#Reno Debris

[reno-the-himbo-turk]

"Hit the deck!" Reno shouted as he jumped into the now broken window of a nightclub and moved snagging the young man Vincent by his sleeve. Dragging him down right as a barrage of bullets flew overhead right where they were standing. The Turk's suit was covered in blood, dust, and debris; he had a few cuts and what looked like a bullet hole or two on the suit. Mere moments later there was a rather loud boom as it seemed a grenades of sorts went off and there was panicked screams from the street but none of them sounded like criminals more like strangers trying to flee the dangerous scene they stumbled upon.

#thewisekitsune #reno the himbo turk #reno the turk #closed starter

[quartzalynlove]

Die Trying

Pairing: Cloud x reader

Summary: it was chaos at the pillar, but why did you have to caught in it

Warnings: angst

A/n: got this prompt (and probably a lot of future ones) from a finish the story book I have

Maybe it was faith, maybe stubbornness, maybe something else. Maybe you didn't know the risks. But still, he had to admire how you wouldn't leave him behind.

The pillar was coming down, and Reno and Rude were berating what was left of Avalanche with every last shot they had. It was just you and Cloud. Biggs and Jessie didn't make it, and you were still searching for Barret. You all knew trying to stop Shinra from dropping the plate was a suicide mission, but the Avalanche motto was "save the planet or die trying". The group had taken a few hard lumps in the past, but they were all bruises compared to this.

Biggs was like a brother to you, Jessie was your best friend, and Cloud, pinned beneath a collapsed wall with dust invading his pressured lungs. He was the best thing that ever happened to you. The two of you were inseparable before he became a soldier. Once he left, you began to realize how deeply you cared for him. Tifa was a saint for staying with you all those anxious nights you stayed up worrying about what could happen on the battlefield. You even prayed on occasion, but no gods could help you now.

The battlefield was overseen but never interfered. You could feel the eyes of gods watching as your hands cut and scraped against the debris suffocating Cloud. Neither of you were sure how long you had been there, but he knew it was too long.

You strained yourself, crying in pain, but the wreckage wouldn't budge.

Cloud saw the tears streaming down your face as he struggled to breathe with broken bones and collapsing lungs. He coughed from the dust that still hadn't cleared before finding your eyes. Although they were broken, begging please with their red tint, the love still remained. He was glad he would see it one final time.

"Find Barrett." Cloud rasped from under you.

You quit struggling with the rubble and looked down at him in disbelief. You should've known Cloud would pull something like this, try to make you leave. It was a miracle you didn't lose him the first time, and by every higher power you could name you wouldn't lose him now.

"Yeah, right, you're coming with me." Your hands returned to the wall that still wouldn't move.

"Y/N," his voice was weak and it sent a chill running through your bones. "If we both die here, the mission wouldn't mean anything."

Why didn't he think that you knew that. To hell with the mission; you couldn't do anything without Cloud. You needed him. You loved him.

"Stop," your voice broke as you screamed. "Don't do this, Cloud, don't make me leave you!"

You couldn't will your arms to lift again, and you collapsed onto fallen wall, sobbing. Cloud watched you sadly from underneath.

"Save the planet or die trying"

You hadn't lived under that mantra for long, but the words had coursed through his bloodstream for a long time now, and it was time for him to see the end.

After letting out all of your tears, you sat defeated on the floor, your eyes lost and confused. You looked at Cloud.

"It's alright, Y/N," he had the audacity to sound so content, so accepting. It wasn't fair.

The limited and dust filled air was finally bringing Cloud to his end. He look at you one last time, the last image he wanted in his head before it all went black.

"I love you."

You sniffled, squeezing your eyes shut as if you'd open them again and he would be fine, but that wasn't the case.

"I love you too."

#avalanche final fantasy 7 #final fantasy fanfiction #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 remake #ff7 fanfic #ff7 remake #ffvii #cloud stirfe x reader #cloud strife #established relationship #angst #ff7 angst #cloud x reader #cloud x reader angst #cloud angst

[ceaselxss]

Hc Quick Ref

Life before the Turks

Tseng grew up in Wutai in a small coastal town. His family was religious in service of Leviathan, which he still partially maintains. He is an only child.

Tseng was raised in a military family, when he was 17 the Wutai war was starting and he sold out military secrets to ShinRa because he did not like that his father was pressuring him into joining the Wutai military. Veld was impressed by his ability to collect such information and gave him a place in the Turks

Due to his upbringing, he already had combat training

Tseng's father was a captain

ShinRa helped Tseng fake his death, claiming his father had him executed as a traitor

The birthday Tseng uses is the date of his false death

Early life with the Turks

Tseng first goes by the codename Gun, as is common among newer Turks

Tseng did not get along well with anyone for a while, he faced a lot of racism in Midgar and dealt with it with a lot of anger and standoffishness to others. He didn't care about the other Turks and mostly kept to himself

During his rookie years, Tseng took great efforts to repress his Wutai heritage. He currently has no discernible accent and, if he wanted to, could pass for a man who has never stepped foot in Wutai. He also mostly gave up his martial arts in favour of Turk trained hand-to-hand combat skills but later took it up again.

About two years after he joins he is given the name Tseng by Veld; it is spelt wrong due to a mistake on Veld's part but Tseng refuses to correct it

It took until he was about 23 for him to get serious about the Turks (this coincides with Veld saving his life; Before Crisis Episode Tseng). This is also the point where he begins to show his true potential that would have Veld name him Second, with Veld taking him properly under his wing to guide him at this point

Between 23 and Veld's 'death', Tseng was a bit of a playful brat. He was having a good time with life and was a lot more of a happy person.

Appearance

Tseng used to be a rebellious, messy brat. He barely bothered to style his hair and for his first few years as a Turk, he only wore his huadian. He rarely wore a tie and was generally a fairly unkempt Turk

He wears his huadian because his mother wore one and he liked hers. He wore it red prior to being a Turk and applies it red for special occasions sometimes still.

When he started taking things seriously, he began to wear makeup to hide how tired he often was, and then began to use it to enhance his eyes, darken his brows. He enjoys makeup and is skilled enough to make it look very natural. He began to dress cleanly and properly and started putting his hair in a ponytail; this was all with the intention of looking untouchable

When he properly started to lead the Turks, after Veld's 'death', he took his hair out and is very strict about how he styles it. He does not like people touching his hair.

When Tseng completely took over the Turks upon their return to the company, one of the first thing he did was get them new uniforms. He wanted the Turks to look upgraded. He had each of their new suits individually designed to suit them and their styles. He knew Reno preferred to wear his open, and so he ensured that his new suits would be presentable when worn like that - with no awkward bunching fabrics. They were all more individually tailored and then customised to suit the three of them. Personal accessories and dyed hair are completely fine so long as its all presentable. He would send Reno home if he came in with visible regrowth.

When he is off duty, Tseng has a preference for leather and heavy jackets. He likes biker wear

He used to have a deeper tan, he lost it mostly after the years in Midgar - both the office job and the lack of proper sun in Midgar overall. He recovers his tan after Meteorfall

Beneath his clothes, Tseng is quite heavily scarred. His knuckles are scarred badly, the back of his legs are heavily marred from the debris of the ship that almost killed him, he is littered with bullet wounds and smaller little scars from the war, he has burn marks - most of which from Genesis Rhapsodos, and a large scar from Angeal Hewley. After his almost death to the Masamune, he holds a very large, badly healed scar diagonally across his chest.

Post Advent Children, Tseng is also missing an arm and has a scar above his eyebrow.

Tseng only starts wearing his earrings after giving himself to Rufus, they're dark purple and he associates them with his loyalty to him.

Vices

Tseng is a hedonist. He earns a lot of money and knows he won't live to old age so he indulges; both for pure enjoyment and stress relief.

He likes brandy and red wine as his preferences, and prefers expensive alcohol but he isn't actually that picky.

He tends to drink before bed as a sleep aid, and while he does drink socially he is a heavyweight.

He frequents sex workers in Wallmarket because he enjoys sex as a stress relief and finds it too much effort to find one night stands. He's known for being respectful and tipping very well.

While he's definitely an alcoholic, his biggest addiction is smoking. He is trying to quit, because Aerith asked him to, and he's very annoyed that it isn't easy. When Aerith dies, he gives up trying.

Skills

Tseng is capable with most weapons but his speciality is a gun. He is a marksman; adept with most firearms but he generally uses handguns.

Though he rarely uses one overall, he is also quite skilled with a polearm. He is the one who taught Aerith offensive combat with hers.

He's quite skilled in ranged combat but, compared to other Turks and ShinRa trained infantry and SOLDIERs, his hand to hand is quite average.

He's faster than he is strong, his stamina is above average but not by much - he makes up for this by fighting dirty.

He has two guns on him at all times: one kept in an underarm holster and one in a concealed ankle holster. He also has blades kept in both of his sleeves, one in the sole of his shoe, and a balisong kept in his breast pocket. You will never catch him unarmed.

Despite the above, Tseng is a less physical Turk overall. His largest skills are subterfuge and information gathering; he is a good actor and liar and does very well at being undercover.

He worked behind enemy lines a lot during the Wutai war, and Veld had to rush a lot of his training in enduring torture and interrogation but he has ended up with a high pain tolerance and a decent resistance to poisons.

Tseng is an adept cook, though he rarely cooks outside of special occasions.

Veld taught Tseng to play the piano after he lost his arm so Tseng could play for him.

He's a decent mechanic, at least in the sense that he could probably put a motorbike together.

He's very good with vehicles overall; he rides a motorbike predominately but is very good with cars and choppers as well.

In the opposite of a skill, Tseng is terrible with Materia. He struggles with magic and finds it incredibly taxing to use.

Relationships + connections

Tseng was semi romantically involved with Emma when they were both a bit younger.

As a default, he's slept around with most of the Turks.

He is in love with Aerith

Tseng did not speak to Aerith between Zack’s death and platefall. He couldn’t face her. He had Reno and Rude take over all surveillance

He kept her letters in his apartment, they were lost during meteorfall with everything else

He is undyingly loyal to all Turks, present and past - even with someone like Vincent who he never directly worked with as Turks.

Prior to the SOLDIER rebellion, Tseng liked SOLDIERs and got along well with Genesis, though he never liked Angeal.

Beyond the Turks and Rufus, Tseng likes Zack, Aerith and Reeve.

The people he hates the most are Hojo and Scarlet.

He doesn't like Cloud much but does find himself with a slight soft spot for him due to his connection to Zack

He used to be very close with the other Turks but has distanced himself since taking over.

I cannot make quick and small the mess that is his relationship with Veld.

Also the same with Rufus

Leadership

Tseng does not think he can live up to Veld and his own thoughts on leadership are very detrimental.

He needs to be perfect at all times; he cannot be seen as weak to those above him, and he cannot be seen as vulnerable to the people who follow him.

Because the Turks believe he killed Veld, Tseng has put space between himself and them to ensure they have the space to feel anger and hate towards him.

He is incredibly protective of the Turks but is not currently capable of being a shoulder for them to lean on, he is quite cold and stern now. He keeps them safe but perhaps at the expense of their mental health

He intended to drop the plate and hates that it fell to Reno; he believes completely that as the leader he should do the atrocities rather than the other Turks

He's struggling. He can't ask for help.

Misc

Tseng has anger issues and holds grudges extremely tightly

His favourite place to relax is a beach

He wishes he could tell people that the Turks fought so hard against ShinRa

(I'll update with links to longer posts and add more later)

#i visualise you all alone. [headcanon]

[offdacabsav2]

Requiem

He ripped his sword from her chest. Blood trickled from the blade’s scorched edge. Crimson leaked out of a long cut across his forehead. White and gold tainted by charred black and liquid red.

The Maiden’s final expression had been one of horror. Dried tears remain dormant. A red sash tied around her throat, incarcerating her to a jutting piece of metal.

Even now, she infuriated him. He wanted to stab her again and again and again and again until she was an unrecognizable mound of flesh.

Her cowardly, childlike terror made him shake in rage.

But… it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Raggedly, he clawed at oxygen, trying to force it into his lungs. The knight stumbled backwards and fell to his knees.

His mind should be racing, should be panicking, but he wasn’t. No, only two voices reached his bleeding ears.

Everyone’s gone.

We won.

The longer his eyes lingered on the growing puddle of blood reaching for him, the closer he slipped.

It didn’t matter.

His scream built deep in his soul. A guttural, shaky cry of torment. It shaped into sobs. His chest heaved violently, surrounded by his friends.

Burying them was torture. Pure hell.

It hurt.

God, it hurt.

It hurt so bad that his physical wounds went numb and all that remained was the crushing emptiness.

His final straw… Weiss.

Her cold, beautiful face… pale. He thought if he cried hard enough the universe would pity him and somehow, someway… bring them back.

Each excruciating toss of the shovel, each layer slowly sealing her body forever.

And he prayed he went with them, that he could join her in eternity.

He shut her eyes permanently with gentle hands.

Their graves were marked. In order. By team.

‘Heroes of Remnant.’ That’s what the carving in the oak read.

It cradled them, sheltered their souls. Large and full of life.

The sun soaked him in warmth. It’s counterpart fell below the horizon, making way for a new day.

He sat alone by the cliff, watching a miracle color the sky in cool yellow. If one studied him, they could tell no difference between his gaze and a corpses gaze.

Wind caressed the field of plush, emerald grass, weaving in between blades and branches, tenderly dancing with nature.

Below him, crystal blue waves washed over sand, overtaking the shore as it the tide came in.

He closed his eyes and felt…

Alone.

“Cleanup efforts continue as more injured and deceased are unearthed from debris. The death toll climbs every day, now reaching 200 with 500 more missing. But, today, a discovery was made. Nine named graves and a message: ‘Heroes of Remnant’. These heroes were the members of huntsman teams RWBY and RENO. Heroes… valiant and courageous… All of us, everyone; we should be thankful brave souls such as those men and women gave up their years, so we could live out ours. There is a missing marker, however. Jaune Arc is noticeably absent. Authorities mark him MIA and plan to begin searching in two weeks.”

Two years later.

A cloaked, bearded figure stands atop a hill overlooking Vale. Cranes and maintenance crews rebuild the city brick-by-brick. Wooden structures towering like skyscrapers, fields of rubble cleared in one fell swoop. Past the new buildings and heavy machinery, proudly displayed for passing travelers paying their respects… murals.

Decorated in ornate designs. Flowers cloaking the courtyard around their dirt beds. A rainbow assortment.

Pictures of the fallen behind their tombs.

The figure bent down to removed topsoil and placed his remembrances. A blooming memory for each. He looked on with a hard gaze and straight mouth.

In his hand, an edelweiss. Full of life and compassion. Strong, regal, beautiful.

Pale as the winter landscape.

His eyes glistened as the sun set. He placed her gently, curling his finger around a petal for the last time.

The figure allowed himself a solemn, ghostly smile.

And he left.

#rwby whiteknight #rwby volume 9 #white knight #jaune x weiss #jaune arc #Wanted to write a depressing ending cause that would go hard #Weiss Schnee x Jaune arc #jaune arc x weiss schnee

[batarangsoundsdumb]

Okay but Bruce/Oliver is fantastic and I would also like more content for it

ok a draft of something i was working on under the cut

>>>

“Isn’t it weird how you can just-” Oliver clamped his hands. “Love someone to pieces and then all of that’s half a lifetime ago and you don’t feel anything at all?” He let go.

“It’s like- when you grow, those feelings you have don’t grow along with you, but you can remember that feeling so vividly, that you’re just left to wonder how none of that grew along,”

Oliver let his head fall back, sitting on the linoleum floors against the firm frame of the bed. “I was going to tell you I was in love with you, you know.”

“Not now- but like back at boarding school that one time,” he closed his eyes, as if he could still see the scene in front of him. “You probably remember everything.” He shook his head. “Fucking psycho.”

It was not a room you would imagine for a hero, it fit with Ollie’s picture of Bruce though, so clinical and uptight, it was just begging to be messed up. “I wish I’d told you back then,” he whispered. “I don’t know- Maybe then we wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have ended up like this,”

There was still something on the Green Arrow suit, blood or dirt or debris. Oliver hoped it was rubbing off on the pristine room, so that it looked lived in rather than just another place to die. 

“Look at us, Bruce.”

“We’re two old men- my son is an addict and I couldn't even face him when he needed me the most, so it was actually my girlfriend who drove him to a rehab in fucking Reno, and your son-” Oliver winced. "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, man.”

A loud, rumbling groan came from the bed. “Stop. Whining.” 

Oliver whipped around to see Bruce was trying to sit up, with more effort than he’d like to admit. He shot up and tried to help him, but his oldest friend pushed him away. “You look like shit.”

“Fuck you,” Oliver shot back almost out of instinct. “Have you looked in a mirror recently?”

“If you’re going to have a mid-life crisis, don’t do it near my hospital room.”

He rolled his eyes. “If you’re going to have a mid-life crisis, don’t do it in the middle of a Justice League battle,” he said. “Idiot.”

He slumped down in a hospital chair opposite of the bed and sat there silently, wondering  how much of it Bruce had heard. 

“I felt the same way about you.” Bruce broke the silence. “It scared the shit out of me.”

Oliver didn’t know how to respond. Here they were, Oliver and Bruce, best friends since their fathers joined the same country club. 

He thought they might just be unrecognisable to the kids they used to be, but in a way it had always been like this. 

“Yeah.” Oliver sighed. “I have that effect on people.”

Bruce threw a pillow at him.

“What a fucking mess, right?” Oliver said.

Bruce threw his head back. “What a fucking mess.”

#if it turns out there's ppl who can get hyped for this i may actually post something on ao3 for once #sorry for all my followers who are here for the fanfic btw #i am very very very very very lazy #aight check it out #bruce wayne #oliver queen #fanfic

[aimeelouart]

(Everything But) the Kitchen Sink - Scrapped chapter 4 draft, for your amusement

Sephiroth laughed (silently) at the expression of muted terror and bewilderment on Genesis’s face when the kid sobbed himself out on his shoulder.

He laughed (out loud) at Genesis’s expression when they attempted to depart in the helicopter and rather unceremoniously discovered that the kid got airsick.

He stopped laughing when they returned to the Tower and found his child-occupied apartment under siege by a combined force of Turks and SOLDIERs⁠—a siege which the Turks and SOLDIERs were losing.

To literal babies.

The hallway was a mess of debris and makeshift barricades, Turks and SOLDIERs scattered up and down, moving from cover to cover in unpredictable flurries of activity. The door to Sephiroth’s apartment was broken, its remains laid sideways by the kids inside as a barricade of their own. The drywall, too had been demolished in areas⁠—some appeared to be deliberate on the children’s part, and some on the part of the SOLDIERs and Turks. The hall echoed with the shouting of all three groups.

One of the younger Turks⁠—Reno, if Sephiroth remembered correctly⁠—was on the floor next to Director Veld, holding his ribs and muttering deprecations about infants ruining his suit. His nose was clearly broken. Veld was attempting to organize the whole mess, though the SOLDIERs present seemed to be more or less ignoring him as they made bets about who could breach the apartment first. In sharp contrast to the Turks, they seemed to find the whole thing hilarious.

“Director,” Sephiroth said to Veld grimly, moving quickly to join him behind the cover (one of the mostly decorative couches that had once lined the hallway) he was crouched behind. Angeal and Genesis followed close on his heels. One of their SOLDIERs darted toward the apartment door as they watched, only to dance backward with a laugh as the kids tried to shoot his feet out from under him and scorch his face off with a Fira.

The Fira was accompanied by angry baby-babble.

What the fuck.

Veld’s eyes immediately went to Cloud, who was still thoroughly Sleepel’d (because how the hell could anyone safely calculate a dose of nausea meds for a mako-enhanced toddler?) and out cold in Sephiroth’s arm. Genesis had refused to take him again after being thrown up on (and lacked his distinctive red coat for the same reason.)

“Sephiroth,” Veld said flatly. They really hadn’t been dealing with the Baby Insurrection for very long, all things considered, but he looked downright haggard. One of his hands gripped what looked like a modified handgun. Sephiroth hoped it was some kind of dart gun. “Why do you have a toddler?”

Unfortunately for everyone involved, Veld forgot to account for the fact that a) some of the kids had mako-enhanced senses and b) they’d taken an actual hostage in order to demand that the aforementioned toddler be reunited with them, and were therefore c) very likely to react violently to the news that their friend was finally present.

But hindsight is, as they say, 20/20

“SEPHIROTH HAS CLOUD!” one of the kids shrieked from within the apartment, loud enough to make some of the SOLDIERs wince. “GET ‘IM!”

What happened next was...mostly a blur, at least to Sephiroth. Some of the children were yelling to wait, but once one or two had hopped the barricade and charged, the rest really had no choice but to follow. The Turks sprang into motion. The SOLDIERs still seemed to think this was all a game of high-stakes tag and acted accordingly. Genesis and Angeal automatically fell in around Sephiroth, first attempting to gently ward off the children and then immediately being forced on a real defensive. Sephiroth automatically tried to hold Cloud out of reach, which only served to enrage the swarm.

And it was a swarm. They moved so quickly, and with such enhanced speed, that even Sephiroth struggled to keep up.

A boy in a tattered red cloak was shooting to incapacitate; a toddler girl was trying her damndest to get in a nut shot; a dark-haired tot and his brown-haired friend banded together on the side of the SOLDIERs, oddly enough; a boy with a combat-capable cat toy was babbling about how this was a terrible idea; and, the cherry on top⁠—a dark-skinned boy with a gun where his arm should have been was holding a literal materia-wielding infant and accosting Genesis to great effect.

That infant, that is. The infant was accosting Genesis to great effect.

Sephiroth, experienced as he was, found himself thoroughly unprepared. Maybe that shouldn’t have been so surprising, considering how unprepared he’d been for one insane enhanced toddler, nevermind a whole horde. In short order, he ended up flat on his back with the barrel of a gun (and materia glowing in the grasp of a stubby infant hand) in his face while Cloud (still thoroughly asleep) was snatched from his arms and held aloft triumphantly by a very angry-looking blond boy.

“GOT ‘IM!” the boy hollered as his compatriots fended off Turks, SOLDIERs, and Commanders alike. “LET’S GET OUTTA HERE!”

Immediately, the children broke away from their assault and formed up around Cloud and the older blond boy with the precision of a well-seasoned squadron. Sephiroth was still stunned on the ground.

Veld’s voice boomed like sudden thunder, echoing up and down the hallway. “EVERYONE STAND DOWN!”

Surprisingly. even the SOLDIERs listened, drawing back to form a perimeter with the children in the center. Angeal might have had something to do with it, given the forbidding look on his face as he helped Sephiroth up.

One of the tallest children, the one who was barefoot and draped in a tattered red cloak too big for him, whirled around to level his impressive-looking shotgun at Veld. Sephiroth had absolutely no doubt he could and would shoot the man point-blank. He prepared to move.

A strange expression crossed Veld’s face. In the sudden silence, everyone heard the name that he whispered in shock. “Vincent?”

An equally strange expression crossed the child’s face. Sephiroth recalled that Cloud had addressed one of the children as Vincent on the PHS, but—

Did Veld know the child already? Personally?

There wasn’t much time to contemplate. Vincent’s expression was very clearly communicating his intense desire to leave the situation with alacrity. He turned to his compatriots. “Give me Cloud, now!”

“VINCENT⁠—!” said Veld, taking a single step forward as Cloud was handed over to the older child without question.

There was a flash of light.

When Sephiroth looked back, a child-sized winged...demon? was standing where Vincent had been, holding Cloud in one arm and the rifle in the other. “This is humiliating,” it grumbled in a voice that somehow managed to be both high and gravelly.

"Badaba, ababa da!" the infant burbled angrily.

"What she said, go!" the older child holding her echoed, which⁠—what?

SOLDIERs and Turks alike were gaping at the demon, but Veld had merely paled for a moment before his fury rose. He started moving forward again, steps quick and angry. “Vincent, don’t you dare⁠—!”

The demon turned, blasted a hole in the drywall (which the SOLDIERs who’d been standing in the line of fire barely managed to dodge) and flew through. A second later, there was a tremendous crash and the children cheered wildly.

“He went out the window,” Sephiroth realized out loud. A winged demon...baby (?) had jumped out of the Tower holding Cloud.

Holding Cloud. Holding the homicidal little toddler Sephiroth had been holding just minutes before. Out the window.

What the fuck.

Sephiroth was so agahast that he nearly missed seeing the Turk’s Director sprint forward and vault through the smoking hole in the wall, screaming “GET BACK HERE YOU DAMN COWARD” and then⁠—

“He went out the window,” Sephiroth repeated in a tone and pitch that was sure to be added to Genesis’s List of Things to Mock Sephiroth Over and used against him until the day they both died.

Well, provided Genesis was in any kind of state to even register what Sephiroth had said, which seemed unlikely. He and Angeal seemed to be in the same boat as all the rest of them. The same sinking, burning, capsizing, absolutely batshit insane boat.

#tumblr exclusive writing #fic cut content #(everything but) the kitchen sink #aimeelouwrites

[leeus-writing]

High Storms

(Dividers by @cafekitsune��)

Tempest-tossed island

Seasons all the same

Anchorage unpainted

And a ship without a name

Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard

He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world

Showing the way, lighting hope in their hearts

The ones on their travels homeward from afar

This is for long-forgotten

Light at the end of the world

Horizon crying

The tears he left behind long ago

(The Islander - Song by Nightwish)

I’d been on Roshar for a little while now, coming to terms with the fact I’d probably never return to my home world again, never see the Turks again, never be teased by Reno again. I’d never even be able to name my home world. Hoid had guessed the place where I’d come from, the name of the planet arriving to my ears as noise. He’d asked what I’d asked the life steam for.

“Power… To protect,” I’d replied, “I didn’t want to be a Turk anymore. We’d been killing people for little more reason as because the boss says so. Reno understood but,” I sighed “He didn’t exactly care. A Some point he’d lost himself in the job and it changed him into… someone else.”

Hoid nodded and smiled, “Ahh yes, the Shard Mercy… Ifalna I believe holds that power at the moment.”

I had no idea what he was talking about. I had asked a request and I was given it… incorrectly in my view. I’d been given no powers.

“It appears to me she sent you off of your Planet of Shshhs to the cognitive realm in answer to your wanting to leave the Turks. I understand that to leave you must die yes?”

I nodded miserably to his question.

“You will find your power to protect here on Roshar, which is why I must have felt the need to find you,” he put down his bowl of stew and began to pack up, “Come we must find shelter, a high storm is coming.”

I stand up facing out towards the sea. A large wall of black cloud, debris and other stuff is crashing towards us at an alarming speed. Windspren in all shapes dance by. I don’t think I’d ever get use to spren…

Hoid grabbed my arm, dragging me towards a building along in the open land. Roof slanted towards the point of origin it was a safe house for travellers who may end up caught out in a high storm. It wasn’t my first run in with this strange dangerous weather. But it was my first time seeing one.

Hoid shut the door moments before it hit. Slamming against the hard wood and stone of the little safe house. He crossed the room and set a fire.

“Now… I know you’re new to these lands, but… Standing out in a high storm is a quick way for you to die. Unless this was another wish you had? If you do decide to die by high storm, at least leave your coat. It would make a nice kite,” He grinned back at me. Blue eyes sparkling and white hair catching the orange fire light. He always made it change colour when we were around people. I’d told him I’d liked it white. It looked like snow. So, he left it white … for me.

I sat down shaking my head and shivering a little from what I had seen. It was amazing but also scary. I felt so small. Hoid came to join me.

“It’s powerful isn’t it. A force of nature unlike many others,” he said, leaning back a little against the wall of the house. He always looked so tidy, so immaculate. White hair neat and tidy. The opposite to my own, a quick braid for a brown mess. I feel myself blushing. Unfortunately for me, feelings were so easy to give away on this planet.   

Passionspren, floated down around my. Tiny flakes of crystalline snow. It caused me to blush harder as Shamespren, like petals also started to float around me. Hoid chuckled leaning forward and griped my chin. I’d gotten to know him enough to trust him. He’d given me a name, one of his many names he’d told me. But one he used regularly.

He leaned forwards and kissed me, gentle and soft. Something so different to what I’d experienced before. I moved without thinking, slipping a hand into his soft white hair. His hands moved up my body, over the robes he’d purchased me. He found the knot to the tie that held it together.

Pulling it free easily he lay me back undressing me, looking down at me as if I was art.

“You are beautiful,” He whispered before leaning over and capturing my lips again. His hands moving to press on my breasts. I arched my back into his touch. He seemed to hmm when I reacted as I did.

His kisses moved down to my neck as fingers worked down to my cunt. I whimpered as his long fingers stroked against my folds. Fingers working perfectly. I moaned gripping his back. One long finger began to work my clit. I moaned loudly, ignoring the increasing number of Passionspren around us.

“H-Hoid…” I moaned.

“Cephandrius,” He whispered into my ear as he drew his hand back to strip himself off.

“Hmm?” I asked in a daze.

“You can call me Cephandrius…”

I laughed at this, “Hoid’s easier.”

He chuckled back pressing his forehead to mine. Fire crackling and popping behind us. His fingers went back to my slit, slipping deep within me. I bucked, thrusting up into his hand feeling my body growing ever hotter. His fingers dipped in and out, working my clit before slipping back in within my body.

He nipped at my neck and it was that moment I came with a scream. It wasn’t like anyone could hear us anyway. He smiled kissing me softly. I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my cunt. My body twitched in response to this.

It was all so different. Reno was always so rough with me. It was good sex, but this was… different. Gentle and loving.

Hoid thrust into me, and I responded in same, thrusting up onto him. Moaning as we rocked. He gripped my hips as he thrust into me in a rhythmic pace. No words passed between us, kisses and moans.

“I… I’m close again,” I moaned suddenly as it came up on me. Body screaming for his as he moved faster.

“Shhh enjoy it,” he whispered.

I moaned his name again gripping onto him, the squeeze of my body tipped him over and out moans mixed together.

For a while we lay still, tangled together in a little shelter out in the middle of nowhere. Almost romantic.

After a while I sat up.

“Wait… we didn’t use protection!”

Hoid just looked at me lazily, “I can’t have children Lea… I’m too altered for that…”

I lay back down beside him and sighed softly enjoying the warmth and safety.

Hoid had not been right about his body…

What is a spren you ask? - https://coppermind.net/wiki/Spren

Spren - are fragments of the powers of creation that have gained sentience through the influence of sapient beings on Roshar. They are vastly varied in their appearances, characteristics, and levels of intelligence

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#Leeu Drabble #dont want to tag Fandom

[raymondshields]

ayo all 5 seasons of Storm Chasers is on Youtube for free so like. if u want Tornado Time. it's there

(From my email inbox and my own tweet reply from earlier today.)

Delighted to tell you I am Already Aware of that show, although I haven't sat down and watched it in full because I've had zero time. Mostly when it's Tornado Time I run through my favourite Pecos Hank videos, or I find every single video that's ever done coverage of the El Reno 2013 EF-5. Skip Talbot did a two hour panel on it that was recorded and I've watched it several times.

Mind you, the fact I could identify Ivey's run with the TIV2 on a single screenshot of a video reposted twice without even reading the credit watermark is probably impressive.

Did you know that thing was more or less an armoured jeep, with hydraulic spikes that drove several feet into the ground to keep it from being flung? They lost two doors and most of the antennae and other recording equipment on top to that EF-4 in the video. Given that they lost the doors, and as my tweet says that was actual sheet metal across the windshield, it's a miracle neither of them died.

I dug up Ivey's original tweet about it way back when, quote-tweeted it just to remark on his steel balls, and the fucker liked my quote tweet within the day. Bro.

I wholly, 100% recommend Pecos Hank (Hank Schyma)'s channel for good tornado content, he's also a sweetheart with animals and absolutely understands that the moment the tornadoes are gone, stormchasers are now first responders. He's got a few videos pretty much entirely on rescuing people from debris and reporting to authorities that there's tornadoes on the ground.

Skip Talbot's great, much as I think he looks like baby Josh Hutcherson. Reed Timmer's aight, although I think he's a bit on the loud-streamer side personally. Dr. Anton Seimon's a treat whenever you can catch his footage on Youtube. Brandon Ivey has less of a Youtube presence than the others, but he also lets people do tours with him, which is a great way to see tornadoes and also Not Get In The Way Of The Actual Chasers.

But also like, catch y'all in a few days to a few weeks when Hank's done with the outbreak he put in my email and has the videos out for it. I've seen some lovely footage off twitter from the locals, can't wait to see the professional stuff on youtube.

To end things off, heavy heavy reminder to not chase tornadoes yourself. If you are not a chaser, get the fuck off the roads, and if you have safe shelter, get the fuck into your shelter. Tornadoes are lethal. Just because you're moving faster than it is doesn't mean you can deal with them pulling u-turns, swelling, and throwing trees and semis in your way. If you cannot identify the RFD in a matter of seconds, then you are in the way of actual chasers and you need to get the fuck off the road and into shelter. If you want to be there that bad, pay them to let you ride in the backseat and let them drive. You are probably not a scientist, these people are, and if things turn south (or north, I guess, most tornadoes don't track south) that's how you get people killed.

And now I must go to bed before I end up watching a ton of tornado videos all night when I have shit to do tomorrow. F in chat. Tornado time should be Always.

#asks #it's a good thing i live nowhere near tornadoes #(except for that teeny one in ubc last year) #because i. would not obey my own advice. #i would be that idiot chasing with zero knowledge because i have no impulse control #this is why i will one day pay hank schyma to let me ride in the backseat #and that way i won't do it the Idiot Way #(but also. i wanna be in the bear's cage of an ef-3) #(i know. i know. that's a good way to die. But If I Survived Tho) #anyhow anon you don't know how much i love tornadoes #but now you do because i love me some tornadoes #everyone else thinks they're scary #and they ARE #but like. they're also cool as fuck

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5. What is their highest skill? Lowest? 13.What is the most frightening experience they have endured? 61. What are their thoughts on chems and alcohol?

5. What is their highest skill? Lowest?

{{ Repair would be his highest. Scratch is always tinkering with things, either his bike, or his guns. He knows maintenance is crucial, survival even. If Scratch wasn’t a raider, he would’ve become a “grease monkey”. }}

{{ His lowest would be science. Scratch never was a good student, his mind always wandered. He lacks in that department, though not to the point of complete idiocy. }}

13.What is the most frightening experience they have endured?

{{ Scratch has a visceral hatred of Ghouls. Feral or not, Scratch abhors the entire species. }}

{{ This hatred is rooted in fear. In The Boneyard, Scratch frequently traversed the ruins surrounding Adytum and other boroughs. He came upon the entrance of the 2nd Street Tunnel, still standing despite nearly two centuries of neglect. }}

{{ Knowing going around would cost time, Scratch voted to move through the tunnel. The tunnel was jam-packed with rusted wrecks of cars and rubble. The place was a mausoleum, with human remains scattered about. Despite this, Scratch navigated the tunnel. }}

{{ He came across a bus, which held something horrible. A nest of feral ghouls slept there, hibernating. Scratch, having knocked over some debris, awakened the ghouls. They stumbled out, moaning in pain, while they marched towards Scratch. They were hungry, starving for flesh. }}

{{ The sight of their faces, of their outstretched arms frightened Scratch. Shooting two, more appeared, coming from everywhere. The sounds of feral screams only echoing, occasionally disturbed by the gunfire of Scratch’s revolver. }}

{{ Retreating, Scratch eventually reached a service door. To his horror, the door was nearly rusted shut. The pack was nearly upon him when Scratch got the door open. He rushed into the darkness, heading upwards towards the unknown. All the while, the ferals pursued, having his scent. }}

{{ Scratch managed to reach the surface. He escaped the ferals, but was disturbed by his experience. }}

61. What are their thoughts on chems and alcohol?

{{ Scratch’s opinions on chems and booze are rather libertine. He indulges frequently in chems and booze, despite the harm brought upon him. }}

{{ He was introduced to chems while in New Reno. Scratch’s old gang smuggled chems to support their organization. Scratch acquired some “free samples” for his own curiosity. Jet quickly became his favorite. }}

{{ After The Fiends shanghaied Scratch, chems became more and more present. His surroundings drove him to more costly forms of escapism. Scratch’s indulgences became greater and greater. The driving force again, being pain and how terrible his life turned out. }}

{{ Booze serves the same purpose. Scratch enjoys drinking cheap beer, the stuff of questionable health standards. One thing however, Scratch does not drink and ride. He’s not that dumb yet, or careless. }}

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[bitterarcs]

Nausea was a foreign finger, probing and agitating his insides, tickling a gag reflex that was a hair away from giving in entirely. He survived a helicopter's death spin and only stepped away with some scraped flesh, plus the vigor of an excellent adrenaline rush. So, what in the fuck, actually happened? The rush of his own blood, the twisting of his own gut, even Reno's own thoughts agitated him; stimuli internally and externally were weighing heavily on the very thin tendril which was his stomach's sanity.

With eyes still shut, Reno rolled around in an injured dog as he tested the limits of what he could and could not do . . and to determine where he was precisely. The ground — oh how he knew it well, but speckles of dust and debris were not cutting into his flesh. For that, he was very menially thankful for. A grunt was forced out of his lungs, out of his mouth, and the deep tremor of a body lacking of hydration sounded grating on his ears. Reno continued to roll around, likely more similar to an overturned turtle, until he gained enough momentum to get onto his elbows and knees.

It felt oddly therapeutic not being on his back and having his forehead pressed against the ground. He needed the most silent mountain top to surround him, perhaps noiseless frigid rain soaking him to the bone. Reno needed a good other hour to gather his bearings, but there it was . . It was not cruel by any means, but the very presence of Genesis' voice hit him in the gut. The Turk groaned as he arched his back, almost shoving his face into the ground.

(  ❛  What . . . happened . . ❜  )

Sleep? Is that what happened? Reno felt like he was kicked in the head by a chocobo if that counted for falling asleep.

(  ❛  Did you drug me, you fucker ..? ❜  )

“ Did we fall asleep ? ” @poeticphoenix         (   is this a love confession, genesis?  )

#[ ⁰⁰⁵ ; READING YOUR CONFESSIONS LIVE ON AIR ] #poeticphoenix

[coffeestainedcamera]

Welp, my apartment building got bought out by a company known for doing unwanted renovations and jacking up rent prices. Good times. I hate everything rn.

Cool things that happened so far:

Me: "I saw a permit for major reno hanging on the front door. Could you please tell me about how it'll impact me, new property manager?"

PM: "No worries, we will only renovate unoccupied units"

(realizing I live next to one)

Me: "What should I expect in terms of noise and debris?"

PM: (crickets)

Btw, this is a "lease includes lead paint addendum" old building and the permit mentions wall demolition. So I'm now looking into other apartment buildings bc I don't want to get Walter Whited by these jerkoffs.

#text post

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8 Helpful Tips for Preparing Your Plumbing Before Home Renovation

Renovating your home can be exciting and transformative, but your plumbing system often takes a back seat amidst the anticipation of new decor and layouts. Yet, neglecting your plumbing can lead to unexpected issues and costly repairs.  

This comprehensive guide will walk you through 11 invaluable tips for preparing your plumbing before starting a home renovation, ensuring your project goes off without a hitch.

1. Take Care of Any Existing Plumbing Issues

Whether you are doing a bathroom renovation project or a home renovation, addressing any existing plumbing problems is essential. Leaks, clogs, or other issues can escalate during renovation, causing damage and disruptions. Tackle these concerns head-on to avoid complications down the line.

2. Locate Your Existing Plumbing System

Understanding the layout of your current plumbing system is crucial. It lets you plan your renovation effectively, avoiding accidental damage and ensuring the new design aligns seamlessly with the existing plumbing.

3. Gather Plumbing Tools and Materials

Preparation requires having the right tools and materials at your disposal, making your renovation journey smoother.

Ensure you have the necessary materials for potential repairs or replacements as part of your preparations. These may include pipes, connectors, gaskets, and sealants, making it easier to address unexpected issues promptly.

Don't overlook safety. Safety glasses and gloves are your allies, protecting you from potential accidents and injuries while working on your plumbing system.

4. Turn Off the Water Supply

Mastery of controlling the water supply is fundamental to plumbing preparation for a renovation.

It's crucial to know the location of your main water shutoff valve. This knowledge is invaluable in emergencies and when interrupting the water supply during your renovation.

You may only need to turn off the water supply in certain situations. Using shutoff valves to isolate water to specific areas or fixtures allows you to work on one section of the plumbing system without affecting water access elsewhere.

5. Clearing the Work Areafan

Establishing a clean and safe workspace is essential for a successful renovation. 

Before you begin, clear the renovation area from obstacles to safeguard your belongings and streamline your work, making it more efficient and safer.

Shield valuables and furniture near the renovation site from dust and debris. These protective measures ensure that your possessions remain unharmed during the renovation process.

6. Pipe Insulation and Protection

Preventive measures and protection for your plumbing system are vital to avoid potential issues.

Construction activities can inadvertently harm plumbing pipes. Taking precautions to protect them from physical damage is essential to prevent leaks or other issues in the future.

In cold climates, insulation is vital to prevent pipes from freezing, leading to costly repairs and water supply interruptions.

Choose suitable insulation materials to safeguard your plumbing. Pipe insulation sleeves or tape can easily protect vulnerable sections and ensure protection against extreme temperatures and potential impacts.

7. Fixing Minor Leaks and Issues

Addressing minor plumbing issues is vital to prevent them from escalating into major problems during renovation.

Having a basic understanding of DIY repair techniques can benefit minor leaks. Simple tasks like replacing a washer or tightening a connection can save time and money.

Replacing old and malfunctioning faucets and fixtures is a good start for DIY projects.

8. Replacing Outdated Plumbing

Consider upgrading your plumbing system during the renovation to improve its efficiency and longevity.

A renovation is ideal for replacing old, outdated pipes with newer, more durable materials. It enhances the performance of your plumbing system and reduces the risk of future problems.

Opt for modern plumbing fixtures during your renovation. High-efficiency toilets, sleek faucets, and energy-saving showerheads can significantly improve functionality and enhance the overall appearance of your space.

9. Hiring a Professional Plumber

Sometimes, the wisest choice is to entrust plumbing work to the experts. By letting the experts do the work, you can get the best result from your budget.

Recognize when it's time to enlist the services of a professional plumber. Complex issues, major installations, or tasks beyond your expertise should prompt you to seek the knowledge and skills of a qualified plumber.

When hiring a professional, research and select a reputable plumbing contractor. Seek recommendations, check references, and verify licenses to ensure you partner with a qualified professional capable of handling the unique needs of your renovation project.

10. DIY vs. Professional Plumbing Renovation

Deliberate the pros and cons of managing plumbing work yourself or engaging a professional.

While DIY renovations can be fulfilling, they come with potential pitfalls. Consider your skill level, the project's complexity, and the time you can commit before deciding on a DIY approach.

Professional plumbers bring experience and expertise to your project. Their knowledge ensures the work is completed efficiently and complies with local codes and regulations. Discover the numerous benefits of enlisting a pro for your plumbing needs.

11. Maintaining Your Plumbing After Renovation

After renovating, continue caring for your plumbing system to enjoy a trouble-free and efficient home.

Schedule regular plumbing inspections after your renovation. This proactive approach can identify issues early, preventing extensive damage and costly repairs in the future.

Implement preventative maintenance practices, such as periodic flushing of water heaters, cleaning drains, and checking for leaks. These steps will help you maintain the integrity of your plumbing system and extend its lifespan.

Conclusion

In conclusion, preparing your plumbing for a home renovation is an essential step in ensuring a successful and hassle-free project. By assessing your plumbing system, gathering the necessary tools, and understanding the importance of shutting off water when needed, you set the stage for a smooth renovation process.

Additionally, addressing issues like drainage, insulation, and minor leaks, as well as considering the replacement of outdated plumbing, can substantially enhance the functionality and efficiency of your plumbing system.

The decision of whether to embark on a DIY plumbing renovation or to hire a professional plumber should be made thoughtfully, weighing the complexity of the project and your skill level. Regardless of your path, understanding local regulations and obtaining the necessary permits is crucial to avoid complications during your renovation.

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