ? ❜  he could know him by the heaviness of his steps . it was an odd kind of comfort ; yazoo was a suicidal weapon in the morning and a nobody by night , but he didn't have to be something anymore – didn't have to be sephiroth . his eyes close , long legs dangling from the edge of the building . ❛ so creepy . ❜

    starter call.

#crue11 #verse: Post AC

[azure-steel]

*whispers* shhh... don't mind me, I'm fluttering into my drafts folder~

#{mako stripped - ooc} #Am here #but am gonna be good and write #Had muse ALL #DAMN #DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

[azure-steel]

Tattooist tattoos Cloud Strife with her Cloud Strife-tattooed arm in her Cloud Strife shirt....

@azure-steel working on this beauty~ over an hour in now (dress is done!)

#{mako stripped ooc} #hahahaha #yeah I'm the potato in the Cloud shirt doing the Cloud tattoo xD #and honestly #I loved every second of it #best 2.5 hours I spent this week #thank you for letting me do this for you 💕

[azure-steel]

I'm tattooing a little OG Cloud in his dress in a couple hours and I'm actually super fucking nervous 😭

#{mako stripped - ooc} #it's a piece that actually holds a LOT of meaning #and I always sweat a bit before hand #:'S

[azure-steel]

So I actually got a fair bit done today, and I'm quite pleased, yis!

To people who are waiting on replies from me, please note that I am getting to them, I am unfortunately one of those who can be exceptionally slow and I am sorry for that. Just, mun relations is usually the thing that keeps me motivated to reply to certain things quicker than others. I love talking about HC's and plotting things, even if they're small, because it wakes up all the yummy inspo and makes me really REALLY need to write the things with you.

It's not.. the best way to operate, and I understand how frustrating that can be sometimes but it is how my process tends to work the most effectively. Like if I know someone is super into a thread we're doing, then they tend to skip the queue. That certainly isn't to say that your thread is not important to me, it most certainly IS important but sometimes the brain is inspired by different things on different days.

If you're not into chatting with muns, that's totally okay too, no judgies from me. I'm just tryna explain how my process tends to work on a day to day basis.

That, and some days I tend not to do much of anything at all, because my job is pretty taxing and I'm often exhausted in the evenings after work so I get very limited time to work on things.

Know that I have your things in my drafts folder, I have not forgotten, but you are more than welcome to come poke me if you're eager for a thing that we've started. I promise that Cloud may be a prickly cactus, but I'm definitely not <3

#{mako stripped - ooc} #reblogging for the evening crowd

[azure-steel]

aggressive sentence starters - tw negativity, insults, verbal abuse edit as you see fit

get down on the fucking floor or i’ll fucking shoot

don’t move, don’t you fucking move

oh little sunshine wants to play hero, sit the fuck down

i hate you i hate it every time you fucking speak shut up

what do you take me for, a fucking idiot? am i an idiot to you?

i need you to shut the fuck up before i start thinking of ways to make you

okay, how about it, let’s put it this way, you quit it or i’ll kill you

are you begging? is that it? are you begging for mercy?

you’re pathetic, you’re fucking pathetic

the worst part is that it makes me sad just thinking about you

look at you, you’re so small and so ridiculous, what did you expect?

i can’t stand the sight of you, you know you make me sick, right?

what did you think was gonna happen, i’ll bow down and let you take it?

every day i wake up and wish i knew how to kill you in easy ways

you make me angry, you make me angry to the point i scare myself

i fantasise, you know, i imagine what it would be like to take you down

i’m starting to look forward to the day i’ll snap

do you even know what you’re capable of? a whole great deal of nothing

stop talking by god stop fucking talking

none of your ideas have worked so far, so shut the fuck up

have you ever stopped and wondered if maybe you’re just too stupid?

give me a reason, i’m begging you, give me a reason to hurt you

i’m starting to run out of ways to keep me down

no, we’re not friends, we’re not even acquaintances, if you die now, i’ll live happily

i want you in a pool of your own blood, do you hear me?

you’re not even worth my fucking time

you have five seconds to stop crying before i give you reason to

what’s that got to do with anything, are you fucking mental?

the very air you breath smells like a rotting corpse

oh no you’re more than that, babe, you’re fucking disgusting

#ask memes #reblog

[azure-steel]

Nice to see that Google's listening skills are as sharp as ever...

... So close xD

#{mako stripped - ooc} #THIS IS THE WRONG ROCHE MY DUDE #I am just laffing right now xD

[azure-steel]

So I actually got a fair bit done today, and I'm quite pleased, yis!

To people who are waiting on replies from me, please note that I am getting to them, I am unfortunately one of those who can be exceptionally slow and I am sorry for that. Just, mun relations is usually the thing that keeps me motivated to reply to certain things quicker than others. I love talking about HC's and plotting things, even if they're small, because it wakes up all the yummy inspo and makes me really REALLY need to write the things with you.

It's not.. the best way to operate, and I understand how frustrating that can be sometimes but it is how my process tends to work the most effectively. Like if I know someone is super into a thread we're doing, then they tend to skip the queue. That certainly isn't to say that your thread is not important to me, it most certainly IS important but sometimes the brain is inspired by different things on different days.

If you're not into chatting with muns, that's totally okay too, no judgies from me. I'm just tryna explain how my process tends to work on a day to day basis.

That, and some days I tend not to do much of anything at all, because my job is pretty taxing and I'm often exhausted in the evenings after work so I get very limited time to work on things.

Know that I have your things in my drafts folder, I have not forgotten, but you are more than welcome to come poke me if you're eager for a thing that we've started. I promise that Cloud may be a prickly cactus, but I'm definitely not <3

#{mako stripped - ooc}