#( zack + musings. )

[apollos-boyfriend]

What in the world is happening on twitter

zack scott’s been doing this bit since mario wonder came out where he commissions artists to recreate their daisy artworks of her as her elephant form, but for some reason he’s gained insane traction over it for the past like week??? so artists have been putting fucking. bait traps out for him to commission them

these are two of my personal favorites bc there’s absolutely no attempt to hide it. they are putting daisies under a shoebox propped up on sticks for this man. and it’s working

[authorafterhours]

I feel like Zack Fair would smell like sunscreen. It's not overpowering, but it brings summer nostalgia.

[meanderes]

haram choi — public vs. private social media + extras under the cut

template credit: miraedescent & vernonline for your perusal: hq album covers

some misc info

dunya (ig user avdotia) & bolin are friends she made during her violin days

her mother is asking her when she’s going to marry #nopressure

doesn’t really use tinder anymore because she got very annoyed (hence the faq bio 😭) at the messages she got

only posts credits on her official instagram, anything else is posted to her stories

keeps tabs on artists she would like to collaborate with on her private instagram account. selective of who follows her there. tends to photodump, has not deleted or archived pictures from 12 years ago

[myristicisms]

Eyes flash near dangerously, the usual subtle glow of the mako staining his irises giving way to the sudden rush into his head and there's a soft laugh that he barks out, head cocking slightly to the side curiously while he mulls over the statement. He could handle everything fine enough, or at least that's what Zack thinks even if it would be fun to hand the reigns over and see what Cloud would do if he allowed the blonde to take over. “ Depends. ” He manages, voice as calculated as possible given the way he has to hold himself still, body growing jittery from excess energy beginning to pool within his limbs. “ If you think you can then go ahead, I wanna see what taking charge looks like to you. ”

@strifesoldier | Cloud Strife

"Do you want me to take charge? "

[the-nexus]

@tenebriism || [ X ]

A breath of relief rushed from his chest as his undesired attachment was removed, yet he'd seen but a slight motion of the other's hand. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. He'd come to the residence of a wizard, known for their unrivaled skill in magic. Perhaps it was that he was looking upon a wizard quite dashing, unlike the depictions of wither, old men he was most familiar with from books.

"Thank you, Mr. Pendragon," he spoke, rubbing his now free arm. His guest stood, a mix of shock and longing on her face. "You see, I'm pretty sure a love potion is in play here." Hands were quickly raised in defense. "I didn't give it to her, but I think she saw me first and...yeeeaaah."

The lovely woman to the side huffed. "I don't need a potion to know I love you!"

"I'd literally never met you before, Ma'am."

"Don't you believe in love at first sight?"

It seemed this conversation was going nowhere and Zack quickly looked to the handsome wizard for aid.

[winterune]

Man, zack week makes me want to write zack kunsel again but idk if i have the time 🥲 JSHSHSHSHSH

[parallelity]

I have a whole draft about Zack and Lane and why I'm a lowkey Dave hater/ignorer

But focusing on Zack... Finding out that his dad left (the wiki says age 10)... makes me appreciate his character more... He's one of the best example of a Dad in the series. And in a show with so many characters making mistakes/struggling with relationships partially due to absentee fathers and how it impacts them... I'm glad the show demonstrates a character who steps up and loves his family. Both he and Jess illustrate it is never certain that you will repeat your father's mistakes, that you can grow and learn, and achieve something...

[tenebriism]

@the-nexus Stupid AND pretty. He's going to have FUN with this one.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Trial writing of Zack requested by @sixvisxpacem || From this Open Request Post

"Man, we've got some killer views, Cloud!"

Zack leaned against the bike with the attached care that had been their steed for the past couple of months. Gas was running low, and he'd made it up to this cliff to get his bearings, clearing his head head once more as he seemed to need to do more often lately, and to refresh where he was to pinpoint the best place to refuel.

And what lay ahead was a mix of green and dusty dirt of wilds fading into wastes. It was like natural flowing in and out of itself. It felt so damn appropriate, he could almost laugh bitterly. Instead, he drank in the beauty. The raven-haired, scarred AWOL SOLDIER turned his mako blue gaze to the blond in the attached cart, still grinning. He sighed, shaking his head and march over. He knelt by Cloud Strife and gave him a clap on the shoulder.

"Seriously, man--think if we had some decent cameras, we'd make some amazing photographers. Imagine the killing we'd make, all the locations and natural beauty we'd capture on our little roadtrip? We'll be rich!"

Zack just watched as Cloud Strife continued to hang his head like an infant just barely managing the strength to hold it up. The only response he received was a slow blink of eyelids and a softer breath. The grin on Zack's lips attempted to drift, faintly, but he kept it on as firmly as he could. He gave a playfully exasperated scoff. "Too cool for that, huh? Fine then, we'll figure something else out."

They would. He was sure of it. They'd find their way back home. They'd find their way, after. After he reached Aerith...he couldn't stay in Midgar, but he knew he had to return, a last time, just to...figure things out. And after? Well, the whole world lay ahead...! He was ready to give his all to his future, he wouldn't let that uncertainty seep in, if he could help it!

And so days, and weeks continued the same. Fuel was becoming harder and harder to keep collecting, especially because more and more towns became less and less generous. Zack managed to get a container to keep refilling with fuel to have with himself in case they were stuck in the middle of nowhere. But he needed funds. Odd jobs were all he could manage, and even those were becoming more and more scarce.

But he was so close, so close to Midgar, he knew it! He had to make it! He was sure of it!

So sure, that the morning he dragged Cloud out of the first Inn he'd been able to pay for a room in, in months, he didn't expect to find his bike....gone. Nowhere to be found, in fact. He tried to follow tracks, but from what he could assess, the vehicle was picked apart, pieces scattered to greedy thieves, and only the side cart survived, useless on it's own.

He stood there before Cloud, where he'd left him. The usual grin he put on when speak to Cloud was put on once more as he squatted before the blond. "Well, it's no roadtrip without a few road bumps, huh buddy...? Really sorry about this, but you'll probably have to start walking with me again. But I'll make sure we get a good meal first! Something filling, a good energy boost. Yeah?" he nodded towards Cloud, who had no reaction. "One of these days, you're gonna have to tell me your favorite meal--I mean, I can't know what you won't if you don't speak up, man." he chuckled, ruffling the others hair.

Cloud's head bobbed briefly before settling again.

Zack stared, the grin frozen on his lips until he stood. It faded quicker this time, though.

Every bump of the road, ever week that ticked by, that grin faded faster and faster, but he never stopped wearing it when it felt most necessary. Like armor, or materia to boost ones abilities, his enduring spirit was the fire to keep them burning forward. Zack Fair wasn't going to let this shit crush his spirit! No way!

Never! But...maybe...maybe, just for a moment or two, his spirit could just...fall apart.

It was after he was run out of an extremely small town-stop that that spirit began to really tremble--the people in the store he was trying to barter food from were no fans of ShinRa, yet they wouldn't listen to a word of his truth, that he was AWOL, that he was on the run from them, and that he just needed help for himself and his sick friend. They ran him out, near literally, to the point of almost threatening to 'test his claims' and call ShinRa on them if they didn't leave.

Starving, body aching, spirit and mind tired, Zack pushed on, carrying Cloud as far as quickly as he could until he could find a proper space to camp and figure things out. And as he dragged Cloud along, the blonds weak feet barely stumbling to keep up with Zack's stronger steps, the raven haired male could only laugh bitterly.

"Ya know, never thought I'd be run out of anywhere. Can you imagine it, Cloud? Me!" he muttered, trying to laugh it off, and stupidly weighting and wishing (not for the first time) to earn some sort of reaction that wasn't a normal body function from Cloud. Just a short chuckle, a twitch of the lips.

But nothing. Zack shouldn't put that on him. Zack could laugh enough for the both of them!

He could laugh for the both of them. He could talk for the both of them. He could walk for the both of them. He could fight for them both, he could beg for the both, he could work for them both, he could do it all...for the both of them.

He could. He...he would.

Zack's foot hit a rock, and in his scattered thoughts, he was too distract. He tumbled a second, almost falling himself, but catching himself, but the disturbed momentum was enough to cause Cloud to tumble, and Zack didn't tug him back in enough time to prevent the blond from dropping to the dirt. Cloud wouldn't be injured, he'd barely be hurt, and yet the sight had Zack feeling like the blond had just been stabbed. He tugged him to sit straight, brushing dirt and pebbles from his face and hair over and over, even after it was gone.

"Well damn, suddenly I'm the one that can't walk, huh...? S-sorry, Cloud..." he muttered, trying to keep his tone level and light as usual, but...it sounded...wrong. He heard a tremble, and he hated it. It's as if his voice was outside of him, beyond his control. He cleared his throat, plastering the smile against as he assured Cloud was sitting comfortably. But the grin felt heavier, and harder to control, too, and a panic was building in Zack's chest. "You're alright. Why didn't you warn me about the rock, huh?" he forced a laugh.

Why did it sound strangled?

Why were his eyes burning...?

He forced out another laugh, trying to make it sound right, sound light, sound like Zack Fair, but it just sounded strangled again. He sat back from where he knelt before Cloud, sitting firmly on his behind, arms resting on his knees. The grin was still on his lips, but it felt...confused...wrong, off kilter. He couldn't even see it, and he knew it felt wrong.

He hand a hand through his hair, and forced another laugh. "Damn...maybe I'm sleep deprived, huh? Don't remember when I last slept, actually. You probably don't, either." he muttered to Cloud, and the continued silence as response made everything suddenly feel heavier and that much worse.

Fuck, everything hurt. His body. His head. His heart. It felt as if all this riding and walking, all this travel towards his destination, it had put distance between him and thoughts and feelings but all at once, they seemed to catch up with him, right here and right now. He took a shaky, shuddery breath in and out. Eyes burning with tears, he looked at the blurring figure of the blond before him, wobbly smile on his lips.

"It'll be fine though... I...I promise, Cloud. I'm not stopping...k? We'll just take a break...and pull it back together, and then keep moving. We've got this...you and me! Right?" he muttered, wiping away half the tears from one side of his face. "...Right, Cloud...?"

The blonds head bobbed. But it wasn't a nod. It wasn't a response. It wasn't anything.

"Come on....Cloud..." Zack muttered under his breath, as he began rocking faintly in place where he sat. "Just one word....one response, bud...? Just...just one word, maybe two? You could even tell me to shut up, j-just...give me something...!" he found himself yelling at the blond.

His chest was brimming, writhing with sensations. His heart beat felt irratic, his head hurt, everything was too much, too much, but he had to hold it together. Had to keep it together. He couldn't leave Cloud, in any way. He couldn't fall apart, not like the others!!!

It was brimming, pushing and pulling like a growing breath, and any many it would....

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"" Zack flopped back in his back and cried out into the sky. The first yell seemed to release so much rage, fear, hurt, and every taste of heavy weight on his shoulders. It was all of it, but it was a great deal. And as he stared up at the clear skies, he took deep breaths in and out, in and out....and he let out another scream, both fists hitting the ground on either side of him. The end of the scream seemed to trembled and he sniffed...and grinned.

Genuinely. He took a deep breath, sat up, looked to the sky, and belted out once more, the cry turning into wild laughter at the end, but...his chest felt lighter after he did so. It felt...better. Everything still hurt, everything was still too much, but...he seemed to pull back some part of himself as the laughter bubbled out of his chest.

"I mean it, Cloud, when I say we'll make it. You'll see. It's gonna take a bit more time...maybe a few more bumps, but...we've got this. Alright?" he scooted forward to the blond again, and clapped him in the shoulder, gripping there.

"It's you and me, man."

[anunkindncss]

🌟 PERMANENT STARTER CALL 🗡 for Zack Fair (Animated / Canon – Final Fantasy VII / By Request)

A study in: Unbreakable dreams. Boundless optimism. And the kind of loyalty that shines right up until the last breath.

By liking or commenting on this post, you’re giving me permission to:

➤ Tag you in starters — mission mishaps, laughter in the mess hall, or those quiet moments where even the brightest light flickers ➤ Drop headcanons, high-energy plot ideas, and emotional arcs that hit just as hard as any buster sword ➤ Build dynamics like: best friends who became family, mentors who saw his worth, the one person who never stopped believing in him (even when he did) ➤ Tag you in things that are Zack: sunshine through storm clouds, wide grins after hard battles, and the phrase “we’re gonna make it, okay?” ➤ Explore themes of legacy, sacrifice, and how to stay hopeful in a world built to break you ➤ Develop ships (romantic, platonic, found-family) that are loyal, emotionally rich, and occasionally chaotic in the best possible way ➤ Let our muses grow, stumble, fight, and fall — but always get back up together, no matter how many times it takes

Zack Fair is a hero in every way that matters. Not because he’s perfect — but because he keeps showing up, giving his all, and loving people with everything he’s got.

If your muse needs someone who’ll believe in them even when they don’t — he’s already at their side, smiling like he means it.

[the-kipsabian]

so what im gathering is that both wrestle kingdom and wrestle dynasty were good shows, but depending who you ask there were either huge hits or misses

thankfully i dont have the time to watch either of them so i shall continue to live in a blissful ignorance over anything that happened until im given a reason to care even a little bit 😌

[malevolent-muse]

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[gunbreakmyheart]

Remember when I said I was gonna RP here again and did an opener and everything

[myristicisms]

@strifesoldier | Cloud Strife sent;;

' You and me. Your body near mine, close. I'm not right when you're not with me. I get the shakes ' oop zack made him codependent...

Vulnerability, no matter how small or largely given, was always a difficult thing to express; Years of forcing himself into the mold of what Zack thought was the ideal hero only further forcing him to push the overwhelming desire to rely upon someone else to the back of his mind. Being relied upon was the closest he'd ever come to sharing a vulnerable moment with anyone and it was something he cherished far more than even his own life. That much so had never been in the question though, only further proven with each moment where he took a beating to protect those he cared for most, often coming as victorious in each battle he'd carelessly chosen for himself.

Perhaps it was the hubris of a man who has lost damn near everything already or maybe it was just the delusion of someone who had grown lonely over the years, someone who felt as though nobody bothered to know who he was outside of his uniform and rank; At least not until after he'd managed to establish a connection with another person for the first time since... ( Nevermind. ) Zack has come to rely upon being needed, feeling helpful and he's long since found that purpose at the side of his blonde companion. While he'd known that Cloud was capable of taking care of himself well enough, he also couldn't scratch the desperate itch to feel helpful, to do more than just stand beside the other man silently like some brooding shadow.

Though that's what he's become, hasn't he? Bitter and violent should he feel it necessary to be so, a trained killer unafraid of ripping and rending through flesh that managed to be snagged within the maws of an enraged beast, many saw the once proud warrior as nothing more than a monster as of late; A creature that thrived on combat and the destruction of the very people that made him into who he was today, but not Cloud, never Cloud apparently. Lips curl into a gentle grin at the idea, he was helpful to someone at the very least, even if he'd grown all too protective throughout their time beside one another and perhaps he cared far more than the average friend should have, but then again; Average friends don't go through the same horrors as the duo had to endure together. That's how Zack justified it, anyways.

A rabid guard dog trapped in an endless loop of biting despite never wanting to bring harm to those unfortunate to cross into Zack's poor graces, a feature of which was far easier done than said given how low his tolerance for anyone daring to cause problems for either Cloud or himself truly had become. That dependency, as it seems to be, is reciprocated. Though that hardly came as much of a surprise, being without the blonde felt off, something so viscerally incorrect that his very being often trembled with wrath when the two were separated for too long and the verbal confirmation he wasn't the only one to experience that... ( Validating, freeing even. )

“ And here I was, stewing about whether I'm being overbearing towards you. ” He huffs out, amusement glimmering within mako stained eyes; An odd calmness kept Zack completely and uncharacteristically still. At times such as this, he'd often be pacing or doing squats, clears his mind and allows the former SOLDIER to focus on his surroundings but instead he simply sat, jaw twitching while his tongue feels at the sharp canines meant for rending through his foes and that familiar emptiness he'd been so prone to slowly seeps in. “ I'm always here though, always nearby until you tell me to go away and mean it, I promise. ”

[the-nexus]

"I don't think you realize how hard it is for someone like me to buy a suit."

[heavenbloom]

how i feel when the character is somebody who’s not a good person by any means but something in the narrative forces/motivates them to seek salvation and redemption but also they can’t escape the ghosts of their past and their horrible actions catch up with them…