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She was powerful,
not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on so strongly,
despite the fear
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CLOSED ﹥﹥﹥ @eternalhunt
She typically wasn’t one for venturing out at night that often--Her priorities had focused solely on the children that remained under her care. Yet she found herself wandering through an empty park with nothing but her own perturbed thoughts to comfort her. This life of hers has become little more than a tedious routine. She imagined what could possibly be occurring at home. Were the kids safe? Did Cloud ever make it back home? Was Denzel doing alright despite her absence? How abou--
--A noise. Soft and quite subtle, yet still discernible through the silence.
“Who’s there?!” she shouted into the darkness.
Her crimson eyes hardened as she scanned for anything that could pose a threat. She had immediately stiffened into a fighting stance on instinct, though found nothing at first.
”...Hello?” her voice softened, unsure whether she was truly alone.
#❥﹥and yet she still fought on {ic}#❥﹥Kindred 01 {thread}#eternalhunt#i'm so sorry im late! i kinda got sidetracked with playing KH3...#please let me know if this doesn't work for you! i looked up your character since i don't know much about LOL
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“That may be the case, but don’t you think this should be taken care of ?”
Her tone remained calm however this was a threatening coldness to her gaze. Even if he attempted to resist, she was confident her physical strength could hold him.
“I’ll have to restrain you if necessary,” she offered a sly grin.
@lockthart replied to your post “"You better not have removed those bandages yet!“”
{gdi takumi pshfdhsj} "You’re going to bleed to death if you don’t stop that, you know.”
“Oh yeah? Well I’ve bled way more than this in the past and I lived, what do you think of that?!”
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“Aren’t you happy?”
Meme﹥ ﹥ ﹥Not Accepting! ‖ @suplex51
“You don’t have to worry about me, I’m okay.”
Despite her cheery disposition, she had notably avoided the question. She wasn’t truly happy. She wanted to reunite with her family and friends, not remained trapped in a comfortable cage here. Merely picturing Denzel and Marlene’s face also invited terrifying scenarios of their well-being without her care.
“....You know, I’m not really sure.”
#❥﹥and yet she still fought on {ic}#❥﹥and through her fingers she spoke {ask}#suplex51#nothing says a good morning like a sad post
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A quick and easy plotting guide
Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!
My muse(s):
Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse
Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other
Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship
Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other
I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other
Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!
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levitersora
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“You’re perfect.”
(really!?!? bhdsabkf short babies aaaaaa
That feeling when you’re the same height as that one spiky boi
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Reblogging for a friend, her dog is sick and needs treatment! She only needs 700 and I can only provide 100 out of that to help! She’s not earning a whole lot to cover this expense so any help will be greatly appreciated!
If anyone can help or even reblog that’d be super!
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“You’re perfect.”
Meme﹥ ﹥ ﹥Accepting! ‖ @levitersora
“Aw thanks, that was really sweet of you!”
Her cheeks stretched from the wide grin plastered on her face. Akin to how a mother treated her child, she brought forth a hand to gently pinch his cheek–A habit she developed while caring for Marlene and Denzel.
“But I think that should be reserved for someone you really like.”
#❥﹥and through her fingers she spoke {ask}#❥﹥and yet she still fought on {ic}#levitersora#i wanted the motherly vibe here but then i search up sora's height and.... fck they're like the same height???
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Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously!
(though off anon is fine too!)
“Is there someone you hold dear?”
“Don’t you feel any guilt?”
“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
“There must be something you fear.”
“Do you have a home?”
“Is there someone you like?”
“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”
“Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Aren’t you happy?”
“Who do you despise?”
“How do you sleep at night?”
“How do you manage to keep going despite everything?”
“What do you think of kindness?”
“What do you think of hatred?”
“Why do you fight?”
“Why do you live?”
“How much blood have you spilled?”
“How much death have you seen?”
“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”
“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”
“Can’t you tell they love you?”
“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”
“Can’t you see that they hate you?”
“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”
“You’re not tainted.”
“You’re not alone.”
“You’re awful.”
“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”
“You’re an emotionless robot.”
“You’re just a lap dog.”
“It’s not over.”
“He/she needs you.”
“Stop lying.”
“Stop fighting.”
“Stop pushing others away.”
“You’re cruel.”
“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”
“You depend on him/her too often.”
“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”
“You’re too impulsive, it’s reckless.”
“You’re too careless, it’s a liability.”
“He/she is bringing you down.”
“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
“You need to listen.”
“You need to speak up more often.”
“You’re weak.”
“You’re strong. Stronger than you’ll ever know.”
“You’re too proud.”
“Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”
“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”
“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”
“You can’t cheat death.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”
“That person is only holding you back.”
“They’re too good for you.”
“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”
“It will get better.”
“You look lonely.”
“You look bitter.”
“You look tired.”
“You’re hiding a painful burden.”
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“You will always be worthless.”
“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”
“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”
“You’ll rise above them all.”
“You’ll find your place in this world.”
“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”
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CLOSED ﹥﹥﹥ @amoirsetpacis
“Hm?”
Craning her neck to peer at the stranger, she was greeted with a tall, blonde man watching her with a bewildered expression.
“Well…” she glanced around the room.
Technically she could manage the workload alone. Excluding the heavier furniture, boxes of various sizes were scattered about. It certainly couldn’t hurt to have extra hands, if only to quicken the cleaning process. Still, before she could request his aid, there was another matter: payment. Surely he wouldn’t take time out of his life just out of the kindness of his heart. Unfortunately her own wallet was lacking in funds at the moment.
Starting with a hesitant tone, she attempted to lighten the awkward mood with a smile, “If you’re not in a rush, I could use the help. I don’t have any money but…”
Of course, there was her cooking! Tifa had always received a variety a compliments on her culinary talents–something she confidently prided herself in.
“…How does a nice meal sound? I did buy some groceries earlier today.”
#❥﹥and yet she still fought on {ic}#❥﹥Vash 01 {thread}#amoirsetpacis#okay hopefully this works!#have i mentioned trigun is my all-time favorite anime? cause it is and i will always geek over it!
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She noted his determined gaze pointed towards towards a shop across the street. The outfits on display were of moderate interest, however she sympathized with his plight. Shopowners has the unfortunate habit of judging based soley on opinion.
Tifa briefly eyed the stranger curiously, somewhat amused by frozen stature despite his words of bravado. She pointed her chin towards his feet, which remained glued to the pavement.
“Well then,” she chuckled, “What’s stopping you?”
This store was real fancy-like. Like. Extremely bougie. But here he was nonetheless, eyeing a pair of really nice sneakers in a store that he couldn’t afford. Nothing out of the ordinary, aside from his… disguise.
“They kicked me out last week for being too ugly and having a big mustard stain on my shirt. They said I was ‘making them look bad.’ Cowards. Well, not today. Today I’m getting into that store and there’s not a force in the world that can stop me.”
He stood there, looking pointedly at the girl that he’d just begun monologuing to. It doesn’t really look like his feet are moving him anywhere, despite his big claims.
@lockthart
#hello! thanks so much for the starter!#❥﹥Osomatsu 01 {thread}#❥﹥and yet she still fought on {ic}#nagomioniisan
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{Before I start my long ass drive home, here’s a starter ad for Tifa! She’s a mean punching machine with a motherly-esque vibe, an easy to approach unless you’re really trying to mess with her. Capped at 2 for now!}
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{It feeeeels good to be back! I had to vanish for a bit since my laptop suddenly decided to die, apart from a very depressive episode I had from work and my personal life! But I finally got some things squared away and ready to fully commit! I’ll post a lil’ ad after I’m done with work and school <3}
#❥﹥and she left with a final goodbye {ooc}#posting this here too cause im at work and shouldnt techincally be on here rn
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cloudedblades:
Now there was a little bit of a surprise. Even back home, Tifa preferred to call rather than text. Maybe she supposed it would be easier for him? Come to think of it, he supposed it sort of was…
In any case, he hadn’t really expected her to invite him to the party like this. he probably should have, though. It was probably only ever a matter of time, and all things considered, he’d rather it be now than last night.
From: Cloud
To: Tifa
[SMS]: I guess I might as well.
[SMS]: See you there.
Little did Tifa know, he’d been planning to attend at least part of the banquet anyways. At least now he had a good reason to go, and somebody to go with. Typical Tifa, he supposed, trying to drag him out of solitude and into the light. (Or the night, actually, but still.)
The friend date now established, Tifa looked for the nearest unoccupied bench to settle into. Thankfully that proved simple to accomplish as most of the festive-goers focused on the bountiful feast before them.
With naught but solitude to keep her company, she pondered on Cloud’s dry response to her invitation. She had not expected him to accept it so quickly yet found it somewhat comforting. In truth, she had wanted to talk to him and found the perfect excuse. Despite the confidence that he was more than capable of caring for herself, her thoughts would become restless until that could be confirmed. It was a natural state for her to be concerned for his well-being yet it would be a sentiment she would quietly take to the grave.
As her mind crafted innocent fantasies of her cherished friend, the conversation from their initial conversation also surfaced. How did this all happen? It was a question that constantly teased her to no end. She couldn’t fully understand his explanation of this world yet the disturbing undertone was enough to provide her with several restless nights.
As the minutes passed, she found it difficult to maintain her eyes open. The warm evening was like a comforting lullaby, complemented by the constant buzz of voices conversing at once--Not to mention the mental exhaustion of the unanswerable questions tugging at her brain. Having sat in one place for some time drew forth the fatigue from her body as evident by her slight swaying.
“He’ll probably be a while,” she murmured under her breath, her eyes drooping heavily, “I’ll just take...a little nap.”
#❥﹥and yet she still fought on {ic}#❥﹥she unwillingly danced to their tune {event}#❥﹥and through the pain she uttered her farewell {depths pt. 1}#cloudedblades#idk if you wanted to continue this but let me know!
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Cloud’s assumed “theory” was correct after all.
Chattering voices weaving in and out of her eardrums initially prevented her from hearing someone calling to her. However she occasionally glance around her surroundings, certain someone had voiced her name. A couple more blocks later, and the voice became louder. And there was a certain familiarity to it.
Tifa immediately stopped in her tracks as though to wait for its source. Her deep crimson eyes lowered into a scrutinizing stare until she noted a young girl sprinting towards her with a clumsy grin.
Yuffie?!
Her observant gaze immediately softened upon sighting the ninja, relief and concern overwhelming her senses.
“I didn’t expect to see you here, Yuffie,” her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the other’s rambunctious greeting.
lockthart liked your post “Okay now that Yuffie has been accepted, I’m REALLY sweaty, only…”
“Wait,” YEAH, wait. Is that….IS THAT TIFA? There’s no doubt that it is. The long black hair, the way they stand. The back. THAT is definitely Tifa’s back. Listen! Yuffie isn’t weird, she just tends to pay attention. Not to mention, she’s been around TIfa for awhile! It’d be weird if she didn’t know how Tifa’s back looked, or how she looked when she stands, or anything about her hair.
Before Yuffie knows it, her feet are moving. HEADED toward the presumably known as Tifa. “Tifa! TIF!” She calls out, hands waving to hopefully catch Tifa’s attention. What is Tifa, a taxi driver?
And she’s gotten closer. IT really is her! “HOLY— IT REALLY IS YOU?” She had been worried she was trapped here by herself! WHAT a relief to know that someone from home was also here.
#❥﹥and yet she still fought on {ic}#❥﹥Yuffie 01 {thread}#oritsuru#ahhh thanks love this is perfect! lol and of course i'll let you know#continuing this after 200000000 years lmaooo
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CLOSED ﹥﹥﹥ @amoirsetpacis
In her spare time, she would dream of 7th Heaven.
To the public it was nothing more than a bar/ restaurant hybrid. A place to indulge in cold drinks and delicious food to enjoy in a comfortable atmosphere. However it held a special place in her heart. One could say it was her comfort blanket. Occupying herself through cooking and serving drinks, this method allowed her to accept the loss of friends and family. Though not exactly the healthiest coping mechanism, she pulled through each death stronger and more determined.
She never thought she would open her shop here of all places...
Despite her goal within reach, the place required an enormous amount of work before it could be realized. To say it was a fixer-upper was quite an understatement. Excusing the clusters of cobwebs and critters decorated the walls, much of the plumbing system had corroded along with electrical issues. Yet standing there in awe while breathing in the stale air, she couldn’t be more at peace.
The soft jingle of a bell brought her back to her senses though her firm gaze remained fixated on a large and ornate table.
“Sorry, we’re not open just yet!” she called over her shoulder.
Once in a while, someone would mistakenly enter the establishment hoping for a drink. She waved dismissively before abruptly heaving the table over her head, balancing on one hand while hooking the sheet under her arm. The table could be estimated at about 200 pounds yet there was hardly evidence of exertion in her movements.
She remained unaware of the stranger’s reaction as she continued with the task.
#❥﹥and yet she still fought on {ic}#❥﹥Vash 01 {thread}#amoirsetpacis#hope this works for you! please let me know otherwise!!
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Gonna watch her zombified parents crawling onto shore.
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If only people knew how to enjoy the festivities without disturbing others.
A ring of bystanders observed the ensuing brawl, uttered cheers as the woman landed each punch. Her movements were confidently executed, as though she knew exactly where to place her limbs. She fought at a speed many would consider unnatural--The opponents were sadly never given a proper chance to retaliate. Only minutes were spared as her assailants surrendered and escaped in cowering form.
Applause trickling from some of the observers, the crowd eventually dispersed until only two remain. Her brilliant crimson eyes immediately fell upon the other woman, and she responded to her question with a thumbs up.
“Yeah, I think they’ll think twice before trying that again!” she wiped the droplets of sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, “Thanks for cheering me on, by the way! It really boosted my confidence.”
@lockthart | event starter call.
“Oh yeah! Give them hell!”
Unlike the many bystanders quietly watching the brawl between a few troublemakers and a single woman, Rinoa was the only person to step in. From the sidelines and playing it safe, she cheered on the woman from afar. Once things finally calmed down, the girl decided to step forward. She’d like to think her support helped out, somehow. The troublemakers were long gone and although the woman who challenged them proved she could hold her own, Rinoa had to check on her. It slightly bothered her that people continued to watch, without comment.
Hmph, the nerve of them.
“Everything all good? You really did them in.”
#❥﹥and yet she still fought on {ic}#❥﹥she unwillingly danced to their tune {event}#❥﹥and through the pain she uttered her farewell {depths pt. 1}#❥﹥Rinoa 01 {thread}#angelicshot#thanks so much for the starter!
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