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I will resurface here soon, I’ve just been on Animal Crossing for the very first time ever for the last few days and I’m drowning.

robbersdjh​:

“‘prompts: 1) things you said at 1 am 2) things you said through your teeth 3) things you said too quietly 4) things you said over the phone 5) things you didn’t say at all 6) things you said under the stars and in the grass 7) things you said while we were driving 8) things you said when you were crying 9) things you said when I was crying 10) things you said that made me feel like shit 11) things you said when you were drunk 12) things you said when you thought I was asleep 13) things you said at the kitchen table 14)things you said after you kissed me 15) things you said with too many miles between us 16) things you said with no space between us 17) things you said that I wish you hadn’t 18) things you said when you were scared 19) things you said when we were the happiest we ever were 20) things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear 21) things you said when we were on top of the world 22) things you said after it was over 23) things you said on the streetcar at 1 am 24) things you said with clenched fists 25) things you said in the back seat of a cab 26) things you said sitting still 27) things you said on the phone at 4 am 28) things you said but not out loud 29) things you said in the backyard at night 30) things you said on the highway 31) things you said while I cried in your arms 32) things you said I wouldn’t understand 33) things you said at the back of the theatre 34) things you said in your sleep 35) things you said that made me feel real 36) things you said you’ll never forget 37) things you said with the tv on mute 38)things you said while holding my hand’ 39) things you said when we first met 40) things you said when you met my parents 41) things you said you loved about me 42) things you said when you asked me to marry you 43) things you said in our vows 44) things you said before you kissed me 45) things you said on new year’s eve 46) things you said when you kissed me goodnight 47) things you said in a hotel room 48) things you said on our honeymoon 49) things you said when we were 18 50) things you said when we were 70 51) things you said as we danced in our socks 52) things you said with my lips on your neck 53) things you said in the dark 54) things you always meant to say but never got the chance 55) things you said under your breath 56) things you said in the spur of the moment 57) things you said when no one else was around 58) things you were afraid to say 59) things you said after we fell in love 60) things you said [make your own]”

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the ones with single quotes aren’t mine, but the rest are. great story and fic prompts

reblog if you want your followers to send you a number and pairing to write a fic about

I’ll be finishing up my own code today both here and on iniziare, I’ve gathered the starters written for me (bless you guys <3) and have drafted memes. I’ll also finally be hopping into ask boxes later today because I’ve restrained myself from doing so until I’m done with things like code and whatnot, but Aerith will be bugging people. It’s long overdue.

Cloud Strife / sicsemper​:

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒,  startled in the quiet ;  blue eyes widening a fraction in what he feels ought to be indignant as his attention snaps to her, but feels rather more like an exposed nerve. a defense of his character is drawn in on the same.    ❛ what––– ? ❜    the word is a near balk before it dies on his tongue, acrid to the taste, the moment his eyes sweep her countenance and take in the bare curl of her lips. she’s teasing him ––– again. cloud inhales deeply, and exhales it on a huff of a sigh ;  lashes fluttering closed as he accepts, once again, a certain sense of resignation: shoulders dropping from where they had begun to rise in their tension, posture slumping as he lets it go ––– even if the burn of his cheeks could still be felt, predominantly cooled by the low lamplight  ( or so he hoped ).

hands tighten their grip, gloved fingers curling to depress the flesh of his bicep as he considers her words. a question slowly rises from his gut to tickle the back of his throat, yet there is a tick at the corner of his clenched jaw as if to trap it behind his teeth. swallowing it back down, he shrugs one shoulder.    ❛ oh, i… ❜    he considers the prospect of the night slipping through his fingers like fine grains of desert sand, only to be scattered on the wind, and comes to a comfortable place of knowing the streets of sector five would’ve known his likeness again sooner rather than later ;  lips pressing into a thin line as if to keep such sentiments a secret between the teeth before he inevitably speaks.    ❛ … yeah, sure. ❜

there is a moment, then, as blue eyes sweep the playground beneath them. the silence is comfortable all but for the split second it takes for him to want to grip the night between his hands and pull so that he might stretch it into eons beyond counting ;  and in the back of his mind, an alarm rings that sounds like a guilty conscience reminding him that sector seven was waiting just beyond a wall practically within arm’s reach. he stifles it.    ❛ the flowers, ❜    he says, gaze flickering between the swings and the tires,    ❛ that you used to sell here ––– tell me about them. ❜

The warmth of a smile claims her, but it is not his verbal response that prompts it, instead, it’s the tolerance he bears her jests and challenges time and time again, it’s the permission of her in his orbit; and not only accepting her invasions but his continued tolerances of her lingering. In that, and in that truth that he sat to her side still now— lay the looming fear that the night should not count its hours for there would be too few, there would simply be too few. Because I want to stay with you, had that not been the admission she’d confided him with? But perhaps she’d been too frank, perhaps he, too, would disappear at night’s end. And yet, the thought of Cloud Strife falling fate to any absence from her, was one she actively dread before there were ever signs of it becoming a reality. And though her hands stray from the fabric of her skirt to one another instead, folding within themselves in search of comfort and touch, her smile strengthens as it always did. “Good, I know it’ll make her very happy.” She certainly told no lie, but her words had not been any more truthful in comparison.

“—Hmmm? Oh.” It seems so long ago, as if she were hardly as young as she was— but she had still been a child, with childish hopes, dreams and wishes. And yet, a childlike wonder and delight had never quite forsaken her, and the tilt of her head in his direction bears enough excitement to prove it. “Do you remember Rude, that guy with the pigeons and the sunglasses, before we went back home?” A tap of her boot to his own, as if ensuring she had any and all of his attention. “—You know, the guy whose butt you kicked? He was my very first customer!” That little addition had been a whisper amidst a barely restrained laugh, as if it were a well-kept secret between him and her. But no volume could quite hide the certain delight and pride at her bodyguard that she stole a glimpse of, before aiming her glance at the surrounding playground, calling forth a memory that was most certainly clearer than many others. “He wanted to buy some for a girl he was with, I think she was his girlfriend? Or if she wasn’t, I think he definitely wanted her to be his girlfriend.” It remains ever bright, that smile, a seemingly permanent resident now as a focus returns to him, a hand’s thumb brushing over the open palm of the other absent-mindedly. And for once, she struggles to maintain the gaze and so it falters, dropping to his knee. “Any way, flowers don’t really grow anywhere else around here, so I was told that I should sell them, so I tried it for a while.”

When certain bits in the Ultimania about Aerith give me infinitely more food for thought to get the gears going, and then also transforms the resolution scene entirely. It’s not a dream. It’s not a dream.

wutaiiwarrior​:

 “mhmm  yeah,  but  like?  it  aint  that  bad.”  well,  she  supposes  that  it  at  least  couldn’t  possibly  be  any  worse.  “at  least  it  aint  raining!”  speaking  of….yuffie  definitely  doesn’t  take  a  deceptively  obvious  sniff  at  the  air  all  while  giving  the  sky  itself  one  heavy,  ‘  i  dare  you ’  kind  of  looks  before  leaning  forward  to  rummage  through  her  pack.  a  second  ticks,  &  she’s  back  up.  pulling  free  some  bread.  one  of  which  she  holds  aloft  for  the  flower  peddler.  “hey.”  the  tone  is  soft  now.  hesitant  in  a  way  it  rarely  is.  “tell  me  about  the  slums?  what’s  it  like?”  is  it  anything  like  home  is  what  she  wants  to  ask,  but  never  says.  &  sure,  she’s  seen  a  bit  for  herself,  but  —  but  that  was  never  the  same  as  living  it. 

“Oh— thanks!” She picked at it rather immediately, some would say out of courtesy, but others would argue she’d done so perhaps too quickly, as if she were unsure what to do in the position she’d, in usual circumstance, offered to others. And so when her hand lowered, a smile formed to frame a simple utterance, delight inhabiting the tone of her voice far and true. “They’re not so bad.”

She’d stopped facing her upon the slow and absent-minded twirl on the tips of her toes that returned her to the thoughts that’d often seemed to claim her. The serenity she felt amidst these ruined and dusty pathways, however plagued with rubble and broken memories as they were; she saw beyond that Passion, hope, the will to rebuild something greater, something of life heart, something of heart: something that was already there but so many likely would never see— but did anyone ever see what she saw? “I actually wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. Frankly, the thought of it scares me.” Amidst strands of brown that’d brushed her cheek at the sight of wind, her smile grew ever brighter, as if she were joined by fond memories as she spoke. “Yeah, so they may not look like much, but they’re our home, and they’ve come a long way— and further to go still!” At that, a little peek over her shoulder returned her focus to her company. “But I knew you weren’t from here, I never forget a face!”

iniziare​:

Hello, hello, I’ve not gone anywhere— I am right here, I’m catching up on DMs on both Discord and Tumblr, notifications, activity as a whole and I’m updating my blog as to prepare it for proper activity again. Life has been stressful, I’ve been immensely tired and stuff is now calming down and looking up, so I think I can slowly incorporate Tumblr back into my routine (I’ve been missing it very sorely lately), so please, bear with me a little longer still as I fix up the mess that my presence on Tumblr and find my footing again. <3

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 ?

Love as light

[ Love as a luminous force—warm, radiant, and golden ] When Mary Oliver wrote "Light of the world hold me” and when Charles Bukowski said “I look at her and light goes all through me” and when David Viscott said “To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides” and when E. E. Cummings said “Lovers alone wear sunlight.”

Tagged by: @lionfated (You were like, the very first time I tag Sae in aaaaanything, it’ll be this kind of painful thing; I see how it is Lucian <3), and @militus you cheat always, why drag me down into the abyss of Clerith with you; I never asked for this Tagging: Like the others noted, steal it! But also: @inventorem, @aicidos (Tifa!), @dcwnseeker (pick your poiiison!), both @finiarcl (Terra) and @lighthouseborn, @wutaiiwarrior, @trickstercaptain​

saintuaire​:

I get linked to anything Kingdom Hearts and things go wrong for me emotionally. All that happened is this in the first three seconds and I felt things. And it’s nothing even inherently special or even semi-emotional but it’s like the music and Sora and it’s the recipe that my heart needs to make me even slightly sob. Why am I an emotional wreck over Kingdom Hearts.

I’m officially putting @finiarcl​ / @lighthouseborn​ up for adoption even though I never adopted her myself in the first place. How dare you do this to me, making me see Chip and Dale’s be cute and ‘it’s all about the friends we meet along the way’ and then YOU SHOW ME @#$%^ing TERRA AS IF THAT’S OKAY?!

I get linked to anything Kingdom Hearts and things go wrong for me emotionally. All that happened is this in the first three seconds and I felt things. And it’s nothing even inherently special or even semi-emotional but it’s like the music and Sora and it’s the recipe that my heart needs to make me even slightly sob. Why am I an emotional wreck over Kingdom Hearts.

emy-san​:

Flowers.

Happy Birthday Aerith 🌸

Reblog if I’m allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

As I’m going to be back/forth between my drafts and setting up the navigation, I’m going to be very slow and Tumblr’s IM system and I are not buds by any means; so if we’re mutuals and you want to be able to properly poke me, hit me up on Discord, just let me know who you are when adding! Sae#3614

When Spotify randomly starts playing Simple and Clean without any kind of warning whatsoever while I’m preparing myself a big ‘ole mug of tea— and not only am I (now that I’ve gone through most of Kingdom Hearts in such a short span of time) overcome by a ridiculous amount of emotion, but I’m also here like, ‘this, this has to be my OOC tag’, this or something from Sanctuary for obvious URL reasons. So guess what I’ll be doing in a minute. Sorry Mandy, I love your quotes but I need Utada for my tags.

Tag drop: part 2.