herofists
herofists
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥
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herofists · 1 year ago
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Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are.
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herofists · 1 year ago
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SERAH & SNOW — FINAL FANTASY XIII (2009) Art Work by Yoshitaka Amano
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herofists · 1 year ago
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SNOW VILLIERS FROM FINAL FANTASY XIII DKS3713 TRAILER (2008)
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herofists · 1 year ago
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i think i'll be returning next weekend. i got a sudden spike for snow!!
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herofists · 1 year ago
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starter call! will be short!
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herofists · 1 year ago
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Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice
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herofists · 1 year ago
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MAKE YOUR MUSE!
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herofists · 1 year ago
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i have asks and threads and (iirc) starters i need to write but forgive me if this week is slow. things irl are really grabbing me by the neck and i'd rather focus on that until things are better. so i'll be really slow when it comes to replies.
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herofists · 1 year ago
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OH   HE   CAN'T   WAIT   see   the   look   on   the   other   man's   face   when   he   sees   his   beauty   on   wheels.   a   confident   grin   stretches   across   his   face   as   he   steps   back   and   outstretches   his   left   arm.   he   pulls   back   his   sleeve,   revealing   the   mark   of   the   l'cie.   with   a   click   of   his   teeth   and   a   wink,   he   calls   forth   his   eidolons:   the   shiva   sisters.   stiria   and   nyx   appear   in   shimmering   particles   of   ice   and   snow     ——       exuding   a   chill   in   the   air.  
usually   he'd   have   to   build   energy   and   activate   gestalt   mode   in   order   to   have   them   transform   into   the   motorcycle,   but   he's   since   perfected   (   with   lots   of   trial   and   error   )   the   transformation.
snow   simply   snaps   his   fingers,   and   the   sisters'   ethereal   figures   begin   to   coalesce,   their   bodies   arching   and   twisting   in   a   graceful   ballet   of   ice   and   engineering.   they   smoothly   shift   and   merge,   frost   spreading   over   metal   as   two   become   one—a   motorcycle,   adorned   in   the   icy   allure   that   is   quintessentially   shiva.
❝ it's   rad,   isn't   it? ❞   he   swings   a   leg   over   the   bike,   a   perfect   picture   of   eagerness   about   to   erupt   into   unbridled   excitement.   snow   revs   the   engine.   ❝ ready   to  hit   the   road. . . ? ❞ 
. . . he  awaits  for  the  other  to  give his name.
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AH , a kindred spirit ! a man who knows true beauty when he sees it ! and ... what's more ... he does not shy away from a race ? oh , roche can feel his heart pounding , racing long before he has even mounted his steed ! it's not every day he runs into a fellow bike aficionado by chance like this , and he's all but fighting to keep his excitement contained to a less frightening degree . the speed demon knows all too well that he has always been too much for other people ... but in truth , he doesn't know any other way to be .
❛ no way ⸻ shiva ? ❜ he exclaims , and the flashy flare of that dramatic mien deflates , effaced instead by something more genuine .
all of sudden , the SOLDIER's voice rises an octave , wide , wide eyes eagerly searching high and low in their vicinity for the motorcycle . what does shiva look like ? how fast can she gallop ? does she look anything like the strapping young gentleman before him ? he's found that the steed often resembles the owner , anyway , and why shouldn't it ? one's mount should always be a reflection of the rider's very soul .
❛ aah ~ ❜ roche all but dreamily sighs , clasping both hands together as if to contain all of his emotions therein as he faces the other . ❛ my friend , we are surely kindred souls , you and i ! oh , you simply must show me this beauty on wheels ! then , we can hit the open road out of junon ⸻ i wanna see if you know your stuff , ❜ he says , that cocky bravado permeating through his childish excitement anew as a smirk plays out on his lips .
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herofists · 1 year ago
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"Things like this - all things, in fact - have consequences." from noel!
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"Every action we take shapes the future. Every choice…it sets off a ripple. We have to tread carefully... It's unpredictable and messy. But we've got to face those consequences head on."
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herofists · 1 year ago
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Nothing worth having is ever easy
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"... Some of the most rewarding experiences in life are often born from the challenges we face. It's those struggles that shape us, teach us, and add meaning to our achievements. Keep striving. Your perseverance will be worth it in the end."
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herofists · 1 year ago
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SNOW  FOUND  HIMSELF  DRAWN  to  the  raw  energy  that  radiated  from  Roche.  His  pulse  quickened,  an  involuntary  response  to  the  spectacle  before  him.  'Handsome  guy,  with  a  beautiful  bike...  Guess  there  are  still  some  things  that  can  get  my  heart  racing  these  days,'  he  muses  silently  as  he  gazes  at  the  shorter  man's  confident  stance,  his  beautifully  colored  eyes,  the  dazzling  grin. 
A  small  smirk  tugged  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth.  and  he rocks  back  on  his  heels,  a  laugh  coloring  his  voice  in  warmth. 
"I  appreciate  good  art  when  I  see  it,"  he  says,  respectfully  nodding  towards  Bijou. 
The  revelation  that  Roche  names  his  bike  too—that  shared  quirk—it's  quite  like  finding  gold.  His  excitement  bubbles  beneath  the  surface,  a  carbonated  joy  waiting  to  pop.  Snow  stood  there,  still  somewhat  awestruck,  undecided  on  whether  it  was  more  the  man  or  the  machine  that  had  him  weak  in  the  knees—but  undeniably  intrigued  by  both.  Catching  himself,  he  clears  his  throat  and  closes  the  space  between  them.  At  this  point,  they're  already  friends  and  he'll  treat  the  other  as  such. 
"You  know,"  he  strokes  his  stubble.  "Bijou  is  quite  the  beauty.  She  up  for  a  race  against  Shiva?  I'm  game  if  you  are."
It's not  every  day   'Shiva,'   ⸻   a  name  inspired  by  the  frosty  elegance  and  might  of  the  eidolon  sitting  within  his  heart ⸻ gets  to  feel  the burn  of  competition. 
Honestly,  his  spirit  is  already  fired  up  and his  spirit  is  already  fired  up  and  eager  to  see  how  Bijou  handles  compared  to  his  own  impressive  ride.  His  blue  eyes  twinkle  with  the  challenge,  echoing  a  competitive  yet  friendly  spirit  sure  to  resonate  with  someone  like  this  man.  It’s  been  too  long  since  he  felt  this  kind  of  adrenaline  rush. 
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UNDER JUNON REMINDS HIM OF HOME ⸻ clandestine among the jagged rockies overlooking the sea , swallowed up by the shadow of luxury . like a fruit's rotten center does its stench fill the air , its peoples forsaken ⸻ no different from the midgar slums he grew up in . shinra could care less about their rot , so long as their exterior sublimely shines . two - faced ⸻ just like shinra itself .
he has thus come here to forget what awaits above . the glitz and glamor of junon beckons his luxurious tastes and eye for beauty , but there will be enough of that farce , come the junon parade . he had just come out of the bar right across the inn , having dulled the mind's ruminations with a sour drink ⸻ when his eyes catch a most peculiar young man ⸻ blonde , of impressive stature ⸻ standing close to his red steed .
his body language suggests that he just might be waiting for someone ... as to who that someone is , well ... if his intuition is correct ...
❛ well , well , well ... don't we look like a gentleman anxiously waiting for the arrival of his beloved ! ❜ teases roche from a short distance .
he addresses the other with such a casual familiarity , a bystander would think they've met ⸻ that they are old friends , meeting at an already predetermined place ... but it could not be farther from the truth . it is in his nature , after all , to address everyone as if they were his friend , detesting the discomfort of formality and first meetings .
with a confident swagger , roche approaches the other , and lets his mako gaze size him up briefly from head to toe . he's handsome , with a hint of a gruff edge . young . sturdy ⸻ is he a warrior ? ⸻ much too tall , however . perishing the thought , his gaze naturally drifts to his bike , lovingly dubbed 'bijou' .
❛ oh ⸻ could it be that bijou has caught your eye ? ❜
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herofists · 1 year ago
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RICHARD SIKEN SENTENCE STARTERS   —   majority of quotes pulled the poetry book crush. feel free to make alternations.
if you love me, you don’t love me in a way i understand.
there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.
you say ‘i’ll give you anything,’ but you never come through.
please, for just one night, will you lie down next to me?
you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that.
i owe you, i owe you everything.
tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.
you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.
why take more than we need? because we can.
i want to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.
people like to think war means something.
you are here, you are here, you’re still right here.
sorry about how i ruined everything by saying it out loud.
will you defend yourself?
let’s not talk about it, let’s just not talk.
how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?
i ran and i knew you wouldn’t catch me.
when you have nothing to say, set something on fire.
you still get to be the hero.
tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
i’m bleeding, i’m not just making conversation.
eventually something you love is going to be taken away. 
you want a better story. who wouldn’t?
i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love.
we are not dirty.
i will come back from the dead for you.
you are a fever i’m learning to live with.
do you want to go home now?
there’s nowhere to go.
i’d rather quit. i’d rather be sad.
unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.
you take the things you love and tear them apart.
there is no way to make this story interesting.
i don’t think i can take this much longer.
do you love yourself? 
sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.
even when i look away i am still looking.
i think i need to do this alone.
what more do you want?
you saved my life.
someone has to leave first.
i swear, i end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me.
will you love me even more when i’m dead?
your world doesn’t make sense.
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herofists · 1 year ago
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i'm queuing up some replies (threads & asks). i wanna follow some peeps on a very private oc blog i'm not gonna promo. so if ur interested, like this post and i'll follow u from the blog! ♡
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herofists · 1 year ago
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Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to bid farewell to a man lived as he died: boldly, brashly, and with that smug grin we all—infuriating enough—came to love. A tragic yet somewhat comical end met our hero.
Not in battle as one would expect, but from the blood-freezing death glare from Cissnei. With one look, she dispatched our hero to the great beyond, proving that sometimes, looks really can kill. / @exturk
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herofists · 1 year ago
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Holds out arms.... "Carry me... tall man!"
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He picks her up and cradles her like he would a baby. "Like this???"
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herofists · 1 year ago
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it's sinday.... and i got nobody to sinday with.
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