Gives 1 peck and leaves
Kefka stills, taut as the hairs of a fiddlestick.
Strike him in the face.
It'll sting less.
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Pandemonium
“You not only broke the seal to Terra, but did me the favor of defeating Garland! Zidane… You are truly an extraordinary Genome, deserving of my love!”
sketch version
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You can sometimes also find me:
@ofxliminality - Auron
@xargentum - Prompto
@libraxelementia - Ignis
@xcharmless - Noctis
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✘ "while we are talking, just how did you manage to kill my brother?"
My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 9 asks. Include ✘ with the asks!
“Oh, but that’s the beauty of it! My sweetest! You think I don’t know how you’ll shiver and squirm, hearing that brat’s death from my lips? Ohoho, my little seraph, you still think me stupid! That’s how I killed him! With the knowledge I’ll never, ever, ever spill a drop on his death!
It’s mine, that’s what stings, isn’t it? I don’t even have the good graces to share!”
He tossed an armful of flaming books Kuja’s way.
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xamicitia:
The hand across his eyes might as well not have bothered; The freak was pale to the point of translucent, and that searing light poured through his skin like glass. Then, when the hand released him, what he could only guess was a heel to the back of his head kept him facing downward– Only marginally better– As though he was gonna dare open his eyes ‘til that light died down.
When it did, at least when Gladio could no longer see through the back of his own eyelids, the air was left filled with an oppressive presence. One blatant enough to stall him a moment before he lifted his head.
Thankfully, despite the sting, yeah, he still had eyes, though it took a few blinks for them to adjust to the blurry purple image before him. Then a few more times to comprehend what he was looking at.
Kefka didn’t fit in the cell anymore. Not comfortably. No longer closest to Prompto’s height, he’d grown at least a couple of feet, and his thin frame was now built with a rippling layer of muscle. His skin had darkened, and seemed to have been stretched tight as leather across his newly muscular figure. All that, and the glow of his empty eyes might’ve registered as enough of a threat to rise his pulse… But the four great wings, curled askew against the walls of the cell, left him looking instead like some big, angry, purple bird.
His first comprehensive thought was “yeah, glad to be spared the loincloth.”
…Even so, Gladio knew better than to tell him that.
“…Answer to nothing’s right…” He muttered, attempting to scoot back from the clawed foot pinning into his chest. “So, you’re some sort of daemon, huh. That it?”
Kefka’s eternal grin stretched further as he regarded his pet. Truly, it was the behemoth’s brick wall behavior keeping him intact. Unusual. He’d seen a thing or two in his time, that was for certain. To rip him to shreds over his insolence would be a shame.
For now.
His foot on Gladio’s chest did not withdraw. Instead he pressed forward, keeping contact, growling, “Stay...”
A daemon? Interesting. Nothing boring, not a flying clown, not a madman... This one had common sense to swallow his words... Disciplined.. His heartbeat, the rise and fall of his chest... It all said as much.
“I made myself God, isn’t that fun?” Kefka mused, settling in midair, legs crossed, as though meditation were a thing he’d ever consider. His long, white wings arched around Gladio.
“Wouldn’t you want power too? Those scrawny friends of yours clearly aren’t the brawn in the operation, eh? I was just as fit as you, but it wasn’t enough... It’ll never be enough. You’re living proof.”
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"are we team mates now?" //dissidia. the teammate he didn't want. pls put him back with the feather hair guy with the tail
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“You positively reek of boring! Do I look like one to dabble?”
One could mistake Kefka for an ordinary harlequin, circling Ignis, military posture and muttering, ceaselessly, to himself, were he not levitating several inches in the air moments later, drifting like a rag in the breeze.
“What’s in it for me, hm, what use are you to me, prettyboy? You got yourself into Kujie-Coo’s trap, hm, why should I get you out of it? A truly good toy wouldn’t have found himself there in the first place! Pah!”
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❛ maybe one day you won’t hate me . ❜
’ 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ’ 𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔
Sitting in the middle of a room torn to shreds, Kefka giggles, turning his face towards drifting dust and feathers, smothered by an ethereal footprint he knows full well isn’t his own. No use in pretending.
Wasted, this power...
He doesn’t cast Noctis so much as a glance, plucking at the embers clinging to his tights.
“I don’t believe in ‘one day’...”
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“Don’t mind me. Just passing through.” Whistling through the halls as if he hadn’t just disappeared from time to time.
The audacity.
Teeth, nails, elbows, knees... Kefka sinks into Noctis like a wildcat, scraping the pair of them down the wall to tumble in the dirt. Even curling his fingers around his throat, he’s expecting him to warp away, knowing better than to try pinning brattish thin air.
“Why won’t you stay gone?!”
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Kefka, what kind of music do you like?
Screams...
Endless, warbled thorns, destruction’s orchestra...
Harmonized chaos...
“Hmm?”
Music? There had been another kind he’d listened to. Yes. The kind to tell a grand story without words. The kind he’d twirled himself stupid to.
He waved away the faceless query.
“I don’t care for music.”
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“Good boy....”
Kefka placed his hand across Gladio’s eyes, a languid afterthought.
In their small enclosure, the light that poured from the aether swallowed all. It did not burn or blind Kefka, but who knew what it did to human flesh? As if he’d ever cared to consider it?
The light grew unbearably strong, bringing static that stung even its summoner. It pulled him upwards, rending shrill giggling from him, even a taste of his power jostling the fabric of existence.
He brought his bare foot to Gladio’s head, ducking it down, his wings filling the space almost corner to corner, gilded chest heaving with delight, the static fading, the glow with it, until all that remained was Kefka, a permanent grin etched into an inhuman visage.
“Still got eyes? Perhaps I should have used a cloth, but as you can see, mine has a rather important purpose...” Smirking, he glanced down to the loincloth, pressing his foot to Gladio’s chest, hunting for his heartbeat.
How cramped.
To talk casually in this form, keeping a semblance of himself was a rare occurrence, often achieved at the end of a battle. It was... different in this faux world they rattled around in. Something he’d learned to wield or be wielded by.
“An answer to everything, and nothing...”
@pagliaccioxfalso from this
‘…beastie’
Yeah. Fine. That’s what he felt like now, anyway, all rope bitten, starved and sleepless. He let those spidery fingers wind in his matted hair and wrench him upright, and while the look in his sunken eyes was as hazed as his physical state, his resolve hadn’t broken. It shone dangerously in the glare he shot him, teeth gritting under the press of a clawed thumb– damn obviously so to keep his bite in check.
He didn’t care what this monster was. But maybe he could learn something. Maybe he could learn something, then somehow convey it to Ignis, who’d know better than any of them what to do with that kind of info.
Then he’d be able to show just how sharp his bite really was…
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Kefka, please kiss me. Just a little peck.
“And who might you be? What’s in it for me?”
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'what are you?'
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“Well, well! Isn’t that better, using your words, eh?”
When was the last time someone noticed, calling it out so boldly? It was tough work, taming one with brawn and brains.
“Maybe you really can be a good boy after all, hm? You wanna see what I am, beastie?”
Kefka curled his fingers into Gladio’s hair, pulling it to lift his head. He ran his free hand over his face, down his neck, deep curiosity swarming to the surface of a coldness that never left.
His thumb pressed against his lips, still bloodied from the rope. Any teasing tones vanished, a low growl replacing them.
“This information is your reward. Don’t ruin it. If you bite me, you and I both know I’ll make you sorry. Learn, and I won’t play so rough...”
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Yes pls! Empire people pls come pick up ur clown
Current Wanted List:
Bartz & Squall to complete 589 and have adventures
Celes. And also anyone else from 6 especially anyone in the empire– i have a really nice doujinshi coming in the mail so I can give you beautiful icons even.
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My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.
Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!
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Nests self against him under fabrics. Tail cling. Spiteful expression anyway.
Immediate snarling.
Who gave this spiteful, disobedient, jealous little thing permission?
From their perch, he tucks Kuja’s head under his chin, staring murderously at the bookshelves, some already ablaze.
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𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 : ’ 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ’ 𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔
– WTF DO I KNOW :
❛ i’m not tryna have another conversation . ❜
❛ i’m completely naked , but i’m making it fashion . ❜
❛ am i wrong that i moved on and i don’t even miss you ? ❜
❛ though that i’d be you until i die , but i let go . ❜
❛ what the fuck do i know ? ❜
❛ i’m alone . ❜
❛ what the fuck do i know ? i’m alone . ❜
❛ i couldn’t be somebody’s hero . ❜
❛ you want an apology ? ❜
❛ you want an apology ? not from me . had to leave you in your own misery . ❜
❛ think that i’m the problem ? i’m the solution . ❜
❛ am i wrong that i moved on ? ❜
– ANGELS LIKE YOU :
❛ won’t call me by name , only ‘ baby ’ . ❜
❛ the more that you give , the less that i need . ❜
❛ everyone says i look happy when it feels right . ❜
❛ i know that you’re wrong for me . ❜
❛ gonna wish we never met on the day i leave . ❜
❛ i brought you down on your knees cause they say that misery loves company . ❜
❛ it’s not your fault that i ruin everything . ❜
❛ it’s not your fault i can’t be what you need . ❜
❛ angels like you can’t fly down here with me . ❜
❛ i’m everything they said i would be . ❜
❛ a little more hurt won’t kill you . ❜
– GIMME WHAT I WANT :
❛ careful , you might hurt yourself . ❜
❛ pleasure leads to pain . ❜
❛ you might be insane , but maybe we’re the same . ❜
❛ tonight you came here cause you know what i need and no one likes to be alone . ❜
❛ no one likes to be alone . ❜
❛ i just need a lover . ❜
– MIDNIGHT SKY :
❛ it’s been a long time since i felt this good on my own . ❜
❛ i was born to run . ❜
❛ i don’t belong to anyone . ❜
❛ i don’t need to be loved by you . ❜
❛ it ain’t so bad if i wanna make a couple mistakes . ❜
❛ you should know right now that i never stay put in one place . ❜
– HIGH :
❛ sometimes i get a little too hurt . ❜
❛ i did my very best saying goodbye . ❜
❛ i don’t miss you but i think of you and don’t know why . ❜
❛ sometimes i stay up all night cause you don’t ever talk to me in my dreams . ❜
– HATE ME :
❛ go ahead , you can say it’s my fault . ❜
❛ i thought one of these days you might call . ❜
❛ i thought one of these days you might call when you were feeling small . ❜
❛ i know i’m not on your mind . ❜
❛ would it be too hard to say goodbye ? ❜
❛ i hope that it’s enough to make you cry . ❜
❛ maybe one day you won’t hate me . ❜
❛ go ahead , you can say i’ve changed . ❜
❛ one drink and i’m back to that place . ❜
– NEVER BE ME :
❛ i know i do this every time . ❜
❛ i don’t wanna push you way too much . ❜
❛ i don’t wanna lean that way too far . ❜
❛ i don’t wanna ever learn the hard way . ❜
❛ if you’re looking for stable , that’ll never be me . ❜
❛ if you’re looking for faithful , that’ll never be me . ❜
❛ if you’re looking for someone to be all that you need , that’ll never be me . ❜
❛ dry your tears now , don’t you cry . ❜
❛ i’m by your side , at least for awhile . ❜
– GOLDEN G STRING :
❛ i did it all to make you love me and to feel alive . ❜
❛ i should walk away . ❜
❛ i should walk away , but i think i’ll stay . ❜
❛ there are layers to this body , primal sex and primal shame . ❜
❛ i was trying to own my power . ❜
❛ you dare to call me crazy , have you looked around this place ? ❜
❛ if you can’t make ends meet , it must be your fault . ❜
❛ i can’t walk away . ❜
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'Did you do it? Did you kill him?'
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Shaken out of his contemplation, Kefka grinned, stretching the painted smile ever further.
“You can’t expect me to remember every single sorry soul I’ve ever slain, can you?”
He wouldn’t have bothered to turn and face him, had turning one’s back to Kuja not been akin to turning one’s back on the ocean. He let his head fall to the side, eyes almost glowing.
“Perhaps, if you’ve lost someone special, look a little harder, hm?”
His smile split, unveiling sharp teeth, no amount of tenderness in his tone able to hide something like excitement or glee, poorly restrained and quaking. With each drum of his nails against his bicep, embers and sparks scattered, drifting into the air.
“Unless, of course, poor little ol’ you has been sick to the bone, fretting and flitting hither and yon, in search of their precious plaything? Now that would be an unfortunate spectacle!”
He couldn’t hold it in any longer. He dissolved into laughter, knocking himself several feet into the air where he flopped like a rag doll, growling, seething, giggling.
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