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Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are.
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SERAH & SNOW — FINAL FANTASY XIII (2009) Art Work by Yoshitaka Amano
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SNOW VILLIERS FROM FINAL FANTASY XIII DKS3713 TRAILER (2008)
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i think i'll be returning next weekend. i got a sudden spike for snow!!
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MAKE YOUR MUSE!
#stolen from moot!!#i had to do ff13-2 version cuz they didn't have his trench coat#but i love him!! snowwww!!#i'll be on next week!!
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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.
#anxiety hitting me like a truck and i'm feeling like a failure lol#if u ever wanna add me on discord just ask!
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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.
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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"Things like this - all things, in fact - have consequences." from noel!
"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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Nothing worth having is ever easy
"... 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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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.
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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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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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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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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Holds out arms.... "Carry me... tall man!"
He picks her up and cradles her like he would a baby. "Like this???"
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