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shadowsageingempress · 8 months

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Florida Man Challenge: Final Fantasy VII Edition

(Note: These headlines do not line up with the characters or my opinion of them. I just did this for fun. Additionally, some of the birthdays are based solely on headcanon and will be marked as such with *)

Cloud Strife, August 11: Florida Man stole forklift, pickup, four-wheeler (and more) in 'impressive crime spree,' deputies say

Tifa Lockhart, May 3: Florida Man invites police to smoke pot while showing off his marijuana plant

Barret Wallace, December 15: Florida Man high on flakka rams car into jail to 'visit friends'

Aerith Gainsborough, February 7: Florida Man accused of hiding marijuana in box of Valentine's Day chocolates

Yuffie Kisaragi, November 20: Florida Man tries to evade police by 'playing Frogger' across busy highway

Vincent Valentine, October 13: Florida Man accused of forcing small alligator to drink beer

Cid Highwind, February 22: Florida Man throws toilet through School Board building window in Illinois

Zack Fair, August 19*: Florida Man arrested after allegedly shoving steaks worth more than $50 down his pants

Angeal Hewley, January 1: Florida Man who attacked McDonald’s worker over straw sentenced to jail

Genesis Rhapsodis, December 13: Florida Man who ran naked through airport screaming about a bomb sentenced to probation

Sephiroth Crescent, December 21*: Florida Man caught on video beating shark with a hammer

(author's note: the shark survived and was released back into the ocean)

Lucrecia Crescent, July 22: Florida Man shoots stepdaughter's boyfriend with shotgun

Weiss, October 2*: Florida Man drinks goat blood in ritual sacrifice, runs for senate

Nero, September 25*: Naked Florida Man outside Chick-Fil-A arrested for trying to fight passersby

Shelke Rui, January 26: Florida Man named ‘Paramedic of the Year’ accused of helping steal Covid-19 vaccines

Honorable Mentions:

12/15 Florida Man throws Christmas tree at wife after food fight

2/7 Florida Man steals car; train sends it crashing into house

2/7 Florida Man accused in plot to attack power grid, illegal street racing

10/13: Florida Man claims he killed, dismembered roommate because he was possibly 'next mass murderer,' cops say

7/22, Watch: Florida Man head-butts bus, loses

9/25 Florida Man throws bicycle, then other man off bridge

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mrfippstuff · 6 months

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Opera Omnia Burst Themes 2/?

With Opera Omnia shutting down, I decided to make a few posts about one of my favorite parts of the game: The Burst Weapons. Not because they were a powerful, much sought after weapon tier that gave big numbers with massive benefits, but because I have a love for Final Fantasy music, and what BTs I wanted was strongly dependent on what song would play when used.

These posts are meant to be more for the sake of archiving what there had been more than anything else, but at the very least I am going to list a large number of great FF songs.

The first listings will be the songs that we had gotten during the game's lifetime.

Final Fantasy XI Shantotto: Iron Colossus Prishe: A Realm of Emptiness Arciela V Aloulin: Arciela's Theme Iroha: Dance of the Tengu Selh'teus: Dusk and Dawn Kam'lanaut: Tough Battle #2 Eald'narche: Belief

Final Fantasy XII Vaan: Flash of Steel Penelo: Penelo's Theme Balthier: Giving Chase Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca: Boss Battle Reks: Boss Battle (Zodiac Age) Vayne Curudas Solidor: The Battle for Freedom Gabranth: Life and Death

Final Fantasy XIII Lightning: Blinded by Light Hope Estheim: Hope's Theme Snow Villiers: Savior of Souls Cid Raines: Desperate Struggle Jihl Nabaat: Test of L'cie Serah Farron: Paradigm Shift Noel Kriess: The Last Hunter Caius Ballad: The Unseen Abyss

Final Fantasy XIV Y'shtola Rhul: Ominous Prognosticks Yda Hext: Defender of the Realm Papalymo Totolymo: Another Brick

Final Fantasy XV Noctis Lucis Caelum: APOCALYPSIS NOCTIS Ignis Scientia: Omnis Lacrima Gladiolus Amicitia: Clash on the Big Bridge (Episode Gladiolus) Lunafreya Nox Fleuret: Advent of the Apocalypse Cor Leonis: The Trials of the Shield Iris Amicitia: Up for the Challenge Ardyn Izunia: Magna Insomnia Aranea Highwind: Invidia

Tactics Ramza Beoulve: Antipyretic Agrias Oaks: Battle on the Bridge

Type-0 Ace: We Have Arrived Deuce: War: The Quiet Bloodbath Cater: War: Howl of the Dreadnaught Queen: The Heart Boils Rem Tokimiya: Rem Tokimiya Machina Kunagiri: Servant of the Crystal Kurasame Susaya: War: Breaking Through

Crystal Chronicles Ciaran: United, Heaven-sent Sherlotta: The Creation of the Origin Yuri: Final Decisive Battle Layle: This is The End For You! Keiss: Narrow Escape Jegran: This is The End For You!

World of Final Fantasy Lann & Reynn: World of Battle Enna Kros: Mega World of Battle

Stranger of Paradise Jack Garland: Jack's Theme Neon: Battle: The Fiend of Fire-Motif from Mt Gulg Astos: Battle: The Suffering of Fools

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#dissidia #opera omnia #final fantasy #music

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rosemochi · 2 years

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For Reasons Wretched and Divine (FFVII, VinTi)

The waterlogged cloak slips off of Vincent’s shoulders, making a dull thud as it hits the ground. Tifa reaches for the buttons on his shirt next, operating entirely on auto-pilot—until Vincent peels her hands away, grasping them firmly in his own. The chill of his gauntlet against her palm shocks Tifa out of her stupor. “Stop,” Vincent gently says, as if he’s trying to calm a frightened animal. “I’m fine.”

But he isn’t. None of them are, simply by virtue of the fact that the apocalypse is hanging over their heads. After all, that’s why they’re in Nibelheim to begin with: because the Highwind had broken down on their way to the Northern Crater. The repairs were estimated to delay them by two extra days, and they didn’t have enough food to bridge the gap—which is why Tifa offered to come here. Vincent had followed at her heels, of course, because that’s simply what he does. What he’s always done.

In a storm-ravaged inn in Nibelheim, Tifa and Vincent finally confront their feelings for one another—and wonder if the apocalypse will extinguish them. Written for @ffviimultimania!

(Read on AO3!)

#FFVII #Final Fantasy VII #Tifa Lockhart #Vincent Valentine #VinTi #I keep forgetting to post this one to tumblr lmao #smut ahoy (if you care about that sort of thing)#my fic

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greyias · 2 years

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FIC: Chance Encounters - Chapter 4

Title: Chance Encounters Fandom: SWTOR Pairing: Theron Shan/f!Jedi Knight (pre-relationship) Rating: T Genre: Canon Divergent AU. Pre-Relationship, Slow Burn Synopsis: Even the smallest change can have large, unseen ripple effects. When Theron Shan books a voyage on the Esseles, he has no idea how a chance encounter with a Jedi Knight will change the course of his life. A canon divergent alternate universe examining what happens when Theron and the Hero of Tython meet much, much sooner. Author’s Notes and Spoilers: See Chapter 1.

The lift doors opened to a bridge in chaos. Frenzied officers and crew hurried about, shouting at each other across the large space to be heard over the blaring alarms and the unsettling shudders of the ship. Theron hardly had time to take all of this in and process it before Highwind marched from the lift, chin held high and shoulders thrown back as if she owned the place.

She glided through the room, weaving around crew members rushing to their stations. Her grace and ease was a counterpoint to Theron as he struggling to keep his balance as he jogged after her. His boots clanked loudly on the metal plating of the deck, and the ship’s hull shuddered beneath him as it took on another barrage of fire. Near the bow, a console exploded from the impact and sent a large man flying across the deck.

Theron fared better, his landing awkward, but he was able to roll into the motion and spring back up to his feet. None of the swaying or rolling seemed to impede Highwind’s progress, and she reached the crew crowding around the downed officer several seconds before him.

A large red stain bloomed across the midsection of his uniform, his captain’s pips barely visible amid the deep crimson. A younger man — a lieutenant, likely the first officer — knelt at the larger man’s side, gently shaking him and pleading for his captain to hold on. However, from the lack of movement int he large man’s chest, it was clear he was already gone.

“He’s gone, sir.” Another large man, the ship’s navigator, shook his head sadly. “That makes you the senior officer.”

The first officer’s face drained of color as that realization set in. Fear slackened what would have been a pleasantly attractive face if one was the type to go for that clean-cut, well-groomed officer look. That wasn’t really Theron’s type to begin with, and while he couldn’t blame anyone for a moment of doubt, the absolute panic seeming to set in on the young officer was not comforting.

“What are your orders, Haken?”

“Orders? What orders can I give, Plex?” First Officer Haken almost choked on the words as his eyes darted around the bridge, seeming desperate for another member of his crew to come up with a solution. “Weapons are out. Shields are out. Long-range communications are out!”

“We still have the engines,” Plex said.

“Fat lot of good that will do us with that tractor beam they have us in! We can’t do anything!”

Highwind’s lips pressed together in disapproval, a deep frown settling in across her features. Something seemed to shift in her entire demeanor as she took in the fear gripping the bridge crew, her eyes glinting like durasteel, spine straightening to her full-height — which wasn’t much considering Theron was close to a foot taller than her, but somehow, she made up for the difference with sheer force of presence.

There was something reassuring, almost calming, about the pure confidence she projected, and for a moment even Theron was pulled in under the spell before he forcibly shook it off. Most of the crew had been drawn in though, all eyes falling on the newcomers, and the rising tide of fear seemed to subside before a single word fell from her lips.

The Esseles’s new commanding officer did not seem swayed, the wild panic in his eyes having given way to a different sort of expression that still had an unpleasant edge to it that might become dangerous given enough time and circumstance. There was something about the man that didn’t quite sit right with Theron, and almost instinctually, he stepped up so he was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Highwind.

“The bridge is off-limits to passengers,” he spat. “We’re in the middle of a situation, so escort yourself out!”

Highwind’s hand raised in a calming fashion, her fingers moving slightly in a motion familiar to Theron, as he’d seen Ngani Zho do it many times during some of his childhood adventures.

“As a Jedi, I came to offer my services in aid of this ship,” she intoned almost too calmly.

“We didn’t ask you for your help, Jedi,” Haken spat. “You and your sidekick can leave.”

“I’m Republic SIS,” Theron said flatly, “not anyone’s sidekick.”

“You smell like a bar,” Haken said. “Not a spy.”

“I’m not—wait, what do you think a spy smells like?” He shook his head, as he really didn’t want an answer to that. “You know what, never mind. Can we please focus on more important matters than spilled whiskey?”

“SIS?” Highwind cocked her head curiously, her surprise melting away some of that pure determination and resolve she had summoned.

“Strategic Intelligence Service.” He dropped his voice to a lower tone, not intending to broadcast any of her ignorance to the entire bridge. “How long have you been a Jedi? Ten minutes?”

“I know what the SIS is,” she volleyed back, brow furrowing at him in consternation. “And I am a Knight of the Republic, not a Padawan.”

Before the conversation could degenerate any further, a loud trill from the comms system cut through the tension in the room. If long-range communications were down, that meant the hailing signal was coming from the only nearby ship — the Imperial flagship that was looming off the bow.

Haken visibly paled at the hail, but made a signal to the communications officer to put it through. Theron stepped back from the holoterminal’s view as the image shimmered to life. A tall, dark-haired Imperial officer stepped into view, half of his face marred by an unsightly mass of scars. His regal, imperious bearing was typical of most officers in the Empire, but it was clear that he was a Grand Moff based on the colorful array of rank insignia, the blues, reds, and yellows slightly muted by the holographic signal. That meant they were being addressed by one of the highest ranking members of the Imperial armed forces.

Great. This just kept getting better and better.

“This is Grand Moff Rycus Kilran of the Emporer’s Glory.” The lilting, proper cadence of the Kaasian accent could almost be described as pleasant or musical to the ears, but the cold, hard gleam in his eyes offset the image of friendly propriety. “We have disabled your defenses. Do not attempt any resistance.”

The entire bridge crew seemed frozen in place, so it was the Jedi who stepped forward, assuming that same commanding presence from before, as if donning a cloak. “We understand our predicament, Kilran, no one wishes for this to escalate any further. I am sure there is a peaceable solution.”

“Come, come. I think it is fairly obvious that friendly diplomacy was never an option.” Over the holo, a smug, predatory smile blossomed on Kilran’s face. “Now, it has come to the Empire’s attention that your ship is harboring a known anti-Imperial seditionist. One of your purported ‘ambassadors’, Vyn Asara.”

Haken finally seemed to find his voice. “I know every name on our passenger manifest. We aren’t transporting anyone by that name.”

“I don’t know if you’re lying or just incompetent.” Despite the insulting words, Kilran’s pleasant demeanor didn’t waver. “It doesn’t matter, really. My agents have confirmed the ‘ambassador’s’ presence.”

“You have spies aboard our ship?” Highwind asked, as if the notion had never occurred to her.

“Oh,” Kilran hummed with soft amusement, “you will find that I have eyes everywhere, my friend.”

While that wasn’t a surprise to Theron, a prickling sensation crawled down Theron’s spine all the same. He stayed on the edges of the bridge’s holocam, for now content to let the Jedi and bridge crew deal in diplomacy (or lack thereof in this case). He was still trying to slot all the pieces of the puzzle together.

While this might have been Theron’s first encounter with the Grand Moff, he knew Kilran’s name and reputation well from the extensive dossier the SIS had built over the years. The so-called “Butcher of Coruscant” was famous for his brutality — as well as the trail of bodies he left in his wake whenever he striked. If Kilran had gone through the trouble to plant spies on the Esseles and disable its defenses, rather than just blow it away in a surprise attack, it meant that he needed to take this Asara person alive for some reason.

And once Kilran got what he wanted, the rest of them would be space dust.

“Now, my soldiers are preparing to board your vessel. I suggest you let them do their job as any attempt to resist or prevent my men from arresting this terrorist will result in unpleasant consequences for everyone aboard your ship.”

“Unpleasant consequences?” Highwind echoed. “Exactly what kind of threat are you making, Kilran?”

“Oh, it is not a threat, my friend, but a promise. Good day.” With that, the line was cut on the far end and the holo fizzled out.

An uneasy silence filled the bridge in its wake. The heavy barrage of enemy fire had ceased, and it wouldn’t be long before Kilran’s men were aboard via either boarding craft or shuttle.

“So what are our options?” Highwind broke through the silence.

“We can hand over this ambassador person,” Plex suggested. “If we can figure out who they are.”

“No,” Theron cut in, “the only reason we’re still alive is that they don’t have her yet.”

“But the Treaty of Coruscant—“

“No, he’s right,” Haken scrubbed a hand over his face. “Kilran is famous for his raids that dance right on the line of the treaty. He’s probably broken it dozens of times, but makes sure he leaves no witnesses alive.”

“Then we need to defend the ship,” Highwind nodded, as if it were the most obvious course of action.

“Yes, of course,” Haken said, and dropped his voice. “Look, I’m sorry about before. I’m just in over my head—we all are.”

“Fear is a natural reaction,” she said gently, “but we cannot allow it to paralyze us.”

“What we need,” Theron cut in, hoping to guide the conversation from platitudes back to useful solutions, “is to buy time until we can figure out a way to get out of here.”

Highwind gave him a curt nod. “That is wise. I will head to the primary airlock and make sure that no Imperial soldiers make it on board.”

“By yourself?” Theron asked incredulously. He would grant that her martial prowess against the droids had been impressive, but even he knew there was a difference between self-confidence and stupidity.

“I have Teeseven with me,” she said with a smile, and the little astromech let out a whistle in the affirmative. “He is quite capable.”

“And so am I.” Theron crossed his arms. “I’m coming too. Someone has to make sure no one gets a shot off at you when your back is turned.”

“I would have blocked that shot,” she said calmly. “The Force protects me.”

A humorless snort escaped him that in no way disguised his feelings. “It didn’t look like it.”

Haken coughed awkwardly and then cleared his throat, reminding the two of them of the presence of the rest of the bridge. For her part, Highwind seemed to flush ever so slightly, perhaps realizing she had just shattered that carefully crafted illusion she’d weaved of the calm, confident Jedi. Theron just huffed, but turned his attention back to the first officer.

“Our long range comms are out,” Haken said, “but I still have contact with our security team. Other than Commander Narlock, most of them have seen little action, but right now, every blaster counts.”

Highwind dipped her head in gratitude, that brief flash of color having left her cheeks. “I am sure their assistance will prove most valuable.”

“It’s very brave for both of you to volunteer like this,” Haken said.

Theron shrugged. “It beats just sitting around like a sitting duck.”

“Come on, Sparky,” Highwind turned to him, “let’s go save the ship!”

“My name isn’t—“ Theron let out an inarticulate noise of frustration. “Oh, never mind!”

The Jedi flashed a grin that was so mischievous that it made the freckles on her nose wrinkle. That same, light bubbling sensation in his gut momentarily distracted him, and for a moment he could feel the corners of his traitorous lips almost twitch into an answering smile. He shoved that reaction down with a scowl, determined to focus on the task at hand.

Next Chapter

#swtor fanfiction #theron shan x jedi knight #Theron Shan #Female Jedi Knight/Hero of Tython #oc: greyias highwind #otp: adorkable #au: chance encounters #swtor #fanfic #greyfic #a little shorter chapter this time around

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vctlan · 10 days

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finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for . / hi. cloud & tifa under the highwind asff

kiss & tell

This day will never come again… So let me have this moment…

Even now, he lacks the words necessary to describe how much Tifa means to him, how her staying with him through it all was what gave him the strength to face their uncertain fate, ready to save the world…

Or die trying.

The silence that surrounds them is comforting, the two of them laying down on the ground together, legs intertwined and her head on his chest; staring up at the sky, looking at the stars like they used to do so long ago now, for what might be the last time.

It's quiet. Peaceful. Everyone left, the two of them alone. And for just this moment… he's not scared.

Left hand resting loosely against her side, Cloud reaches over with his right, brushing her bangs away from her face, tucking them behind her ear and letting his hand linger there, thumb carefully brushing against her cheek as he grows pensive — he wants to say something, anything, that would convey just how much her love has shaped him.

"… Tifa." But all he can do is call her name, words taken out of his mind by the warmth in her gaze as she looked up at him, taken out of her thoughts by his tender touch, his hand guiding her to tilt her head up. And for a moment, his vision waters, having to blink away the tears that threatened to ruin the moment… but he wasn't sad.

Gratitude, affection, care — a love so strong it was overwhelming, chased by the relief that followed, of being able to finally admit to each other that this is what it was.

They were distant, once. Strangers to themselves and each other, living through memories of who they thought they should be… but now none of it mattered.

What mattered was now, this one fleeting moment that might be all they'll ever have.

There's a tentative smile on his lips, almost shy as he lets his hand trail down to her chin, thumb brushing against her lower lip. To say that he never thought about it before would be a lie but it always seemed so out of his reach, his edges too sharp and her grip too tight.

But it was her grip that put him back together, her hands that held him at his lowest, his fragmented self put back together as a reflection of her care.

This was different. It felt right, doing this now.

He bridges the distance between them when she doesn't move away, a wet eyed smile gracing her own expression as she too is overwhelmed with feelings, needing not to hear him say it out loud to know that this was him.

This is the real Cloud. And he's kissing her, hoping to show what he cannot say:

Thank you. I love you.

#1 「 𝘈𝘚𝘒 」#c.strife 「 𝘙𝘌𝘗𝘓𝘠 」#OGUH AUGHA my heart

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pandanmooncake · 1 year

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A little drabble about how my builder, Conall and Phyllis get acquainted. I kinda miss dedicating my time to properly write about a media I’m currently interested in and plan to write more of these for games I’m currently playing 💕

Side note:

Conall befriends Sonia, Antoine, and Emily almost naturally the moment he arrives to Portia. Their friendly and grounded nature fits Conall’s straightforward attitude and he frequently hangs with them at the Round Table. Conall can sometimes be too tired to go to the Round Table after he scours for materials and sits on the plaza bench instead, occasionally meeting Phyllis out of work hours. The two then get acquainted with each other.

In my headcanon, Antoine and Sonia have a little bit of tension with Phyllis at first, especially since she’s a non Portia native and how she tends to keep it to herself. It’s a case of prejudice more than anything. Conall becomes sort of a bridge between the two sides as he befriends them separately. I might write Antoine, Sonia, and Emily finally befriending Phyllis as well through Conall. I have this idea of them spending a time at the beach together but more on that later.

It all started on a bench on Central Plaza. At times Conall would sit on the bench after a whole day of logging or mining just to blow off steam at night. Conall would enjoy a couple of drinks when he was in the mood but the scene at Django’s can be a little too lively. Sitting on the bench let him watch people go on about still, enough to kill the loneliness but far enough to not let people’s chatter cut through his ears. At times he would find Phyllis there. He had heard stories about her, mostly from Antoine and Sonia. He heard about how she ran away from her hometown of Highwind, something about her running away from an arranged marriage. She ended up becoming an apprentice to Dr. Xu, something Antoine was jealous of (because she got to be close to his object of affection). Sonia on the other hand was jealous of something else about Phyllis; her looks and how, according to Sonia, effortlessly she carried herself and somehow “staying on fleek” 24/7. It was impossible to miss her beauty, really. Not many, for the lack of better word, possessed such ethereal, almost otherworldly figures here in Portia. Her attractiveness was almost absurd. From a quick glance, it was easy to tell that she didn’t quite belong in the rustic scenery of a recently developing town.

The other townspeople only had two opinions about her. The likes of Gale, Petra or Lucy would commend her smarts and make a remark of how becoming Dr. Xu’s apprentice was a fit for her. She quickly absorbed all the trades to become a doctor real quick and had done quite the contribution to keeping all Portians healthy with her talents in apothecary. Most of the rest remarked, again, her beauty first and foremost. Albert seemed to be one of those who wouldn’t stop talking about it, more reasons for Sonia to resent Phyllis as it seemed she became a sort of a romantic rival to her. Conall didn’t want to get himself involved in it but his guts told him whatever narrow perception Sonia and Antoine had of Phyllis at the moment wasn’t quite true.

He talked to her a couple times during his visit to Dr. Xu when he needed to stock up medicine or to get patched up from small injuries he got from his adventures. People were definitely right about her being smart which Conall respected and appreciated, but other than that, he felt like he didn’t know her enough to pass a confident judgment of character the way Antoine and Sonia did (and Emily only agreeing to whatever they said).

Conall was never the one who made the first conversation, but one night, his eyes and Phyllis’ met. She politely smiled at him. It did charm him for a second for her beauty was still undeniable. She made the first conversation that night anyway.

“Enjoying the scenery as always, I see,” she spoke.

“Ah, yes. It’s relaxing but in a way, still safe and comfortable, you know, you’re inside the city, with lights, and not a single panbat trying to bite you.”

She laughed in response. Even her laugh was ladylike. Something about her smooth alto register also charmed Conall and he couldn’t pinpoint the reason why it felt like honey to his ears.

“You know, I appreciate you being here, Conall. It’s nice to have a company to just sit with.”

“Well, I appreciate your company too.”

Although something about that response told Conall it was more an insult to Albert than it was a compliment to him. Conall saw him more than often, sitting on the bench Phyllis usually sits at, trying all at his disposal to make a useful conversation with her. Phyllis’ body language told it all, she wasn’t interested. Conall knew a thing or two about men like Albert. Sometimes they were acquaintances, sometimes they had the audacity to try their tricks on his sister. Either way, even fellow men like Conall can smell their stench and it was never pleasant. Albert was a decent chap at best, but this particular trait of him rubbed him the wrong way at times (Conall wondered if Sonia only gave him a chance because he was well off).

The next night he came to Central Plaza, there was this air on Phyllis’ expression that she seemed to expect him to come — something Conall didn’t expect.

“Good evening, Conall. Home from gathering resources?” Her smile was delightful to look at, her voice full.

“Yeah.”

Unfortunately Conall had nothing else to respond with and went with just that before sitting on the other bench next to hers.

“How is it so far, becoming a builder?”

Granted, Conall respected her courtesy of wanting to talk to him, and she acknowledged him as a familiar face, “Challenging, I suppose. Worth the effort though.”

“I see.”

“Well, how about you? I heard you traveled this far to become a doctor. Is it… uh… hard? Clearly, I know nothing about medicine,” his laugh dry, hoping that it wasn’t too awkward with her.

“It is. I guess I too find it challenging, but I’m really glad I took the path anyway. There’s so many things to learn. It has been my dream for so long to be able to dedicate myself to an expertise and apply it to where it's needed, instead of sitting idly and waiting for things to come or be given to you, if you know what I mean.”

Conall could only guess what that truly meant, but he responded with a “yeah, sure.”

There was something about Phyllis that night, that her eyes felt like she was peering directly through Conall. Maybe curiosity, or just getting to know someone you see frequently since after all, Portia was such a small town. Something about it, though, didn’t seem like it was just courtesy. Maybe she was genuinely being friendly. Maybe Sonia and Antoine saying about her being “stuck up” and “rather difficult” were wrong.

Conall saw Phyllis as nothing more than a lady, who was there in that town, just like he was, with her own life, responsibility, dreams and possibly baggage, instead of whatever image the townspeople tried to paint her in.

She continued, “I think I made the right decision moving here, to Portia. I hope that it was right for you too.”

#text #headcanon #miu writes #conall #conall jeong #my time at portia #mtap #mtap phyllis #mtap antoine #mtap sonia #mtap albert #headcanons #fics

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aicidos · 2 years

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"your voice gives me... i don't know. it brings me back." / miss tifa <3

urban flora sentences. ♡ @militus.

if she were to retell it, it would sound almost mechanical: she awoke before him, and when she called out his name, he stirred. cloud was here, alive, despite it all.

tifa could only think of that endless current, the lifestream, and she realized she had never pictured a self that was never not looking back. she could, however, pinpoint the moment her voice, or rather, her siren song—that effort to delay the inevitable—stopped. it was strangled out of her, and, for a moment, cloud had to pay the price in silence, barely conscious and twitching with mako poisoning. her knees kept the bruises after her devastation made her fall on them, and now, as she knelt beside that single flat bed the highwind provided him, tifa had never felt gladder for that aching sensation. it meant she, too, was here despite it all. perhaps that was a first for the sentiment, she thought.

his statement didn’t take her aback— if anything, it brought her forward, the peaks of her reminiscence heightening. “all this time… that’s what i’ve wanted.” for you to go back, to remember. the smile she mustered relented, “but, cloud… i’ve asked that of you so much already, haven’t i?”

despite herself, she swallowed, almost noiselessly, the restraint she promised herself to shed.

“i don’t want you to stay there.” to stay gazing up her window, laying at the bottom of that faulty bridge, standing within that burning nibelheim.

“i... i don’t want to hold you back. i don’t want to hold myself back,” not again. not so soon. not when they should focus entirely in the future, or… possible lack thereof. even amidst a bout of hopefulness, she felt her confidence waver as it usually did when she conjured, inadvertently, the right words for it, and she moved down to sit back down on the steel ground. there were no windows to gaze out from, not in this particular room, but she predicted the day would be clear, sunny. beautiful enough to break her heart when a meteor marred it weeks from now on.

she drew her knees close to her chest, a gesture with as much meaning as a knee-jerk reaction. despite this, the fear, there was a light quality to her voice, maybe from the amusing observation that crossed her mind, traveling down to her lips: “i bring you back, but you take me forward. is that really fair?”

#militus #you said ''which have u explored less in writing'' and my brain clung to that as an excuse to Finally touch post lifestream #directly post lifestream no less OSDFGF #its almost 2am but the brainrot is so real. god bless #ic. tifa.

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chippersweetbaby · 3 years

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The only time in the whole game I get to travel around with my favorite trio. While Cloud’s off having an existential crisis, Cid gets to take the lead, opening up two more slots in the party for my other two favorites - Yuffie and Vincent.

There’s a reason I wasn’t as excited for part one of FFVII remake as I am for parts 2 - 78. My favorites weren’t even there yet... Hopefully they’ll all make it into one of the remake segments that get released before I die of old age.

#yuffie kisaragi #cid highwind #vincent valentine #ffvii #bridge #party

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ru-ree-ru · 4 years

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[[ FF7 ; post-ACC , pre DoC ]] One of the commissioner’s plans is to bring in the Airfleet Division into the WRO, and who’s the best person to lead it? Captain Cid, of course.

(More pages under cut because it’s a bit long... still G rating btw )

(The record is the Cid’s speech about space in the OG)

#im so soft with the idea of Reeve becoming kinda a bridge between Rufus and Cloud and co #rufus shinra #reeve tuesti #cid highwind #final fantasy vii #ff7 #advent children #dirge of cerbreus #rufus/reeve #fan art #fan comic #Ruul draws

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thethinkingman · 6 years

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#Drivers, beware in MD. The Tidings Bridge on 95 has a high profile vehicle restriction with a low speed due to high winds. Vehicles under 64,000 LBS are restricted. This is the bridge just south of the toll plaza & scales. #maryland #wind #trucking #trucker #truckdriver #truckinglifestyle #truckerslife #drivinglife #driverslife #cdl #cdllife #18wheels #freighliner #mack #kenworth #volvo #international #peterbilt #bridge #i95 #tolls #scalehouse #highwind

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the2dvgstages · 2 years

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"The Highwind's Bridge" [➕ Deep Space Edit] - Final Fantasy 7

#ff7 #psx #squaresoft

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ladiesintrucking · 4 years

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Man rescues driver from wind-toppled truck on Girard Point Bridge Philadelphia, PA . . . PHILADELPHIA - Last week, a powerful and rare derecho rolled over Philadelphia bringing damaging winds that downed trees, knocked out power for thousands and killed four people. Among the destruction, 60 MPH winds gusts knocked a tractor-trailer onto its side the Girard Point Bridge. Luckily, two passing motorists sprung into action to help the driver who was trapped inside with his pet dog. Both were rescued.🖤 Credit: @kellyruletv @fox29philly . . . #ladiesintrucking #thebrokermom #womenintrucking #philadelphianews #truckers #ladytrucker #incrediblehumans #godiswatching #freightbroker #highwinds #extremeweather #travel #bridges #bigrig #ladiesnotsheep #weareallinthistogether #travelgirls #brokers #dispatch #cdllife #transportation (at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBQhPJGJQID/?igshid=1doj52po523gm

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mrfippstuff · 6 months

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Opera Omnia Burst Themes 1/?

These posts are meant to be more for the sake of archiving what there had been more than anything else, but at the very least I am going to list a large number of great FF songs.

The first listing will be the songs that we had gotten during the game's lifetime.

Final Fantasy I Warrior of Light: Battle Garland: Miniboss Theme

Final Fantasy II Firion: The Rebel Army Leon: The Imperial Army Minwu: Battle Theme A

Final Fantasy III Onion Knight: Battle 2 Cloud of Darkness: This is The Last Battle

Final Fantasy IV Cecil Harvey (Dark Knight): The Red Wings Cecil Harvey (Paladin): Battle 2 Kain Highwind: The Final Battle Rydia: Rydia's Theme Rosa Joanna Farrell: Theme of Love (Remake) Fusoya: The Final Battle (Remake) Golbez: Battle with the Four Fiends Rubicante: Battle with the Four Fiends (Remake) Ceodoe Harvey: Battle 2 (Remake) Ursula: Fabul (Remake) Leonora: Troian Beauty

Final Fantasy V Bartz Klauser: Battle 2 Faris Scherwiz: Pirates Ahoy! Lenna Charlotte Tycoon: Lenna's Theme Dorgann Klauser: Home, Sweet Home Kelgar: Deception Xezat: Castle of Dawn Gilgamesh: Battle on the Big Bridge Exdeath: The Final Battle

Final Fantasy VI Terra Branford: The Decisive Battle Locke Cole: Locke's Theme Sabin Rene Figaro: The Unforgiven Setzer Gabbianni: Setzer's Theme Edgar Roni Figaro: Edgar & Sabin's Theme Celes Chere: Searching For Friends Relm Arrowny: Relm's Theme Mog: Protect the Espers Strago Magus: Strago's Theme Leo Cristophe: Battle Theme Kefka Palazzo: Dancing Mad

Final Fantasy VII Cloud Strife: Fight On! Tifa Lockhart: JENOVA COMPLETE Yuffie Kisaragi: Wutai Vincent Valentine: Chaotic End Aerith Gainsborough: Aerith's Theme Cait Sith: Cait Sith's Theme Jesse Rasberry: Let the Battles Begin! Sephiroth: One-Winged Angel Zack Fair: The Price of Freedom Cissnei: Ecounter Angeal Hewley: Dreams and Honor Reno: Turk's Theme Rufus Shinra: Shinra Inc Kadaj: J-E-N-O-V-A (Advent Children) Weiss: Fight Tune: Weiss the Immaculate

Final Fantasy VIII Squall Leonhart: Force Your Way Laguna Loire: The Man with the Machine Gun Irvine Kinneas: The Stage is Set Quistis Trepe: Don't Be Afraid Selphie Tilmitt: Where I Belong Rinoa Heartilly: Premonition Fujin: Only a Plank Between One and Perdition Ultimecia: The Extreme

Final Fantasy IX Zidane Tribal: Not Alone Vivi Ornitier: Breaking Through the South Gate Garnet Til Alexandros XVII: Alexander Eiko Carol: Eiko's Theme Quina Quen: Quina's Theme Amarant Coral: Amarant's Theme Kuja: Dark Messenger Beatrix: Something to Protect

Final Fantasy X Tidus: Battle Theme Yuna: A Contest of Aeons Auron: This is Your Story Braska: Final Battle Seymour Guado: Battle with Seymour Jecht: Otherworld Paine: Yuripa, Fight! No. 2

#final fantasy #dissidia #opera omnia #music

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yinza · 3 years

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Nanaki and Cait Sith taking a nap on the bridge of the Highwind for @lowflyingidiom!

[Image Description: Digital artwork of Nanaki and Cait Sith. Nanaki is lying in a patch of sunlight coming in through the main front window of the Highwind’s bridge. His hind legs are out stretched and his head rests atop his forepaws. Cait Sith, sans moogle, is seated with his back resting against Nanaki’s shoulder, his face turned away from the viewer. /end ID]

#nanaki #red xiii #cait sith #final fantasy vii #ff7 #the highwind #final fantasy #yinza's artwork #fanart #scars #holiday sketch requests #ff7 og

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greyias · 2 years

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FIC: Chance Encounters - Chapter 2

By the time Theron had made his way back to the ship’s aft, they were already well into their journey. He’d used the need to stretch his legs after the safety briefing as an excuse to explore the layout of the Esseles passenger deck, as well as to escape M-6’s annoying beeping and hero worship. Old habits die hard, and knowing where the exits were on a ship was always a good idea. Not to mention, it gave him a chance to clear his head from the irritating encounter with that Jedi.

Although technically it had been part of the safety briefing he’d mostly disregarded, he’d discovered the best path to the escape pods, the medical bay, as well as certain locations designated for crew only, including a lift that led directly to the bridge. He’d also found several Sabacc tables, which were regrettably all taken, but it was this small nook in the aft of the ship that had piqued his interest. Nice and secluded, it would make a nice spot for his morning meditation. Well… morning, Coruscant time, anyway. When traveling, he liked to adjust his schedule to whatever local time was at his destination. It helped cut down on the hyperspace-lag.

Ngani Zho’s tutelage during his formative years had formed many of his daily habits. He, like all those before him in his ancestry, had been trained as a Jedi. Unlike those who came before him, he lacked the required talents in the Force to make the cut. Even if the Jedi had no use for him and vice versa, some of those habits remained. Over the years, he had let several of them lapse, since they were no longer useful to him. The morning fasts. The strict, nutritionally sound diet. But he still meditated every morning — or almost every morning. Sometimes a mission didn’t give him much opportunity.

His thoughts had a tendency to run almost at hyper-speed and meditating offered him the chance to slow down and put a little order into the chaos that ran riot in his mind. When he was stressed, the world would sometimes speed up around him, causing him to miss things or, worse, be too slow to respond. Meditation slowed everything around him, allowing him to think. To plan. To act. He used to spend an hour or two in the act, but these days he generally just got in a few minutes. In his opinion, the tradeoff of a few minutes of deeper contemplation was worth it to maintain his edge and keep sharp.

That was why he was surprised, and more than a little annoyed, when he rounded the corner to his private little meditation spot to find it already occupied.

By her.

Greyias Highwind sat in a familiar position — legs crossed, eyes closed, and hands resting upon her knees. Proud shoulders were pulled back, chest slowly expanding and contracting as she breathed in a slow and steady cadence. A sensation of warmth emanated from her form, hinting at some hidden light within her. The tranquil scene radiated a sense of peace and calm.

His peace and calm.

That she had snatched away just like his carefully selected sanctuary. She remained motionless, almost resembling some of the intricately carved statues he’d seen at the Jedi Enclave on Haashimut. An irrational urge rose in him, to chip away at that stone — and see what lay underneath. Of course, none of the Jedi on Haashimut had seemed very intent on finding hidden depths. Perhaps it was this impulse of his that was more absurd, bothering to put forth greater effort than they ever did.

Highwind showed no sign of having heard his arrival, not even a slight twitch. Her eyes remained closed as she took another quiet breath. Then she spoke. “Hello again.”

Theron didn’t bother greeting in kind, instead folding his arms and glaring. “What are you doing here?”

She finally seemed to yield, exhaled one last, calming breath before she slowly opened her eyes. Like before, the corners of her mouth held that faint smile as she cast a glance in his direction. “I like to meditate at sunrise — or the closest time to it. I believe it is dawn at Coruscant right now.”

“I know what time it is on Coruscant,” he mumbled.

“Of course.” There it was, that Jedi condescension—not conscious. They were always so polite, so proper, but it was still there.

“This is my spot.” Okay, that came out far more petulantly than it had sounded in his head.

“Really?” she asked, and there was no mistaking the amusement in her voice. “I did not see your name on it — or rather, the word ‘classified’ in bold red letters.”

Theron scowled at her, his lips pursed into a thin line. “Funny.”

“I thought so.”

“You spend all morning thinking of that?”

“No.” That smile threatening to bloom finally cracked through her thin Jedi veneer, a little playful, with a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. “I was busy meditating.”

He couldn’t entirely ignore the little voice in his head telling him he was being ridiculous. This was one little corner of the ship. One little meditation spot. He was a resourceful guy, and he’d meditated in far more chaotic places. But it was the principle of the matter.

“Well,” he added lamely, “go find somewhere else to meditate.”

“Why?”

“Because this is my spot.”

“Your spot for what, exactly?”

“That’s classified.”

A blonde brow delicately arched in disbelief. “Somehow I doubt that.”

He snorted out an irritated breath, pressing his lips together. If he were being honest, he should have known that wouldn’t have worked.

“Whatever your plans were for this location, I am sure there is plenty of room for another person in this alcove.”

“In my business, two’s a crowd.”

“And what business would that be?” He had a sneaking suspicion that she was having more fun than just a little bit at his expense from the way her eyes crinkled up around the corners. “Sabacc dealer? Gambler? Pirate?”

“Do I look like a card player to you?”

“A pirate perhaps? Although your jacket is all wrong for that look. You are also missing the eyepatch and hook.”

“Have you ever even seen a pirate before? Outside of a cliched holodrama, that is.” She opened her mouth to answer, but he shook his head and continued before she got the chance. “I rest my case.”

“All right then,” she said. “What is it that you do?”

“That,” he said with more flair than necessary, “is class-i-fied.”

“Of course it is,” she murmured, exasperated, yet the corners of her mouth quirked as if she wasn’t sure whether to laugh or sigh at him. “I should have guessed.”

“You were the one who asked.”

“Indeed. That was my second mistake.”

“Second?”

“I suspect my first was saying hello.”

“Are you always this annoying?”

“I do not know, Sparky, are you always this irritable?”

That threw him for a loop. “Did you just call me Sparky?”

“Well, since your entire being is so classified, I needed something to call you.”

Theron sputtered. “But Sparky?”

“Your hair does somewhat resemble that of someone who has placed his fingers in an electrical socket,” she mused almost thoughtfully. “I thought it a particularly fitting codename for such a mysterious man.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched, and a vein near his temple pulsed. Damn Jedi and her stupid nicknames. “Yeah, well...”

Her brow arched just a little higher as he floundered to come up with a suitably witty and scathing retort, and, to his great consternation, his mind was completely blank. And try as he might, he couldn’t summon a single word that would somehow put him back on even footing. He felt like this would have been much easier if she were a little more like the stuffy Jedi on Haashimut instead of—instead of—

“Whatever,” he finally spat, turning on his heel and stomped back the way he’d come. “I’ll go find somewhere else.”

If his ears didn’t deceive him, the distinctive tinkle of laughter followed his undignified exit.

Next Chapter

#swtor fanfiction #theron shan x jedi knight #Theron Shan #Female Jedi Knight/Hero of Tython #oc: greyias highwind #otp: adorkable #swtor #fanfic #greyfic #au: chance encounters #a shorter chapter this time around #the length of these are going to vary wildly jfyi

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