Ah yes, Cloud Strife
One of the most mentally stable video game character
Truly mental health goals
Also sephiroth is definitely not using his vulnerability and manipulating him, not at all
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This fandom really loves to downplay clouds mental issues. Even without the OG context it is extremely clear cloud is having issues in remake. And that just escalates in rebirth.
P.s. I don't know what this person was even answering to but claiming cloud is mentally fine is one of the most idiotic ff7 takes.
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so i made a bingo board for my fics. reblog with how many ur fave fic of mine fills
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what i wanna know is why would they rb a masterlist 💀 to me it’s like reblogging a personal post like don’t do that 😐
idec if ppl reblog mlists like if they do cool for them. some ppl don’t like it and i can see why but it doesn’t bother me so like just count ur blessings u can reblog it if u want to bc i didn’t turn off the rbs like other ppl >:(
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[ Bath ] - Xi
Loxley was famously not fussy when it came to nudity, especially his own.
Other people might think it weird to bathe in another's house, but contrary to popular belief, Loxley liked being clean. His program with Clearer Skies had been a huge success and he was pulling double shifts, and quite frankly, he was having a ball. He loved feeling like he was actually making a difference. It didn't hurt that they were paying him now.
It did mean he was ridiculously busy though. Between Clearer Skies, an apprenticeship with Prof Sprout, a cottage to fix up, a dog, and a girlfriend (not in that order of importance), Loxley barely had time for social engagements. He thought of the safe house like that, even when things were decidedly not social, like when he was in a room with Xiomara. He had forgiven Nate, for the most part, and he respected Xiomara's mental health progress, but he didn't think she would ever be good.
It was why he'd been surprised to see one of her fancy smelly bath bombs in the bath he'd been waiting to get into. He was under the impression they were expensive and French, and they weren't at a point in their journey where they were sharing soaps. Still, he saw it as a peace offering, and it did smell nice. It made the water a shimmery gold and felt like champagne against his skin when he slid into the hot water with a contented sigh. A matching gold face mask was sitting on a stool next to the bath, and Loxley was eager to partake. Why not? He was so relaxed he almost fell asleep in less than a minute, but instead of having a quick gold-bubble nap, his eyes snapped open as the door flung violently wide.
"What the fuck?!" They said in unison, which only made her madder. He raised an eyebrow behind the gold sheet mask.
"This was my bath, I turned on the water. I thought you were being nice!"
"No you didn't, you limp brained, flaccid dicked moron! You're spoiling £30 of bath products! That's my bath!"
Oh. Whoops. He was so tired, he hadn't realised. Loxley had wandered into the bathroom for a piss and thought he'd started a bath. And then got in.
"Well... you could just get in. Remember the Prefects bathroom? You didn't seem to mind then." She scoffed, which made him laugh a little.
"---And excuse me, wouldn't you prefer it flaccid? Weirdo."
"I'm telling Nate and Piper you asked to share the bath with. an. erection!"
"I do not!" He looked down at his dick to make sure, and by then, she'd turned on her heel to storm down the stairs, almost screaming in her shrill voice.
"Stop!" He jumped up then, which made her skip faster away from him. "It's not like that and everyone knows it!" He called after her, but he was the one with the bare ass and face mask.
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The debacle ended with a stern talking to about boundaries, a £40 bank transfer (£10 in emotional damages), and Loxley finishing his bath. There was no point in it going to waste after all.
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