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i've put this blog on a (indefinite) hiatus. but i have a ff7 blog for rude, leslie and zack that i will keep relatively private (rather, ff7 muses/verses only outside of certain cases) so yeah.

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...Is he witnessing the youngest Rosfield boy being kidnapped? Potentially about to be cooked?

#( dash comm ) #me glancing at dashboard: #R how do you get the good boi into these kinds of situations #...not that Sleipnir would interfere a lot but. even he's wondering wtf

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Anti-revenge narrative this, anti-revenge narrative that, I personally think that Inigo Montoya had the right idea when he stabbed Count Rugen in the gut and said "I want my father back, you son of a bitch"

#( musings : yotsuyu ) #( musings : benedikta ) #( musings : mikoto )

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Final Fantasy XVI (2023)

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Final Fantasy XVI (2023)

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Happy Birthday!!

thank youu ♥

#creatrixmea #( ooc )

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aaaaa happy birthday!! 🥳🎂

thank youuu 🥺🥺

#eikonbound #( ooc )

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IS IT NIR NIR'S BIRTHDAY???? 🎈✨ HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! TODAY YOU ARE ROYALTY!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND APPRECIATE YOU IMMENSELY~ HERE'S HOPING YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY!!! 😚 (👑🐎)

THANK YOUUU I APPRECIATE YOU VERY MUCH TOO. PLS GIVE TREATS

#thcrmr #( ooc ) #i love this fanart... #sleipnir deserves all the kisses.... give him more kisses

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! ♥♥♥♥

THANK YOUUU ♥♥♥

#( ooc ) #smooches #ruiination

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH SNOOCH SNOOCH i am here to tell u how amazing u are at writing and interpreting and portraying ur characters u are very very good at it ok i am petting your face keep up the fantastic work and u eat all the ramen and bday cake bc u deserve it thanks for being my friend here's to another year NERD

you guess? smh

i love u too. or smth. i can't believe we've been stuck with each other for so long.

#( ooc ) #me this || close to archiving this blog because i lost all confidence: #you: #BUT I WILL EAT ALL THE RAMEN AND CAKE #and i will send u pics so u may crave as well heh #okay anyway u know i'm a stuck up bitch idk hOW TO REPLY #THANK YOU. N-NERD.

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SLEIPNIR HARBARD ━ Lord Commander of the Kingdom of Waloed's armies, Harbard is known to many as the Constant Knight, by reason of his unchangingly icy demeanor, and his unwavering loyalty to his liege. Indeed, he appears to command Barnabas' complete trust, having been gifted full command of the Royal Order of Knight despite his apparent youth. The capacity in which he evacuated Hugo Kupka from Rosalith Castle, however, remains a mystery.

#( images : sleipnir ) #reblogs this again to show i'm alive

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Shoka observes Axel out of the corner of her eyes as she carries on stuffing chips into her mouth, scrolling through her phone with her other hand. "Guess you could do worse, though." As exhausting as Kariya can be at times, some of the other Reapers are far less entertaining to spend time with. Not that Shoka wants to spend much time with any of the Shibuya Reapers, though.

"Signing up new players to the RNS, and help them with the rules and whatever. Same old, same old." A truly unremarkable job, but Shoka much preferred it over any other duty that she could be given. The Reaper's Game has become a bore, overall, and she's glad to scurry away whenever her shifts are over to play FanGO. "I'm gonna send all the idiot players to you."

As childish as it is, Axel still sticks his tongue out at her when Shoka said she only says what he deserves. Cheeky brat. Well, she made life a bit more interesting from some of the more mundane times when everyday felt a bit too much like the last. At the mention of the upcoming game, the reaper makes an ‘eh’ while taking one of the curry chips bags for himself. Sitting in the comfy armchair, he rips it open carefully.

      “Reaper Sport 4 on day… uh…” He pulls out his phone for a moment and looks at the message. “Three. I’d almost think it’s some kind of punishment, especially since Kariya’s also been roped into it, but I guess it’s better to play tag than something else.” Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Axel tipped his head a little and looked towards the younger Reaper. “What about you?”

#luzofstars #( ic : shoka )

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He's leaned up against a wall, arms crossed and eyes fixed on his comrade rather than their target. Benedikta's agitation is palpable, so clearly written across her face, that Gerulf is nigh amused at her demeanor. But he keeps himself in check, merely watching her observe the traitor who shamelessly sold information to the enemy.

There's no reason to intervene just yet, not until she makes an actual move. He needs not patronize her, after all. He only needs to remind her of their purpose should she become too angered by their target right before their eyes.

He finds himself not minding their arrangement ━ him, remaining quietly collected, whilst she is driven ever forward by their purpose. And as impulsive and easily agitated as Benedikta may be, she is responsive to his reminders that they have to focus on their assignment.

It's a balance that they established rather easily, and one that makes them a rather effective team.

Quietly, Gerulf takes note of a shift in her posture. Barely noticeable to one who does not know her well, but they've worked together for quite some time now. Ere she can take a single step forward, he moves in front of her, his arm blocking her. A single reminder is enough to have Benedikta halt rather immediately, and he studies her the same way she does him. Seeing her annoyance, he finally cannot help the smallest hint of a smile curling the corner of his lips.

"Indeed. Let us move." His arm drops to his side, then, and Gerulf shifts his gaze to find their quarry again. It cannot be long until they'll receive the information they need, served on a silver platter, as it were. It shouldn't be too long 'til the exchange takes place, after all. Gerulf straightens ere he pushes himself away from the wall to walk closer.

They should be done before the sun sets, at the very least.

𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺

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There were talks of a traitor amongst the regimen, ambushes upon supply routes becoming a bit too frequent sparked an investigation that led them to a small trading post in Kanver. Following their quarry was easy enough, waiting for the exchange of information was another.

Benedikta's anger over the situation builds until it’s noticeable within the squint of her eyes and disgusted curl of her nose. The fact that this insect of a person would defile their King’s loyalty and to think so little of the Waloed army in general was enough to make her blood boil. To make an example of them would be all too easy and immensely satisfying.

Barely does Benedikta move before a shape invades part of her vision. She follows the curvature of a shoulder to the outstretched arm that halts her from stepping forward. Annoyed as she is in this moment she would still tilt her head to Gerulf's voice as he leans to whisper in her ear.

“ let us remember why we are here & what we hope to achieve . ”

The closeness was nothing new to her, even still the assessment of her current train of thought, yet it was something only few held the right to do so. It is refreshing as it is vexing sometimes... A sigh leaves as jaw sets for a moment, tilting her head away when she speaks.

❝ We are here for recon only. To find out who exactly they are sending these little secrets to and plan further from there. ❞ Slight roll of her eyes, taking her gaze from the target to look up to Gerulf, almost studying his features before turning away again. She hates when he's right, but acknowledges him all the same.

❝ Fine. We still have to get closer... can't hear a thing over all this rabble. ❞

#( ic : gerulf ) #benediikta #no icons... i'm too LAZY rn fdhgkj

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The compliment leaving Cidolfus' lip tempts Benedikta to merely roll her eyes in response. He's always been a charming man, and she had been incredibly receptive to that charming side of his when she was younger. Now, she isn't sure how she feels about it, if she believes what he's saying when not too long ago, they were at each other's throats, and Cidolfus scarcely spared her a second glance. Perhaps this is supposed to be one last talk, naught more. One last encounter, that they may wash their hands of each other.

... The thought stings more than she'd like to admit, yet her features remain carefully neutral.

"As of late? You mean ever since that pet Bearer of yours took Garuda from me?" The venom in her voice spikes as she hisses at the former Lord Commander under her breath. That man had not been a mere Bearer, and Cidolfus brought him right to her doorstep. The thought has her bristle for a moment, yet in spite of her distress during that moment, she recalls that he had appeared just as confused as her rather clearly.

" ━ My men were all killed after Caer Norvant," she merely adds, then, matter-of-factly and banning any emotion from her voice. There is little need for her to bare her emotions so rarely ━ not that it matters much. Even before Cidolfus left Waloed he have known that Benedikta had been growing close to the Intelligencers ere she continuously rose through the ranks to become their superior. Yet even then they had been the closest to a family unit that she had had. "And since I ended up with less to offer than I had left with, I couldn't exactly go back to Waloed." Obviously. "So I've been staying in Storm instead." Useless as she is to Barnabas without Garuda as the source of her powers, he'd most certainly have cast her out. And she cannot even find it in herself to fault him for it. What is she without her powers, after all?

With a sharp exhale, Benedikta shrugs her shoulders to shake off the weight upon her, to reiterate her apathy to her circumstances. "I've started taking on hunts to make a living, and been doing rather well for myself, considering the circumstances." A smile curls her lips, then, and she leans back in her seat as she observes Cidolfus closely. Time leaves its mark on everyone, of course, but there hasn't passed so much time that he should look this different. Exhausted, uncomfortable. As debilitating as an Eikon's power may be to their Dominant's physique, they are also a source of enormous strength. Unless, of course...

"Do you still run around with your merry group of Bearers, or have you given up that life?" If any rumors are to be believed, though, then they must be responsible for the deaths of the Mothercrystals. Something that Benedikta finds inconceivable, admittedly, but she hasn't understood any of Cidolfus' motives in a long time. " ━ Did that Bearer take your powers, too?"

Though she spits his given name, frigid and hostile, Cid finds himself warmed by hearing it nonetheless. No one calls him that, not anymore. Where it would have sound authoritative coming from anyone else, it's a familiar and fond name coming from her.

... Certainly less fond now, but no less familiar.

"Never said I was innocent. Though I think my infamy has more to do with the eyes on me, less so the things I've done to earn it." Cid has a good deal he's guilty for, most of it having happened in his time as Barnabas' Lord Commander. But the things people tend to whisper among themselves about him have to do with the Mothercrystals and liberating Bearers. The actual sins he's committed and the blood on his hands -- no one's taking him to task for that.

If she truly has nothing to say to him outside of a few snarky remarks, then Cid knows to leave her alone. But there's plenty left unsaid between them. Those unsaid words only seem to metastasize with each passing year, and try as he might, Cid never feels very at peace with it. "Nothing we must, but quite a lot that we should, I'd say," he rebuts.

She must already knows this; the way their lives diverged was sudden and painful, and Cid could take a lot of the blame for that. To him, Leaving Waloed wasn't an option. He couldn't stomach another day of being the King's military lackey -- the bells and whistles of the Lord Commander title didn't make the role any less egregious. It wasn't something she was ready to hear or believe at the time. And it was why parting ways was unavoidable.

He's sure that Benedikta is going to refuse, perhaps fling a few choice expletives his way before storming out. But Cid is pleasantly surprised when she acquiesces, even if she's going to be a little haughty about it. He's always liked that about Benedikta; her attitude. He can handle her barbed words and sharp tongue just fine. Sitting across from her, Cid attempts to make himself comfortable in the wooden chair. Not much is comfortable about his body as a whole anymore, and he's sure his discomfort is at least a little obvious.

A wide grin breaks out on Cid's face at her comment. He's not offended, only amused at her bluntness. "Aye, things have certainly caught up with me," he admits, shrugging his shoulders. "Thank you for your candor, as always." He looks her over in kind, searching for signs of major difference in her, but she's hard to read. It wasn't always that way. He can see a difference in how she carries herself though, as if she's a different person in the world now.

"Can't say the same for you," he comments, "You seem a little different, but you look great, as you always have." It's a genuine compliment, one he hopes she believes despite whatever she's endured between their last meeting and now. "What's been going on in your world of late? If you don't mind me asking, that is."

Cid can't imagine a version of Barnabas that would keep Benedikta around if she didn't have access to Garuda; it's her utility that matters to him, not her humanity. It makes him wonder if she's still based in Waloed or finds herself living elsewhere.

#( ic : benedikta ) #eikonbound #benedikta vc: conceal dont feel dont let him know

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knight/lord ships are like. what if i would die for you. what if i wanted you to live for me. what if i wanted to touch you but could only be satisfied with being near you. what if i could touch you but only through the safety of our gloves. what if i couldn’t stop thinking about you right next to me. what if i bloodied my hands for you and never looked back at the wreckage. what then

#( tripleflames : but the heart knows / and trembles at the truth ━ terence & dion ) #also works for sleipnir and possibly gerulf... benedikta as well...

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