monkeyknives
monkeyknives
Monkey Knives
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A roleplay blog for Zidane Tribal from Final Fantasy IX. Affiliated with  Iter Amicitia.
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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@garnetiisms
          Zidane was reiterating his old antics. Old habits were either hard to break or he just didn't want to break them at all. Either way, he'd successfully managed to maneuver passed the guards in the castle's vicinity. It wasn't that hard either; as much as Zidane loved the leader of the Knights of Pluto, Zidane knew that the good ole tin-head couldn't investigate properly for the life of him. Still, as mentioned before, he did have a soft-spot for the lug. Like one would feel for a close friend or older sibling.
          He posed himself on the hilt of his faux short-sword, having embedded a majority of the blade in the castle's walls. A fine Zidane knew he'd have to pay if he got caught by Steiner. The thing is that Zidane never gets caught. The word 'caught' isn't in his dictionary and nor is it synonymous with any other obscure terms for the word.
          With a swift movement, the window pried open and sent the lost-in-thought-thief off balance. Only the firm grip of Garnet's hand saved Zidane from a fall that would leave him incapacitated depending on how he landed. That same hand also led to some. . . inappropriate landing measures. Both hands, just above Garnet's shoulders on the floor, and saddling on top of her. It was in this moment that his cheeks grew several shades of red, but stayed still.
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          Only she could make him this way. Only she could make the normal flirtatious thief embarrassed long enough to be noticed.
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          After recollecting himself, but still staying where he was positioned(was he pushing his luck? Probably.), he replied. "The guards are mooks, Dagger. You should know that by now."
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There it was again; the patter of something tapping against her window. Usually, she would have sent one of her guards to investigate. But ever since she’d learned how to protect herself she wasn’t afraid anymore.
After throwing the blankets to the side Garnet stepped onto the cold concrete of her bedroom, hissing slightly upon contact.
Another tap ensued.
Her brows furrowed as she made her way over to her curtains, lightly brushing them to the side and angrily opening her window – that was until she realized she may have accidentally smacked with one of the panes. He looked like he was about to fall, causing the royal to quickly grasp for his arm and pull on him until they both fell on the ground of her bedroom.
It took a few moments for Garnet to recuperate, rubbing her had for a moment while she winced to get a better look at the individual.
“Ouu…my—Zidane?” Immediately, she rushed for her door and closed it as quietly as she could before meandering back to her beloved thief, offering a hand to help him up. “What are you doing here? It’s late!” She kept her voice to a minimal, or tried to anyways. “And…how did you sneak passed the guards?” And why did she even have to ask? She knew better. Zidane had talent when sneaking about. A couple of guards wouldn’t stop him.
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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Beat to Win
               Being suspended on a crystal floating in the air could be seen as magical, illustrious, and even benevolent depending on the circumstance. This wasn't one of those circumstances for Zidane. Azure eyes glared fearlessly upon his advesary. Fingers tightened around the hilts of his short swords. A searing hint of competition lingered from the attitude that escaped his lips: something about not losing to a chocobo-lover. Zidane couldn't remember the words even if he tried. They were full of jest, anyway.
               Zidane was too caught up in the moment. Too naive to realize that his faux statements would be his undoing. Although he may have managed to break from the chains that came from god knows where, he still lost what would determine the victor of their charade. A thief being stolen from, he mused, was a joke. He lips coined a coy smile at the thought as his head shook the whistful irony from his mind.
               The goal of the matter was simple; whoever brought both crystals to Cosmos won. If your crystal was stolen, you were prohibited from summoning it at will. That would enable instant disqualification. If they made it to Cosmos and both still had their respective crystal, it'd be deemed a draw. The entire thing was stupid and irrational. The crystals weren't toys and Zidane knew that entirely too well, but somehow Bartz managed to talk him into this redundant competition. He managed to pluck at every one of Zidane's strings and turn him into nothing short of an adrenaline junkie for a time.
An adrenaline junkie who had a knack for using verbal slurs to debilitate his opponent.
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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Like For A Starter!
DO IT. Also, if you want to plot first just send an ask!
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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FINAL FANTASY ROLEPLAY BLOG MASTERLIST
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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I’m Back!
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I apologize for being away for... god knows how long, but I’m back now!
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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Knock A Little Harder
Shackles. Death. Impunity. 
Martyrdom.
For some strange reason, these emotions were left to coagulate in Zidane's stomach. With blonde bangs cascading over his eyes, it was hard to see the vibrant blue they emitted when reflected by the sun. The small and limber thief tries to raise, and manages, to regain his footing after stepping to his feet. His battered, sweating, and dirty form faced the wasteland before him. His fingers, in the areas he thought were dead to all sensation, clench and unclench rhythmically. As he was doing this, the wind blew harshly against him.
The wind was strong today. No, maybe it was just Zidane's weakness both in mind and body that affected his bodily functions. The thief raises a hand to stare at it. A faint reminiscent of illuminating blue glistens and fades to nothing as if it were never there to begin with. It was only then that his neutral expression reverts to a frown. The blond couldn't quite place it, but a sense of sadness takes over; yet it also provides a sense of hope. Hope that envelopes itself in pure, unadulterated guilt.
How did he come here? Where is home? Where were his friends? Nothing makes sense. It was only in this moment that Zidane realizes that his life may never been the same again.
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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Home Is Where the Heart Is
Distant lands, engulfed by the plague of darkness that typically(or was supposed to, rather) lingered within the confinements of Kingdom Hearts, soon eroded to nothing. Lindblum, the first to fall, was also the first to take up arms against the immenent threat. Unfortunately, their valor wasn’t succeeded by their weaponry. They lacked light; they lacked that one thing that peered into the hearts of all things.
They lacked a keyblade.
Without that multipurpose, omnipotent object they could do little against the monstrosities that devoured the hearts of the people and their loved ones. It was only with the power of the crystals that two individuals were capable of escaping the disaster. One was unscathed, but the other wasn’t fortunate. Her spiritual heart was lost despite the beating muscle that circulated blood still remaining. It was a contradictory; normally one could not exist without the other.
But then again, most people weren’t artificially engineered by a madman from another world either.
It was only after taking that into consideration that the tailed thief could accept his lover’s temporary passing. From this point on, as he carried Dagger’s limp body through the central of Radiant Garden, he would push through the bustling crowds, the embodiments of darkness, and obtain what was lost.
It came as no surprise to Sora that worlds were still falling to the darkness. With Xehanort’s power still present in the universe, and the number of keyblade warriors so limited, there was no true way to stop the trail of destruction. Thus Radiant Garden continued its service as a safe haven, taking on the refugees that could not be accommodated in the Worlds Between. Though it was a common sight to see strangers shuffling through the streets, ragged-looking and tired, it still brought a twinge of both anger and sadness to Sora’s heart. These were the people he was meant to protect, and yet – he could not save everyone. He tried not to dwell on it, though, and did the best by these people that he could do in the moment.
His best sometimes being running straight into them in the middle of the street.
The collision caught him off balance, but wasn’t enough to knock him over, and he quickly regained his footing. An apology in his eyes, he looked to the stranger he so unceremoniously bumped into. “Oh jeez, I’m really sorry ‘bout that –” he started, but was caught off guard by the two unfamiliar faces. There was a girl in this boy’s arms, hanging there limply. Was she… unconscious? An apology turned to a look of concern as he peered over at the girl, searching for any potential wounds that could cause her sleeping state. Considering neither of these two were familiar, it was possible that they were new refugees. Satisfied that he couldn’t find any wounds, his eyes flicked up to meet those of the boy.
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“Is she okay? Do you two need help? I can take you t’the committee, they can give you anything ya need.”
Sora always had a penchant for asking too many questions all at once.
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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Hey there bro--just want to say that I appreciate having you around. Your energy is refreshing. I hope we can rp soon so I can get a better feel of your writing, but from a glance I'd say you're pretty good!
ksjdhfajhfkajhfaf You, sir, are amazing. I’m so sorry I didn’t get around to replying to this until now, but feel free to hit me up whenever! I was on hiatus due to writer’s block, but I’m officially back as of this reply!
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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Hiatus
Sorry that this is a bit late, but I’m probably gonna be on hiatus for a bit because of work and lack of inspiration. I’m going to try and have my inspiration back within a couple weeks because I do owe some people replies. My apologies!
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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Home Is Where the Heart Is
Distant lands, engulfed by the plague of darkness that typically(or was supposed to, rather) lingered within the confinements of Kingdom Hearts, soon eroded to nothing. Lindblum, the first to fall, was also the first to take up arms against the immenent threat. Unfortunately, their valor wasn't succeeded by their weaponry. They lacked light; they lacked that one thing that peered into the hearts of all things.
They lacked a keyblade.
Without that multipurpose, omnipotent object they could do little against the monstrosities that devoured the hearts of the people and their loved ones. It was only with the power of the crystals that two individuals were capable of escaping the disaster. One was unscathed, but the other wasn't fortunate. Her spiritual heart was lost despite the beating muscle that circulated blood still remaining. It was a contradictory; normally one could not exist without the other.
But then again, most people weren't artificially engineered by a madman from another world either.
It was only after taking that into consideration that the tailed thief could accept his lover's temporary passing. From this point on, as he carried Dagger's limp body through the central of Radiant Garden, he would push through the bustling crowds, the embodiments of darkness, and obtain what was lost.
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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Fire Rebuked
The long locks of blond hair fell to the floor as the scissors weaved through them. A sound of metal grinding against metal reverberated throughout the room. The man, whom had been cutting his own hair, stared at himself listlessly and paid close attention to the angle and the strands he cut.
There wasn't too much hair. In fact, it was mainly just his bangs and a small portion that trailed down the small of his back. It was just that he mandated that his hair be between his shoulderblades and above the small of his back. This was the minimum and maximum; there was no inbetween.
The silence, other than the scissors cutting hair, was interrupted by the sound of a door closing behind him. Zidane could feel his lips lining into a lopsided smile as he turned to face what he assumed to be his love.
He wasn't wrong. He just wasn't happy when he saw what was to come.
Garnet, no, Dagger collapsed on her knees, fingers curling against the stone floor. Each fingernail that scraped against the floor left small, linear, white blemishes as the darkness started to take over. Zidane would have reached out; he would have tried to hold her, but he was too late. From the abyss' cavern, dark tendrils enveloped the petite girl and dragged her under. Soon, the gaping maw of a dark monstrosity emerged. Tangible, but elastic. Ethereal, yet humanoid.
It was only when Zidane could describe the monster that he was forced out of the window due to an explosion from within. From the fire that lingered, dark beasts marched forward with darkness backing its way.
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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On or off anon, come tell me ONE thing you like about mun or muse.
Bonus: Tell me why you like that one thing. Everybody needs a confidence booster sometimes.
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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Get To Know Me Meme
Tag Ten People You Want to Get to Know Better
Tagged by: avaliantqueen 
Name: Jonathan 
Time and date of current moment: June 23, 2015, 5:09 AM 
Average hours of sleep: 3-7 
Last thing I Googled: I can’t remember >:  
Nicknames: Scruffy, Jon, Jonboy, Zidane-mun, and probably more I’m forgetting to list.
Birthday: 11/27.1993 
Gender: Male 
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual 
Height: 5′7  
Favourite Colour: Don’t really have one, but I like purple and blue! 
One place that makes you happy: Don’t really have one! 
How many blankets I sleep under: One. 
Favourite Movie: Live Action: The Butterfly Effect, Animated: Spirited Away, maybe? I haven’t really thought about it. 
What are you wearing right now: Just some shorts. 
Last book you read: Last book I read all the way through? Uhh... I can’t remember, but I’m currently reading the first book of Codex Alera.
The ten people I tag: doomoftheliving infxtious wounded--warrior vitaxhostia beyondtheflyingbird destinyskxy celevonthel originskuja chaosdescent cruxchronicles
REPOST DO NOT REBLOG
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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There was an awkward silence that loomed in the air for only the briefest of moments. Zidane’s azure eyes framed Tifa’s posture, but made no noticeable advances to prevent her defensive demeanor.
“Well, I just gave my name, but if you mean’t figuratively. . .”
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“A protagonist.”
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Shaking her head, she felt the anger build up even more within her as she glared at the blonde, her fists tightening dangerously and her jaw locking into place.
“As far as I’m concerned, you’re in my house, snooping through my drawers and now you’re asking for gil. Who do you think you are?!”
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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…and are willing to share it with people that want to get to know you
Reblog if you have this:
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monkeyknives · 10 years ago
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♚ drabble list - send me one, or two, or three ♚
↳ Here’s a shorter drabble list as I find the massive one is a bit repetitive. If there’s nothing that you want to send here, just send it as a request.
Amuse Me: I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer yours up.
Accept me: I will write a drabble about my character accepting yours or vice versa. /Or both to accept one another/
Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Befriend Me: I wil write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.
Call Me: I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]
Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.
Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.
Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]
Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.
Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.
Forgive me: I will write a drabble about my character forgiving yours or vise versa.
Get Me: I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.
Humor Me: I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.
Hustle Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters hustling.
Humiliate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character doing something humiliating to yours.
Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.
Invite Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to
Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.
Mourn Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.
Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Offer Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.
Paint Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]
Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Remember Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.
Reunite Me: I’ll write a drabble of our characters reuniting together.
Shag Me: I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters. specify 
Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.
Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.
Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.
Tell Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Text me: I’ll write a drabble about my character texting yours or your character texting mine.
Trick Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character tricking your character.
Unbind Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
Value Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.
Wed Me: I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]
X Me: I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]
Yahoo Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]
Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.
Take Me: my character will kidnap yours
Leave Me: my character will leave your character behind.
Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’
Grope Me: my character will grope yours.
Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.
Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character
Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner
Please Me: my character will do anything to please yours
Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body {specify please!}
Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun
Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.
Greet Me: My character will greet yours, either at the door, at work, or somewhere else.
Own me: My character owns your character.
Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.
Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason.  Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.
Give Me: my character will give yours a gift  Tickle Me: my character will tickle yours ruthlessly. 
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