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— Bon Iver, from “A song for a lover of long time ago.”

#[ musings ] × cloud #hhhrrrrnnnngggghhh

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[ SUPPORT ]: the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical ssupport. — barret

"I'm fine."

Cloud was a SOLDIER, first class. If there was anything he was good at, it was taking hits long past what any normal, unenhanced human could withstand. And he was proving it now, with a gash in his side from a monster's maw and a bleeding forearm to go with it. He held his side together with his injured arm and stumbled along the path. Just a little further, and they would be at the next village.

One step, two step, three -- no, that was a stumble. He caught himself, but barely; he was exhausted and every step was like moving a mountain.

He felt the arm around his waist before he saw Barret come down next to him, and it was with the little disgust he could muster at the moment that he made a face at the much taller man. But he loped his arm around Barret's bicep and let him lead the way.

"...thanks."

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“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

"We're still standing, aren't we?" Cloud replied, frowning.

It was true that they hadn't done particularly well against that set of monsters, and Aerith was having to revive Red while the rest of them waited, but they had made it out of the fight alive. More than they could say for those monsters. Well. The ones they had managed to kill before running away, anyway.

"I guess we didn't really win, exactly," Cloud admitted. "But we didn't lose either."

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#churchflower #ask ) #that's not losing it's falling with style #queue )

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“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “ — biggs. your turn :)

“Hey.”

Cloud wasn't sure what he was feeling here. He knew he was scared, and he didn't like that. He knew he was appalled at what Shinra was trying to do. He knew he was – grieving? Was that it? Wedge was already at the bottom of the tower, bleeding out, and Jessie and Barret –

“Hey, don't talk that way. Listen, you – ” He had to stop, feeling that fear choked up in his throat again. Somehow, this was worse than before. He didn't understand. He had seen a lot of people die. People he loved, people he liked. Why was this different? Why was he choking on his fear now of all times?

He swallowed it down and replaced it with anger. That was easy enough, and it kept him moving forward, even when he felt rooted to the spot.

Biggs was done for, filled with bullet holes and bleeding out in Cloud's arms. There was blood everywhere. So much blood. Why did this feel so familiar?

“I won't,” he finally choked out. “I'll stop them. Don't worry.”

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REVERSE : [ BANDAGE ]: the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

"Come on, then, let me see," Cloud said, gesturing at where Aerith was sitting across from him.

She was reluctant as she lifted one bare foot up, biting her lip ever so slightly and placing her foot on his lap. The blisters they had bandaged up yesterday had burst, blood soaking the gauze. He gently removed the old dressing and began to clean the open wounds, causing little gasp of pain from her.

"Sorry," Cloud said flatly. "We need to clean it or they'll get infected. You sure you don't want Tifa to do this?" He kind of felt out of his element here, tending to other people's injuries like this.

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#churchflower #ask ) #i imagine they all must have had impressive blisters after leaving midgar #and walking for 10000000 miles

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i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? — barret

"..."

Cloud just gave Barret something of a disbelieving look. They hadn't quite come close to actually dying, Barret was exaggerating a bit. But the battle had been fierce and fast, and the cure materia had to be judiciously used to patch up the injuries.

Hungry? How could anyone be hungry after that?

Well, Cloud guessed he was a little hungry.

Still, they had a long ways to go before they could stop. This monster fight had already cut into the distance Cloud had expected them to travel today, and he wanted to hurry up and get going to make up for lost time.

"We can stop and eat later," he said. "The longer we wait around here, the further Sephiroth gets toward his goal." Whatever that was, exactly.

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#vctlan #yes cloud is also hungry #but SEPHIROTH! comes first

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“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “ - biggs

Cloud didn't know exactly where Biggs stayed the night, generally speaking, but he was pretty sure it wasn't in the apartment complex where Tifa had found him a room. And that was where he was chilling, sitting out on the steps leading up to the second floor at midnight, watching the people go by. Midgar truly was the city that never slept.

He didn't know why Biggs was still there, other than – well, nerves, from the sound of it. Cloud himself was still buzzing with adrenaline, like Biggs had suggested, but he wasn't going to admit that. He shouldn't have been.

“Not especially,” Cloud replied flatly, knowing full well that such an answer wasn't going to deter the other man.

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#vctlan #cloud baby you have to know this isn't how people act #also timeline ??? *handwaves* it's fine #i don't know what's going on either #it's been a long ass time since i played remake

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"I'm going to live my life without pretending."

final fantasy vii roleplay blog

based on og, mun hasn't played rebirth yet

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written by zack

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𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]:     sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]:     sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]:     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]:     the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]:     the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]:     just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]:     when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]:     the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]:     the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]:     the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]:     before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]:     the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]:     having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

#;ask meme #dusts off this blog hesitantly #👀

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FIRST CLASS SOLDIER : ZACK FAIR

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[ HELLO I'M HERE FOR A MOMENT IN TIME AND I LOVE YOU ALL ]

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[ look at my art from 2022. LOOK AT IT. ]

art vs. artist 2022 :)

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[ happy new year, everyone!

my plan right now is to go through my follows and clean up a little (mostly inactive people, don’t worry), redo my rules, and then maybe start reblogging some hc memes to kind of ease my way back into being on this blog.

this is going to be a slow process because i’m going to be out of town for a few weeks and without proper internet. so bear with me! ]

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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.

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I’ve been silent for too long and can no longer bear to keep this inside: @churchflower is a good person and deserves many good things.

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[ merry christmas to all who celebrate! ]

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