#basically ff

[shitpostingkats]

Zack Fair has a really fascinating relationship with killing where a lot of the rest of the cast doesn't. He fights people as well as monsters and gradually stops being able to differentiate the two. He helps clear out beasties and ghoulies but he also intros the game with a massive attack on a foreign nation just to shore up corporate interests and for a good chunk of the game places those two activities in the same spot in his mind. One of his side projects at work is quashing the last remnants of rebellion in said occupied country and rooting out the spies in their resistance, at which point he hands them over to his bosses to be interrogated and presumably tortured. But if he comes face to face with the same people in a combat scenario, he won't kill them, because he views their desire to see themselves free as an honorable trait. Then he turns around and attacks hordes of people who defected Shinra. He uses the blunt side of his sword, not to spare lives, but because he doesn't want to damage the sharp edge.

Wutai forces and Genesis clones have a different categorization to him, something he can mentally label as "other". But after Nibelhiem, your primary enemy type becomes other Shinra soldiers. Just after Zack has had his realizations that the monsters he was wiping out share a haunting amount of basic building blocks with his coworkers. And with himself.

Actually, let's pause. Zack is the only character we see have any sort of acceptance of being Jenova-ed. Every other character is unwilling and usually not even a conscious being yet, but Zack A) knows what is being done to him, and B) openly states he wants those monstrous traits for himself. "Those wings / I want them too." Up to this point, every other character has equated being Jenova-ed to being baser, to being subhuman, but Zack at the very beginning tried to convince Angeal that it meant freedom. Power to do what you want.

Zack Fair willingly and with open arms embraced being made less than human because he thought it would give him the strength to break out of captivity.

So he busts out, and the first thing he's greeted with it a horde of enemies that he knows are human, has worked and talked with, and are in fact the same shape and type of person as Cloud. Just a couple cutscenes ago, these were his coworkers.

The easiest way to get through them is to set them on fire and blow up the munitions they're carrying on their person.

(It's such a beautiful demystifying of the elemental system. I love it.)

Oh also, you're on a time limit, so you gotta kill all these guys fast, because they're trying to go for the weak spot, Cloud, who can't fight and is getting dragged away.

After that, the next thing Zack does is find a gun and start taking long ranged killshots.

There's a tangible feeling of a lesson being learned.

Zack is (I think?) the only SOLDIER we ever see use a gun. It's worth noting that even the most fallen of SOLDIERs stick to their flashy blades and their weird swordfights. Other characters even comment how bizarre it is, but ffvii also runs on that fantasy world logic where if you just Get Good enough, swords are just as good as guns if not better. Guns are the lower, more primitive weapon, fit for grunts and hitmen but not elite fighters.

(I could also go into detail on how some of the SOLDIERS weapon are sold as bespoke merch in world, and basically another tool in the toolbox of how to sell these flesh and blood men as mythologized products. But we don't have time to unpack all of that.)

For Zack, we know that his sword is even a symbol of honorable combat and a legacy of trying to do the right thing. Zack picking up a gun is basically debasing himself to being just another man in the field. And it's a sniper rifle. The weapon guaranteed to get him as little contact with his opponent as possible and does not even give them a chance to fight back. But it's whatever gets the job done.

Zack starts the game as someone who kills people, but it's hand-waved aside the same way it is for most everyone else, only for him to bite that awareness apple like five minutes before it becomes absolutely vital he survive at all costs. Zack becomes aware that he's on a slippery slope and due to circumstances has to start sprinting. Over the course of the game, we watch as Zack Fair goes from being someone who kills people to a killer.

[that-satireguy]

Oh my fucking days. I did not think I would have to spell this out for you morons.

TRANS PEOPLE ARE NOT REQUIRED TO STAY IN COUNTRIES THEY ARE UNSAFE IN 'TO BE ACTIVISTS'.

TRANS PEOPLE ARE NOT REQUIRED TO STAY IN COUNTRIES THEY ARE UNSAFE IN 'TO BE ACTIVISTS'.

It is NOT MY JOB to sacrifice myself and MY FUTURE to change shit in this country.

I WANT TO GET

OUT

[p1princess16]

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Charles: Relationships should be 50/50. Max cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

[logosbot-tm]

*pats seat *

Hey, let's sit down and talk about how Logan has a history of dismissing Patton's opinion, often being patronising or treating him as if he's stupid. So-

[foldingfittedsheets]

You've delightfully reminded me of Janet from The Good Place with her "not a girl" thing she has going on.

It was definitely a reference, glad you caught it. I always loved Janet because despite her femme nature and she/her pronouns she is decisively not a girl. I am not very femme, and I don’t mind she/her pronouns but I’m also not a girl.

[umeji-writes]

One of the main reasons why I love Mairimashita! Iruma-kun is that Nishi really gets mental health right Chapter 319 is a marvellous example of that - and of masterful storytelling through drawings

You can see the exact moment when Kalego's depressive episode evil cycle ends, when he slicks his hair back.

I mean, the bangs suited Kalego, but that feeling of "oh, okay, I'm myself again now" is one of the best things ever - so good for him ♡ Also, the posture! From here:

To here:

His back is again arched and straight, with that spiteful but oh-so-lovely look

And of course, Balam understands this perfectly - their relationship is another gem from this manga and I would see them so well together!!!

[mitsuki91]

I saw a post that make me 🤦🏻‍♀️

Like, I mean, I know everyone has his ship, and if you prefer Haymitch/Maysilee to Haydove is totally fine. But complain because Haymitch thinks about his girlfriend so much?! Complain that she is "too important" to him, that their story feels rushed?!

For the Lord' sake, he is a 16yo boy in love, who is also loved by his girlfriend. He is obsessed and rightly so. Also there is the whole angst "we will never meet again" (because he is sure to die in the hunger games); of course in the arena he'll keep thinking about her again and again. Let alone what happens in the end and the guilt he'll feel all his whole life.

I have this impression that today personal relationship are devalued so much... It's a scary thing. "You can not trauma dump on your friend!" WRONG. Friendhisp is about sharing! Not only experiences together but also (and most important) you inner life. "If you are rejected you have to move on" yes of course, don't be a stalker or else, but you are allowed to feel bad. Even for days or months. You have to process. And it's better if you can share your grief with someone - with friends.

So where this whole bullshit "People are too obsessive with the one they love" came from?! Excuse me, I am 33yo married woman, and I am obsessed with my husband since day one. I am sad to have to go work and be away all day from him and I am happy when at the end of the day I can see him again. It's not at all a 'toxic' love, I just care. Caring is the center of love, I don't know where this twisted mentality of what is a toxic love came from. Can we just relate toxicity to actual abuse (physical, mental, financial, etc) and stay away from actual normal people who love and be loved and in doing so are happy with each other and happy to see each other and happy to share time with each other and happy to think about each other during the day?!

Where is our sense of community if we can not accept even the basic concept that people who love think and care about each other?

[sahlo--folina]

doodles

[obsolete-stars-if]

There are so many things I do instead of writing on my own game. And one of it includes NSFW FF for @pressplay-if

BCS I haven't bitten you today yet. (Yes it's shortly past midnight, get over it, I'm at work and I'm having so many thinkerings about Lincoln.)

Written with m Lin and TM MC in mind. I will only ever write TM MC. You can't stop me.

This is smut, so I will moderate heavily on it. Also mention of self harm scars.

Lincoln makes an audible "oof" as he falls onto the mattress, and your body follows him on top. Well, technically he has been pulling you with him onto the mattress, not that you're too annoyed by it, but landing on his stomach wasn't as soft as the TV Shows and movies always made it out to be.

You pull yourself up into a sitting position, your hair cascading down, he watches it intently. Both hands are placed on the mattress next to him. "Now what?" You ask.

It's not that you didn't have a handful of extremely awkward sexual encounters before, or that you had never thought of being on top of another person. There tends to be one really important logistical error on those fantasies. You're honestly lazy and sex has never been a motivator on your end.

"Do whatever you want to me." Lincoln answers, his words hasty, as his hands reach your legs, slowly caressing them, until they stop at your hips. His eyes flicker down to his hands and then back up.

You cock your head, looking over his face. Sure, he seems to be happy with whatever you will do. You could ask him to flip you over and go crazy until he's satisfied. You could probably slap his face and he'd thank you for it. It's not that you don't care which one, but both ends sound fine to you. "I do really well with instructions, Lin."

"O-oh." He looks away, for a moment, flushing cheeks, he turns back to you, rather determined, he gives you an instruction. "Hurt me."

"Okay, I can do that." You finally lean back and shift your entire weight on his hips. If Lin had been older, you wouldn't do that, but you can make him sore without much moving. He wants to be hurt? He picked a great person to do that.

His fingers hold onto your hip, biting his lip for just a moment- He thinks you're going to chicken out. You give him a smile and reach for the hem of your T Shirt, it's enough to keep him entertained, while you take a look around his bedroom.

"You're rich." You finally remark. His fingers glide to join yours, but as they touch you scratch him, a gasp escapes him and he retreats his hands to your hip. "You could have anyone, really. It's not like anyone would say no. Not with the amount of money you have."

Lin answers quickly, "I don't want anyone, I want-"

"Me." You interrupt him. "You want me. You want someone who hurts you, defies you, takes away. And I know why it has to be me." You take your time taking your shirt off. It doesn't have to be sexy, or hot. He wants you, for what you are. You let him look you up and down. His eyes are halting first at your chest, you have forgotten how intimidating the mastectomy scars can look to someone who hasn't seen them before. His eyes widen and it slowly clicks in his brain. Instinctually, his eyes wander to your crotch, you know the kind of questions he has.

You answer none, instead you let your hands travel below his shirt as you carefully rock back and forth. It takes a moment, a good moment where his eyes flutter shut, and you can hear him suppress a moan in the back of his throat. But eventually he lays eyes on your hands, and subsequently, your wrists.

"There is a pain inside you, that no one was able to take care of. And it resonates with the pain I sing about." You hum some lyric before continuing, "Maybe you're jealous, or just a coward."

You brace yourself when suddenly his hips roll against yours. There goes your pretty speech, you were so ready to degrade him for connecting to your music while having none of your struggles. You're sure if you talk now, moans and stutters would escape you. You suddenly feel much more aware of yourself, grinding against him, technically being the least clothed person in the room. And how hot your face is getting.

A shaky breath escapes you as you push your hair behind your ear. You then dig your nails into his side, trying to find steady ground in him, but Lincoln offers none. "Fuck you," you breathe, "I was going to- ah-" you bite your tongue to keep yourself quiet.

Your muscles feel tight, like they are begging to be fed, and they only desire one thing. You want to give into it, as he pulls and pushes your hips against his. "Call you pathetic." You try to breathe, "For wanting me." There is an urge inside you to crawl inside him, to enjoy the warmth of his body. You claw at his stomach. Your fingernails are digging into the skin before quickly pulling them across his skin, leaving deep red marks on him.

He lets out a shaky moan, and it feeds the need inside you. Lin is so stupid for making you need him, want him, for filling the emptiness inside of you, and a part of you wants to strangle him. Instead you both stop at the sound of your hand connecting to his cheek. A red spot forms on his face and you reach out, wide eyed, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that and-"

"Do that again."

You blink, voice quieter now, "What?"

He lets out another shaky breath before finding your line of sight, "Hit me again." You open your mouth to answer and close it shut again. You had partners who liked being scratched and bitten- but hit? "That's an instruction." He adds.

"Okay." You nod, but first your hand cups his face, your fingers caressing the red spot. You make sure to hit the spot again, the red deepening quickly, a few times more and you're sure it'll bruise. You watch as Lincolns chest rises quickly, his head pushed into the mattress. And it finally clicks for you. Hurt him.

"You're getting off on this." You say, sounding a bit too excited, "You really meant it. To hurt you. Physically." You grasp his hand and pull it closer to your face, "You're going to let me do anything."

He nods eagerly, "Anything, really- Just hurt me." You grin not unlike a child, toothy and way too wide. You bring his wrist to your mouth and bite down.

Lincolns gasp and cry of pain fills your insides. You hold eye contact until he bleeds, and then you lick it up from his arm. Something carnal has been awakened, and you find yourself bitting, hitting, grinding, scratching, whatever you can do. His body is like one of those dolls you used to have, all easy to push around, manipulate, and destroy.

You wouldn't kill him, no. You're not that unhinged. But he opened up an opportunity you hadn't before in sex, to do what you want, to let your instincts and impulses take over. You don't even need to think. All you need is to take him, consume him, hurt him. And you have an appetite.

[foldingfittedsheets]

you are correct, it's OR cleaning your self and not paying, OR paying and not having to clean anything (with in reason obviously) not pay AND clean yourself.

Yeah like if I could get a refund on the cleaners doing less in the suite I’d be more motivated but that’s definitely not the case.

[doostyaudi]

Everytime i see someone mischaracterize Vee as malicious and manipulative i loose 200 hp

[tchaikovskaya]

I’ve absolutely not been a patriot at any point in my life since I was aware enough of the world to be able to consciously profess that sentiment. But. Oh my god what has happened to my country?

[seredelgi]

when I write for everyone else:

vs

when I write for eren

[ragnarssons]

so huh. after watching all these youtubers (you know, people who do know how youtube works and how much money you can get off youtube and patreon and sponsorships etc) analyze watcher's numbers and statistics and all... can we finally say it's all for capitalism's sake? thanks.

[obsolete-stars-if]

I know I tagged u like 3 times today but by god. How can I not??? Anyway, villain juice FF

All characters belong to @drinkyourvillainjuice

Alistair x masc reader (as always. We stay delulu.)

Cannibalism can be yaoi too

Your breath hitches, you're hungry. So hungry. Like a hole inside of your stomach. And nothing can fill it. Is that what it felt too? An uncontainable hunger so deep, it tears at your heart, makes your fingers shake. As you reach for his throat.

You have to give in. It was consuming from the day you first saw it, it's thoughts have become yours, it's hunger is yours. And nothing you have been fed has ever filled you. But when you see his muscles move beneath his skin, you realize what will.

Flesh. You've been craving it. You've been needing it. You must survive, you must continue, you must eat. You salivate, you want to eat. You want to sink your teeth into the throat, you want to lick the bones clean, feel the blood like wine against your skin. It's been wanting, and you know that you need this. You cannot escape.

You don't want to escape. The struggle becomes exciting. But you're not patient enough. When your eyes meet it's Prii. You understand now. It was its nature, it had to eat, and Prii was a feast. You want them too. You want to feel their guts against your tongue, swallowing the blood. They were a gift, served on a platter for you. And it's time to dig in.

"Benedikt-!" The voice isn't Prii. No, Prii was dead already. You try regaining your senses, it doesn't smell like the lab. It smells like home. And when your eyes meet, it's not Priis dead eyes staring back, but terrified ones.

You have to withdraw, gain control back.

Your hand burns, as though Alistairs skin has scarred you. Stumbling back, you're so hungry. And you don't know how long you can keep this control. You've had control for so long, mastered yourself, you took control over your life, who you are, and now you're losing it.

"Al...", your voice barely over a whisper, "I'm going to die." You don't sound panicked. You aren't terrified. The prospect of killing Alistair to survive is worse than starving, losing control to survive, you must keep control. You can't keep this up if you don't eat. Your eyes drift to your arms, muscles trembling with need, with hunger unknown to any humans.

"Ben, you're going to be fine, we can figure this out," Alistairs voice feels distant, you feel the blood flowing through your veins. You don't need much. Just enough. Just to get to your stash. A boost. Nothing more. You can patch yourself back up. You can't bring the dead back.

You've always been rather self-sustaining. It doesn't hurt as much as you think it would, the blood doesn't taste as good as the hunger promised, and the emptiness inside doesn't subside. What does hurt is Al ripping your arm away from your fangs.

You breathe as though you are drowning, "Hunger," you admit weakly. "Al, I'm so hungry- I- I need-" No, you cut yourself off by biting your lips shut. You can't say it. You point to the secret spot of your stash. "Please," you beg. You can't tear your eyes from your bleeding arm. Thick, fresh blood pooling out. Warm. Human.

It keeps you in trance until you recognize the box, and then you rip into it. You needed this. You pour it down your throat, barely swallowing as you grab the second one. The only thing stopping you is the terrible cough, the taste of it, stinging your entire body like needles entering all your insides. Your breathing slows down. The hunger drags but quiets down. You keep the second vial closed. For another day.

You're sweaty. Blood stains your skin and the carpet. Alistair watches. "I'm not- I'm not a monster," you defend yourself. He nods, "you're not a monster."

You bite your lip, "I'm not an addict." Al remains quiet. "Fuck you," you respond, tears in your eyes. "Stop trying to save me."

[timegears]

i promise my chatot defences don't even come from a place of genuine diehard love for chatot because while i think it's adorable as a pokemon species i don't have any strong opinions of the pmd character beyond thinking he's just alright. any mention of chatot hate just activates a sleeper agent in my brain because people are spreading misinformation about this game that i've been incredibly autistic about for coming up on two decades now