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Don't forget to follow me at shivaswarrior

The URL has been changed officially, so please follow shivaswarrior and follow me on the new blog

#{.out of hp.}

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Still working in making the blog pretty but the move is almost complete. Dont forget that if a personal has started following you, it's me. Squall will be staying on a sideblog for now but he may get his own account one day.

But while I work on that, I am still doing on discord.

#{.out of hp.} #i still owe a remake of the dissidia group #but I'm also returning to having a ygo muse return and wow does no one rp it anymore lol

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If you get a new personal following you

…it’s me.

I’ve already started working Squall over to a new side blog. URL will eventually be this one but for the moment it’s slightly different until I give it up on this account. Please tag me with the correct url ‘shivaswarrior’ for easier finding!

#{.out of hp.} #{.garden announcement; listen up!.} #{...i'll be waiting for queue...}

[shivaswarriorarchive-blog]

If you get a new personal following you

…it’s me.

I’ve already started working Squall over to a new side blog. URL will eventually be this one but for the moment it’s slightly different until I give it up on this account. Please tag me with the correct url ‘shivaswarrior’ for easier finding!

#{.out of hp.} #{.garden announcement; listen up!.} #{...i'll be waiting for queue...}

[shivaswarriorarchive-blog]

If you get a new personal following you

…it’s me.

I’ve already started working Squall over to a new side blog. URL will eventually be this one but for the moment it’s slightly different until I give it up on this account. Please tag me with the correct url ‘shivaswarrior’ for easier finding!

#{.out of hp.} #{.garden announcement; listen up!.} #{...i'll be waiting for queue...}

[shivaswarriorarchive-blog]

If you get a new personal following you

...it's me.

I've already started working Squall over to a new side blog. URL will eventually be this one but for the moment it's slightly different until I give it up on this account. Please tag me with the correct url 'shivaswarrior' for easier finding!

#{.out of hp.} #{.Garden announcement; listen up!.}

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Small (not really) announcement

So boys and girls and all between… It’s finally happened.

I no longer feel comfortable on this blog so it will be permentantly archived.

It’s a decision I’ve wrestled with for the past couple months behind the scenes, especially with Terra. I tried not to let my breakup interfere with my life but it did due to lack of…anything on her side. Since my break up, I’ve been questioning my sexuality, which includes being polyamorous, and if I am trans or just non-binary.

I lost a lot, learned to leave pieces where they lie… But I cannot stop the memories every time I log in here.

I miss my old friends, I miss my ex but it seems that life of mine is over.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

I honestly don’t know if I wish to continue Terra on tumblr. However, my sideblogs (Squall, Nyx, and Gladio that is) may be moved under another main.

I know I keep asking but if you all could be just a little more patient while I perform this task, I will be appreciative. I doubt I ever will leave tumblr at this point, I’ve said I will and always return.

Thank you and stay beautiful, all.

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I wonder how long it will take for me to stop dreaming of you. if I had known how long this love would stick to my skin, would I still have started it? yes. yes. a thousand times yes.

Fortesa Latifi (via madgirlf)

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The fire had almost extinguished in the short quest to finding shelter from prying eyes in the world and could've been Leonhart's saving grace. Yet, the very moment the door swings shut, the air is already charged again, putting the brunet back on a small adrenaline trip at the realization this is actually happening.

The most reaction he can give at first is the parting of his lips to lash out another prodding of the bear; however, the sudden slam against the wall almost catapults him back to the moment behind the bar just minutes ago and the fire becomes a wild flame inside him.

Teeth bite and pull at Almasy's lips as fingers dig into various spots to yank and tug the blond closer while leaving small bruises in his wake. It's easy to help shed the bomber jacket but Squall lets out a growl when he's forced to stop his own conquest in favor of stripping down. As soon as his arms are free again, they attack Seifer's clothes without careful thought.

The vest is pulled and nearly ripped open before he grips at that trademark trench coat, sending it to a heap on the dark hotel floor. They'll find it late by tripping over it, he's sure; yet, the destination of their clothing is the last of his worries at the moment. The clank and jingle of his criss-crossed belt puzzle sounds in the frustration his rival gives almost pleases him.

(I'm not easy in any sense.)

"Maybe you're just too fucking drunk," comes the slurred challenge past Leonhart's lips. Old habits mixing with liquor to prompt and goad Seifer into a higher frenzy.

In a way, he wants to see how far he can make the taller male come undone...the alcohol soaked portion of him, at least.

A hard push is suddenly given, Squall hoping that the blond aggressor all over him will stumble somewhere towards a flat surface, intending to launch his own full assault now.

(I swear I'll break you if you aren't careful.)

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Despite the rest of the world not being able to hear Seifer, the noise is not unnoticed completely. No, if anything, it becomes fuel to the fire and pushes Leonhart on; a man torn between proving a point and just exploring life as he’s stuck against the now rubbing brick wall. He needs to hear it again, just once more can’t hurt, can it?

Drunk on both the unfolding and foreign sensation along with liquor, Squall feels the spinning returning and tilting his world. There is even a moment he’s sure his knees no longer can keep him up, yet the question has the entire universe screeching to a halt. 

(Don’t fucking make me think about this…)

To think about it means to study it, and if he does, the hazy veil will lift and remind him of the true face of reality. Something that, for once, Squall doesn’t wish to do –to think, to judge, or even to fully comprehend what any of this even means. Yet, he forces a calming breath out of himself as he tries to figure the new riddle out.

They are already here, it makes the most sense for them just to finish the job where it started; however, the chill in the ocean air and the simple fact the shadow they’re already hiding in is shallow. One good drunk stumble could suddenly include anyone as a third in this secret scene. Just the thought of being caught by someone either of them knew is almost to set his head back on his shoulders.

(Stop thinking about it.)

“Hotel’s not far…” Squall is going to ignore the breathless and rasping tone to his voice, even if the smallest hint of usual Leonhart annoyance still leaks through. After a moment, it seems the magic is broken as bare (and frigid) hands come up, leaving the newfound toy behind, to push the taller man back and out of his space again.

“Before I change my mind.”

He doesn’t touch Squall again until they’re locked away, behind a bolted door, gil hurled at the girl at the counter in exchange for a key, tossed and lost almost immediately upon entry. 

The space between them is overwhelming, a distance he wants to run, a distance insurmountable. Seifer clears it in two long strides, burning intensity in his gaze now that the distractions are gone, the whisper of the sea and the thump of bass. He’s made his decision, somewhere between now and then– if they never speak again after this, he’ll make it worth it. 

He slams Squall against the nearest flat surface, shoving off that stupid jacket and that plain white t-shirt, hearing stitches pop and break in the latter. The pretense of gentleness is gone– Squall is neither dainty nor feminine nor wide-eyed innocence, and they have spilled each other’s blood too often to feign any interest in delicacy now. 

“You wear,” he snarls against Leonhart’s lips, wind-chapped and cold, hands tearing at buckles, “too many fucking belts.” 

#bloodfxst #{.v; hard to forget.} #have a long ass reply since I didn't get to this as soon as I promised

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"All this blood isn't mine, I swear." -bloodfxst

♘ | .(Accepting). | @bloodfxst

“Beating First Years for spending money?”

He’s joking, in his own Squall-like way, whatever helps ease the suffocating silence as he continues to help the blond clean himself up.

On the inside, Leonhart is seething --how dare someone try challenging this fucker, expecting any less? Now, he has to help clean up this mess because Hyne only knows Almasy loves to run his mouth.

(Will you ever learn?)

#{.New Mission.} #bloodfxst #{.v; hard to forget.}

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i’ve got soul, but i’m not a soldier

rules | dossier

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"Please tell me you're still breathing." -corditeheart

♘ | .(Accepting). | @corditeheart

Barely.

But, yes, he’s still breathing at the moment. Even if the breaths outright hurt and cause his face to contort faintly. 

Forcing his eyes open again, at first to stare at the twilight glimmer-filled sky and regain himself. Then, his gaze drifts to the right to see Xu’s face, offering a weak smirk in return.

He’ll live.

#{.New Mission.} #{.v; mixing business and pleasure.} #corditeheart

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bloodfxst:

He will consume and devour, he will leave naught but scorched earth in his wake. Seifer groans as Squall’s hand moves, grateful for the deafening roar of the sea and the pounding music beating against the bar’s walls– drunk people are oblivious, and they fit well enough in the shadows back here. 

He’ll take full responsibility for this in the morning, when the gin and tequila and whiskey have faded from their systems, when everything is just an embarrassing blur. Seifer’s hands slip beneath Squall’s shirt, palms warming with the barest edge of a spell, an unconscious effort. 

“Here, or somewhere else?” he manages– not the dorm, because there’s no way he can make it up to Garden in this state, but he’s got some spare cash, and the hotel is literally across the street…

But pinning Leonhart against the rough brick until he begs for mercy has its own sadistic appeal, too. 

Despite the rest of the world not being able to hear Seifer, the noise is not unnoticed completely. No, if anything, it becomes fuel to the fire and pushes Leonhart on; a man torn between proving a point and just exploring life as he’s stuck against the now rubbing brick wall. He needs to hear it again, just once more can’t hurt, can it?

Drunk on both the unfolding and foreign sensation along with liquor, Squall feels the spinning returning and tilting his world. There is even a moment he’s sure his knees no longer can keep him up, yet the question has the entire universe screeching to a halt. 

(Don’t fucking make me think about this...)

To think about it means to study it, and if he does, the hazy veil will lift and remind him of the true face of reality. Something that, for once, Squall doesn’t wish to do --to think, to judge, or even to fully comprehend what any of this even means. Yet, he forces a calming breath out of himself as he tries to figure the new riddle out.

They are already here, it makes the most sense for them just to finish the job where it started; however, the chill in the ocean air and the simple fact the shadow they’re already hiding in is shallow. One good drunk stumble could suddenly include anyone as a third in this secret scene. Just the thought of being caught by someone either of them knew is almost to set his head back on his shoulders.

(Stop thinking about it.)

“Hotel’s not far...” Squall is going to ignore the breathless and rasping tone to his voice, even if the smallest hint of usual Leonhart annoyance still leaks through. After a moment, it seems the magic is broken as bare (and frigid) hands come up, leaving the newfound toy behind, to push the taller man back and out of his space again.

“Before I change my mind.”

#bloodfxst #{.v; hard to forget.}

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#{..out of HP..} #well then~ #here we go

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His own boldness startles him inwardly, a jolt of something sparking both in his chest and his groin upon the realization how much he can feel in this grip. It's almost burning and half of him wants to gain control of the situation again, to push Seifer off and stumble his way back to his room without getting caught.

What startles him more is Almasy actual agreeing, giving him little time for any other input before those damned lips are on his again and...

(Hyne, give me strength)

The body heat pressing against him feels amazing; even through his leather he swears he can feel it. That burning heat that always comes from the blind asshole, something Squall has always found himself drawn to.

Seifer is fire --hot, destructive and repeatedly being told what to burn and how badly. Fire has no master, not in reality --Squall is aware how much control he really gives the other man and fuck it if he can't help it.

(Maybe I want to be consumed)

Those flames are fanned by the kiss and the demanding rocking of hips to which his fingers curl a bit more tightly around the hidden finish line, teeth snapping and clacking against the other set as he feels the wall dig into his back hard enough to leave marks in his flesh under the shirt.

Leonhart's hand reaches up to grab the fastenings to that stupid vest, having enough of this game.

Even this was a challenge of who could be the conquerer between the two of them, he isn't stupid.

But, when had it started turning him on? When had he even started feeling anything of the sort?

(It's your fault, somehow)

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The pressure on his hip grounds him a bit, lifting the spinning haze that he’s tripped into. His head jerks idly from side to side while his nose scrunches in irritation hearing the laughter, which only causes him to snap his own as if a cornered animal warning someone to back off.

(Is there ever a time you’re serious?)

“Says the man trying to dry hump like a preteen.” More clawed words to hook themselves into Almasy (you won’t get away unscathed this time).

Even with all this denial, his hands are almost ripping the vest to pull the taller closer so he can properly consume him as instinct demands.

There is nothing gentle on Squall’s end; it’s just another fight to win against his rival (least, that is what he’s telling himself in his drunken stupor). His hand is not very soft as it slides down to grip through pants what he’s sure Seifer actually wants him to pay attention to. It’s logical to go this route, right?

“Shut up.”

(Stop talking and do something.)

And then, surprising even himself, “yes or no?”

All his instincts scream toward no, because this is Leonhart, and he is neither female or dainty or doe-eyed, all the things Seifer usually finds himself drawn to. 

But then Squall’s hand goes straight down south, and all instinct and rationalization have gone right the fuck out the window as he groans out a, “Yes,” into the other’s mouth. 

(He doesn’t know what he’s doing here, doesn’t understand how mild antagonism can do a complete one-eighty to this, clawing each other’s clothes off in a back alleyway at the ass-end of Balamb.) 

He claims Squall’s mouth in violent possessiveness, rolling against his grip; it is too much, (and months later, when he is trapped in a great mythical castle, it will not be enough at all, this touchstone back to who he is.)

#bloodfxst #{.v; hard to forget.}

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* soft angst starters

‘ stay with me tonight? ’

‘ don’t talk. save your strength. ’

‘ hey, i’ve got you. it’s okay. ’

‘ i’ll be right here. don’t worry. ’

‘ i think we’re done. ’

‘ hold my hand. ’

‘ it’s all been a lie, hasn’t it? ’

‘ we’re out of time. ’

‘ you’ll always be a friend. ’

‘ just hold me. ’

‘ i have to leave you behind. i’m sorry. ’

‘ don’t do that. it’ll only hurt. ’

‘ go on, cry. ’

‘ keep your eyes open. ’

‘ can i hug you? ’

‘ i trusted you. ’

‘ do you remember? ’

‘ i loved you. ’