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[grievehart-a]

New blog, same leather clad angel. Come follow me over there if you have any interest in writing with me agian!

[grievehart-a]

New blog, same leather clad angel. Come follow me over there if you have any interest in writing with me agian!

[grievehart-a]

i’m gonna be moving blogs. i need to reset, redo my tags, and bring all my characters to one blog because side blogs suck for me. i’ll pass my new url along, but please don’t follow if you aren’t really going to write with me? like i get i’m not the most active person in the rpc, but i’ve been followed by and message people who straight up just don’t interact with me after a certain point and it’s frustrating. i’m here to write, not drive up a follower count or drive up someone else’s count.

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     “What? Oh hey, come on, I’m sorry - I’m just a little on edge, don’t go back to being grumpy-” Zell realizes his mistake too late. If it was anything else, he would’ve jumped at the chance to have a little open talk with Squall. Dude needed more of it and Zell felt like it was an uphill battle trying to prove to Squall that he is someone he can depend on and trust. Just - not with this. “I can’t talk to you about it, alright? Specifically you. But I’m not gonna let that stop me from doing what needs to be done, alright?”

    Hmm. Maybe he shouldn’t have added in that ‘specifically him’ part, but it’s already out of his mouth. Maybe it would be a better idea to just - get it out in the open. Get Squall to reject whatever he’s feeling and just be done with it and close the chapter on this very weird and very u uncomfortable private book. Zell sighs again -

    Before he’s thrown to the front of the car and the air knocked straight out of his lungs. The car behind them - it’s been hit. If they had been in it, they’d be dead, no question. Zell fights for composure, everything before instantly disappearing from his mind with only only focus now - his and Squall’s survival.

   “Squall!” Zell fights his body for balance before he’s flung around further like a rag-doll. Squall was on the ground a few feet away, shifted to one side of his body. He doesn’t even hear himself yell, just that his throat felt raspy due to it. The duelist is at the Commander’s side in heart-beat, one hand grounding to the floor and the other firmly clasped on Squall’s arm. The door - they should get out of here and to another cart, right?! It’s too dangerous to stay here, or even on this train. “Yo, we gotta move, man-” 

       the sudden jerk of the SeeD cabin sends squall careening into the nearby bunk beds before he has the chance to process zell’s words. he crashes into the frame and the side of his body absorbs most of the blow, but his head isn’t spared; he both heard and felt his skull slam against the metal.

          the feel of the blow combined with the ringing in his ears from the sound of the explosion leave him feeling as though his head is submerged under water. everything is muffled and he feels off balance as he collapses to the ground. when he rolls to his side, he realizes another injury and immediately turns to his other side - a broken arm. the weight of his frame crushing the left side of his body into the bed frame must’ve caused it. a groan escapes him - realization of the injury makes the pain wash over him.

       squall!

       even with sound muffled, the familiar syllables of his name brings his attention to zell who’s leaning over him. the rest of his words aren’t quite discernible. and his vision is to blurred for lip reading. especially since zell has grabbed his broken arm so tightly. the pain from that was blinding it it of itself. the whole attack had caught him so off guard and injured him in such a noticeable way that the usual sense of survival and adrenaline that would keep him moving is struggling to kick in. get it together, get up...get up! he’s berating himself. they have to move. their car could be next.

          he moves his uninjured arm up and grips zell’s sleeve to get his attention, then signs to him a simple message. we could be next. need to get out. help me up.

#❝ 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽 〈 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭 〉 ❞ #❝ 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 ⟨ 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪 ⟩ ❞ #fistsfromhell

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@feirnweh​ asked:  ⌚  Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

      [ squall is very prompt and on time and he’s exceptionally good at keeping himself on track and on schedule. if he’s late, something happened. he grew up in the military, where promptness is key, and tardiness is punishable and unacceptable. he’s programmed to be on time and ready to go. if he feels the need to be early, then he will be. otherwise, he’s on time. ]

#❝ 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓭 〈 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭 〉 ❞

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Random Headcanon Meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

#❝ 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓫𝓸𝔁 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓼 ⟨ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 ⟩ ❞

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Squall (FFVIII) | hiromyan

#❝ 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻 〈 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭 〉 ❞ #b o i #who #whomst #gaveth you #the RIGHT #the AUDACITY

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new personal roleplay rule of mine: if I see you reblog a meme/starter list, I’m gonna send you one. end of story. how else am i gonna get interactions if i don’t interact?! expect me to be in a lot of ya’lls inboxes =D

#-drop kicks social anxiety- #NO MORE BITCH #YOU DON'T CONTROL ME #❝ 𝓶𝓾𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽 ⟨ 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 ⟩ ❞

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Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

#❝ 𝓹𝓼𝓪 ⟨ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 ⟩ ❞

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couples with visible size differences

(◡‿◡✿)

couples where one has to stand on tippy toes to kiss the other

(◕‿◕✿)

couples where one has to bend down to kiss the other

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ

#tbtagged: i need ship tags #but this is squall and tifa

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@fistsfromhell​ sent a question from this meme: ❓ : what’s a life lesson your muse has learnt , becoming a turning point , from the most unlikely place , situation or person ?

        [  my answer is exactly what you’re expecting it to be: it’s okay to rely on and lean on others. there’s a chance they’ll go away, but that’s okay, and it’s okay to be afraid of that. but it’s also okay to hold on to appreciate the people in your life. they’re there for you, so be there for them and don’t be afraid of them.

        i honest to goodness can’t think of any other lesson squall’s had that’s been as big as him overcoming his social anxieties. the fact that it came from his job makes it especially poignant. squall threw himself into his work as a means to escape and to make him feel purposeful. and to have this lesson come at him from a place he ran to just...it was a big thing for him. he couldn’t avoid it. so yeah...  ]

#❝ 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓭 〈 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭 〉 ❞ #fistsfromhell

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on a scale of 1-10 how intimidating am i

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[SQUALL WEEK] → DAY THREE: favorite inner monologue

Am I that untrusting…? Maybe I’m this way because I’m scared. Nothing lasts in this world. It feels great to have friends who believe in you, and adults you can rely on. That’s why it’s so dangerous, especially if you become used to it. Someday you’re bound to lose everything. Everyone around you will be gone. Then what are you left with? Nothing. Nobody… It’s so miserable. And it’s inevitable. It’s so hard to recover from something like that. I never ever want to deal with that again. I can’t. Even if it means being alone…

#❝ 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝔂 〈 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭 〉 ❞ #❝ 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻 〈 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭 〉 ❞

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@fistsfromhell​ sent something from THIS meme:  ‘ i’m just trying to connect with you ’

         “and i’m tired of everyone constantly trying to do that.” their intentions are fine, but he can only deal with so much of his friends before he needs to be on his own. and the fact that he has to remind them of that, and at the same time assure them he’s not ‘closing’ up...it’s exhausting.

#❝ 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓭 〈 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭 〉 ❞ #fistsfromhell

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@fistsfromhell​ sent something from THIS meme:  “ you think I’m so clumsy that I need someone to watch over me ? ” 

          “yeah, i do.” he responds flatly, “you’re a martial artist. i would expect you to be more coordinated than you are."

#❝ 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽 〈 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭 〉 ❞ #❝ 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓭 〈 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭 〉 ❞ #fistsfromhell

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a random ask from @fighterhcrt​ !!

there was a rosy hue dusting the apples of her cheeks as she approached him, ’ i just wanted to apologise for being a little absent… ’ business had gotten in the way of spending time with him & she felt the butterflies in her stomach the moment she saw his face. biting down on her lower lip as she timidly stepped closer, she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering there for a moment. pulling away but keeping close, she tenderly grabbed his hand and tilting her head. ’ forgive me? ’

          he’s wiping the bartop down when tifa approaches him. her absence had been noted, but not held against her. obligations and the work she gets up to outside of 7th Heaven are her own, and squall doesn’t consider himself to have any right to say anything about it considering all she’s done for him in these past months. squall hangs the rag on the edge of the sink before facing her and shaking his head, as if to say ‘it’s fine’. 

          it would be poetic to say that it all happened so quickly that squall was barely aware of the kiss until their lips met, but that would be untrue. from the moment tifa began to lean up to the moment she pulled away, squall was acutely aware of every second that passed. it feels strange to be kissing her. to be at peace. to not, for this moment, be worried about anything. it feels undeserved in a strange way. like he shouldn’t have been allowed to find this magical pocket of the universe away from ultimecia’s touch.

          of course, he voices none of this. he lets her linger on his lips, returning the kiss as long as she’s there, “....i was never upset to begin with. but sure. you’re forgiven.” he laces their fingers together, allowing himself to indulge in her presence, “marlene and denzel have missed you though.”

#❝ 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 ⟨ 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 ⟩ ❞ #❝ 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽 〈 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭 〉 ❞ #fighterhcrt #leave it to me to turn a kiss into three paragraphs of squall's inner monologue

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gospelia​:

   she could remember the day it happened  —— the void around her feet , that shifted and pooled around her , coaxed her body and spirit to seek newer canopies , newer  canvasses  to paint a dream of flora.   in another lifetime , she would be alive.  in another timeline , she would not heed the sweet invitations of death.

   she looked at her hands.  they were shifting , it seemed , or it was her soul settling into her body , after the traveling.

  before her was a darkness unlike any other —— she’d never seen this before ;  midgar was a fortress of its own , but this was different  ; a castle  upon a floating , jagged rock.  unnaturally shaped and mystifying to her.  the moon decided to show itself after a veil of grey shifted past it , and there it was. it would have been a beautiful mess of steel grey and velvet , yet it was marred by the glint of large silver , shaped into chains  wrought from anger that held the castle in place.

   she followed the trail , yet it was the voice of a man snapped her back to attention. dead?

   her first  instinct was to help.  ❛ what do you mean? ❜ her mind was rattled by questions , but she needed to  understand  the next steps to take. she approached him , nearly hesitant to touch his shoulder. ❛ are you hurt? i can heal. ❜

        "the sorceress will kill you. she kills everything....”

        unless she finds something interesting and amusing about her prey. then they become a plaything. something she keeps around to torment for her own amusement. such is a fate he wishes on no one in this world.

           he claws into the dirt beneath him, as a sudden surge of pain washes over him like an ocean wave. the taste of blood in his mouth is sharp, and all to familiar. he’s injured, but the sorceress will heal him. because she doesn’t like broken toys. and so he stands, shakily, jaw clenched.

             "don’t wait. just go.”

#❝ 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽 〈 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭 〉 ❞ #❝ 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 ⟨ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 ⟩ ❞