sadistinwhite

[sadistinwhite]

Hojo: If you bit it and you die – it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die – it’s venomous. Zack: What if it bites me and it dies? Hojo: That means you are poisonous, Zack Fair, learn to read. Zack: What if it bites itself and I die? Cissney: That’s voodoo. Zack: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Tseng: That’s correlation, not causation Zack: What if we bite each other and neither of us die? Reno: That’s kinky Cloud: Oh my gods, you people!

#hojo #zack fair #cissnei #tseng #cloud strife #reno #;humour me

[sadistinwhite]

You told me once that love is a gentle thing, but when I say love I always mean violence. I mean my mouth as a slaughterhouse, something you need but could never truly look at. Me kissing you full on your split lip. Love is lemonade made with the rinds and no honey. A child who wants but never speaks. Love is I’ve never known how to touch without hurting. Love is my mother with her sewing needles, teaching me how to bleed.

LOVE AS RADIO SILENCE // h.y.k (inspired by Darshana Suresh’s An Exploration of the Unknown)

#;related

[sadistinwhite]

    The question itself was assertory and difficult by nature, and, admittedly, one of which the man in white had not expected to leave his ‘princess’s’ lips on a mundane morning such as this when the smell of Wutian java beans permeating so heavily in the air was only dimmed by the flower, a single carnation, in the centre of the table. “Would you rather I be something else rather than your father? Do tell, do you judge the value of love to be asserted by the amount of freedom given, or the care taken?” 

    “You are my child. You should expect that I had wished nothing else but the best for you.” 

Emotions

✲ The princess tilted her head at the older man, frowning. “So you did love, father. You did, you did, so why are you so…well, strict upon my future?” She frowned. “You were happy with her- my mother. So why are you not happy with me?”

#canistrumflorum #Mister D. #{ here you go } #{ in which Hojo did adopt Aerith }

[sadistinwhite]

    Oh,     but you see,     I did listen very attentively 

                -- which is precisely why thin lips did twist,                  bemusement written in tone. 

    “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

        What a good boy, I could have as well added but taunting a Turk is not the reason why we are gathering here today. “On your other point, ....” I snapped the tourniquet around his arm and gave the flesh a quick tap. His pale physique, I had rather hoped, should made easier for me to get a read of his vein. Curious indeed is how our biological construction has came to be. “--I am not those kind of doctors.” 

                “You would do well to remember.”

    ( The face, and the ID number do match. ) 

    ( I guess I can go on then. ) 

                  “ Your name, Turks. This is not your fieldwork. ” 

        A loud harrumph escaped, mirroring perfectly         the mild annoyance conceived. The length of         a tourniquet was wrapped around the other’s         exposed arm soon as form turned back.                           

    “ Truly, I don’t really understand the necessity to keep such a front here. Some sort of a coping mechanism to fulfil your childhood’s dream playing heroes, was it? ” 

    “ Per your question, that information is granted on the need to know basis. ” 

#mybikeasmypride #Mister D. #{ 10 years later } #{ I'm sorry } #{ difficult muse is difficult muse }

[sadistinwhite]

OH JINGLE BELLS, VINCENT SMELLS, CAIT SITH LAID AN EGG, OH WHAT FUN IT IS TO RIDE ON THE HIGHWIND FOR THE DAY! OH SHINRA HELL, HOJO KILLS; RENO DROPPED THE PLATE *CRASH* OH WHAT FUN IT IS TO RIDE ON THE HIGHWIND FOR THE DAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! WARK *chocobo jazz hands*

Remember stay safe kids!

#lucrecia crescent #.humour

[sadistinwhite]

My darling, you can’t see it, can you? How like the moon you are. Both of you so timid in yourselves; hiding pieces from the world. Then, there are those rare moments when you both are full, and it becomes hard to look away. You are beautiful.

Alexandria Drzewiecki  (via niedobitek)

#skeleton in the closet

[sadistinwhite]

#;related

[sadistinwhite]

    ( The face, and the ID number do match. ) 

    ( I guess I can go on then. ) 

                  “ Your name, Turks. This is not your fieldwork. ” 

        A loud harrumph escaped, mirroring perfectly         the mild annoyance conceived. The length of         a tourniquet was wrapped around the other’s         exposed arm soon as form turned back.                           

    “ Truly, I don’t really understand the necessity to keep such a front here. Some sort of a coping mechanism to fulfil your childhood’s dream playing heroes, was it? ” 

    “ Per your question, that information is granted on the need to know basis. ” 

    “ A wise decision. “ 

                ( Certainly unlike the last of your kind in my path. ) 

    Chair was then turned. During the same span     of time, pen was pocketed back.  

        “ Now, tell me your name and your company ID. “      

    Gnarled digits eased out from the centre of palm to     retrieve the tourniquet. Not a glance was to be spared     toward the supposed patient. Focused mind was     more attuned toward validating the expected response     with those mentioned on the chart.

                “ Also, roll up your sleeve. I’ll need some                    blood sample. With what you Turks do                    for a living, I don’t suppose that’s going                     to be an issue. Isn’t that correct? ”

#mybikeasmypride #( Now muse is comparing Turk to a guild of heroes wanna be ) #( which means all those children inside a bloody playground ) #Mister D.

[sadistinwhite]

    Revolution comes at a price. She knows hers as well as I know mine. Not even Gast Faremis is protected despite that shiny metal nameplate engraved with his name and position atop smooth slick desk, and one other on the glassy pane of his door. 

    We all do what we must. 

            “ Then I suggest that you start caring again.                It won’t be just for my own gaining after all.                   We, that is Faremis, I, the lovely Dr. Crescent                   and the rest of man kind, are all invested in                this discovery. ” 

    Moving from its prior position close to temple, hand shifted to retrieve a sole manila binder on the desk. The content was soon extend forward. “ Here. ”  

        “ We are visiting the reactor on Friday.            Included are the list of people expected            to make the journey, and the equipment             required. We may need to stay overnight            but I will leave those details to you. ”

>: αиcìєит ραρєяὠσяκ :<

#dellafine #Mister D. #( whoops ) #( what is hojo muse? ) #( I have no idea ) #( > > )

[sadistinwhite]

waiting for the remake of ff7…

to celebrate, I plan to draw one by one all ff7 characters.

  fifth, Hojo.

  swayback, doctor’s gown, evil eyes…

18 years ago, I hated him.

but…now, this man even adorable.

I love all ff7 characters.

                                          the original model pictures ↓

#hojo #professor hojo

[sadistinwhite]

    “ A wise decision. " 

                ( Certainly unlike the last of your kind in my path. ) 

    Chair was then turned. During the same span     of time, pen was pocketed back.  

        “ Now, tell me your name and your company ID. “      

    Gnarled digits eased out from the centre of palm to     retrieve the tourniquet. Not a glance was to be spared     toward the supposed patient. Focused mind was     more attuned toward validating the expected response     with those mentioned on the chart.

                “ Also, roll up your sleeve. I’ll need some                    blood sample. With what you Turks do                    for a living, I don’t suppose that’s going                     to be an issue. Isn’t that correct? ”

                ( Which is why you are perfect. ) 

    “ That would be for me to decide. Now up on the        bed you go. Regulations dictate that this must        be done by today and I have no intention to        waste more time than I already have. ”

                The name and the data on the chart was inspected.                 Names never matter much for they are all the same                  – subjects. Data on physiology, and sometimes                 state of mind are those of interest. Tap, sounded a                 pen against the chart once before it was placed aside.  

“ Either that, or you can take it to the two    gentlemen guarding the door over there.    I couldn’t personally care less if you    get disciplined or dismissed. ”

#mybikeasmypride #( always ) #( esp. with this old bats ) #( n_n )

[sadistinwhite]

                ( Which is why you are perfect. ) 

    “ That would be for me to decide. Now up on the        bed you go. Regulations dictate that this must        be done by today and I have no intention to        waste more time than I already have. ”

                The name and the data on the chart was inspected.                 Names never matter much for they are all the same                  -- subjects. Data on physiology, and sometimes                 state of mind are those of interest. Tap, sounded a                 pen against the chart once before it was placed aside.  

“ Either that, or you can take it to the two    gentlemen guarding the door over there.    I couldn’t personally care less if you    get disciplined or dismissed. ”

“You could try teaching a dog a trick or two.  But at the end of the day, dogs are still dogs,  aren’t they?” 

          Quiet murmur sounded from thin lips.           Accompanied by a small rueful shake of head,           it appeared more a remark made to oneself           than one fully intended to rouse a response. 

    “That would be a professor to you, Turk.”            

#mybikeasmypride #( winging it like there's no tomorrow ) #Mister D. #( :P )

[sadistinwhite]

“You could try teaching a dog a trick or two.  But at the end of the day, dogs are still dogs,  aren’t they?” 

          Quiet murmur sounded from thin lips.           Accompanied by a small rueful shake of head,           it appeared more a remark made to oneself           than one fully intended to rouse a response. 

    “That would be a professor to you, Turk.”            

sadistinwhite started following you

“And who the fuck are you?” A white coat. Possibly doctor. Or mad scientist. Maybe both. Whichever, Alvis did not like the vibes he was getting from this guy. 

#mybikeasmypride #( thank you for the starter ) #( :) )

[sadistinwhite]

{I don’t know–}

Whatever he was expecting, she wasn’t sure. Did she care? Not in the least. The Katana was heaving from breath, form trembling delightfully as her blood cascaded sluggishly down her hips, into the ‘intimate’ folds of her sex and further down her thighs. It was all to exciting, standing as letting her blood drip down, shakily holding onto the table she had been strapped to not long ago. He didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest, scalpel still in hand, white glace keeping his traitorous flesh immaculate from her squid like blood. It made her laugh, the sound jarring and grating as it bounced off hollow metal walls and machinery.

It was too much, too much.

HE was pushing on her now, trying to get her off, trying to get that steel needle into her neck; the one she had watched him blunt purposefully not long before. He wanted to hurt her, make her scream and writhe, and it excited her. Her whole form trembled with it, feeling the burr his file had left rip uncomfortably through her skin and flesh as the needle sunk awkwardly underneath her clavicle. It missed her lung though, thankfully, and she just kept pressing on.

His lab coat was growing black with her blood, her wounds slowly healing even as they fought. She heard a frail bone snap, and suddenly, she was biting. One, two, three finger joints in her mouth, one finger stubbed and the other gone. She had to spit them out though, or choke, and she needed to breathe. She had to breathe, inhale the pheromones he was putting off, smell his determination and acceleration, exhale the residual waste of whatever drug he had put into her system. It was all fun though, so much fun, blood incisors flashed as the corners of her mouth tore due to the width of her smile.

It was too much, too much; too much fun.

#theremnantsblade #submission #( we love this ) #( but we have no idea how to reply ) #( so we are just going to post it ) #; keepsake #soubanightmare

[sadistinwhite]

Science + Halloween = a jack-o’-lantern fit for the Headless Horseman himself. An awesome high school chemistry teacher dazzled their students by creating this phenomenal jack-o’-lantern with bright green flames burning inside its head.

The spooky green fire is produced by burning boric acid and methanol together. Click here for instructions for how to make green fire. Just be sure to do it outdoors and very carefully. No one wants to get burned or, you know, summon the vengeful ghost of a decapitated Hessian soldier.

[via Geekologie and Neatorama]

#;interests #( definitely how hojo approaches this ) #headcanon

[sadistinwhite]

    The doctor would announce that he believed the boy was with a fever. Although, it was likely that no confirmation was to be given unless a more proper tool, a thermometer rather than his own gnarled hand, had been applied to evaluate. 

    Afterwards, only when those had been correctly applied would he make a record of the data, these of which were to be measured every hour and kept in a chart by the end of the patient’s bed. While he would normally leave such tedious tasks to his assistant, a disease that was strong enough to take down his most precious specimen seemed to demand his attention. 

    Blood was drawn, and samples grown in Petri dishes. it was a couple of days later that he confirmed it was, indeed, a Pfeiffer’s Disease. 

            That’s when the mystery was dispelled   &             the boy was left once more             to the labrats’ hands.     

    The doctor was always a busy man after all.

And here he will place a hand atop your brows, a touch that is surprisingly soft, cool, soothing, and everything you never once would have associated with him. For that mere minutes before the hand is removed, perhaps he could have been the father you long wished for. ooc: Funny fact. All my muses would do this for yours.

And the doctor would know his patient has a fever of 39℃ and a blood pressure of 50. Its either a virus, or possibly Pfeiffer’s Disease. 

So Sephiroth tosses over in stages because if he does it too quick he feels like he may fall out of bed. Nonsense, of course, but feeling dizzy while laying down is a experience he does not like: makes him nauseaus.

And beneath the silver hair he cracks a faint chaste smirk, because though he would let other doctors touch him, he would not trust any of them. The only one he’ll allow, the only one who matters right now in this spell of illness, is Doctor Hojo himself.

(Or maybe that’s the fever talking?)

#rpsephiroth

[sadistinwhite]

On the table-- thud-- did you hear?-- thud-- thud thud-- the sound of his dying heart?-- thud thud thud-- It came to stop-- Lips bared-- Thin edge uncurled-- A centre piece-- Metal gleamed past burnt crimson-- A bullet I placed-- /On/ the table-- His

thud thud thud

For it didn’t beat – no, not the constant steady thrum, that trustworthy two-step dancing in his breast, that could be heard behind the ribs of a healthy man. It thudded – as if pushing itself to stand only to fall, harder and harder each time, injury worsening with each slam to the unforgiving ground.

Oh, she could hear; within the walls, behind the voices of the technicians as they prepped and sterilized, tripping through his teeth framed by sneering lips, pulsing behind his irises. It thrummed in her ears, interrupted only by a sudden shot – a crack of fire and metal and fury and anguish, hurling itself through flesh and bone with nothing to trigger it but the tension in one finger.

thudhis body to the floor

       thud the pain in her head

              thud her body to the floor

                      thud

                             thud

                                    thud

For a heart could die in many ways, though the sound was always the same unmistakable thud.

#; wife #; keepsake