#Rachel ff6

[seepingfrommyskin]

Forever, Rachel.

Closeups

[gazkerber]

Some Final Fantasy VI sketch requests that I've made for patrons on Patreon recently ❤

[savingthrcw]

@talesofaether asked for a starter for Celes!

She had faced it without hesitation, but Terra had expected the first hours, days, without magic to feel akin to the violent loss of a limb; ripped from her, gone forever. And yet, she felt nothing of the sort. A little weaker, perhaps, but it could be a feeling that steemed from her heart and not the body, and the moment she had been reunited with her kids it was all forgotten, only hope, joy and love to think about.

But a village of only kids, with no magic to help them deal with the inhospitable world around them, was not going to be self-sufficient for long, and there had been plans to make, which included using the airship and Figaro Castle in the future to help the kids find their new homes and possibly reunite later on. The four youngest ones, however, had naturally wanted to stay with the only mother they remembered, and Duane and Katarin did as well, if only to help her while they raised their own.

Terra's smile was bright when Celes arrived outside, where she was enjoying the sun on top of the wing of the castle that Edgar was all too happy to let her share with the kids. She wondered how long he'd allow them to stay, but didn't worry much, sure they'd have time to figure things out. "The kids are staying with me, after all. The youngest ones." One way like another to start a conversation, she figured, too thrilled to hide it. "I was thinking Kohlingen may be our next stop for supplies. I don't want to impose on Edgar too much. But do you think Locke would be alright? I have heard it's a... special place to him."

[tinamaciasfkfk]

Forever Rachel

[monempathieetmoi]

I'm so disapointed 😔 the music sheet I had for "Forever Rachel" is incomplete.. it's only a loop from the initial game.

Yes I still love it. But I really wanted the piano collection version. And it seems I can't find the music sheet alone.

I wish I could do my researches in japanese. Maybe I could find something with the original name .... because I adore this song.

Well... maybe one day I'll be able to buy the complete music sheets book from this game (if ebay let me have a good price).

[aymeric-the-blue-blog]

27. You now have the ability to add in one character and one dungeon from any Final Fantasy title prior to XIV, who/what do you pick and why?

Ooooh. Please give me Locke and the Phoenix Cave from FF6! That whole scenario was truly heartbreaking, I would LOVE to see it rendered in FFXIV ;; I really liked the Phoenix Cave as a mechanic, too, where you had to split groups up in order to activate switches and such... and then the hidden dragon boss, that was also really legit.

In fact, I’d be down with adding ALL the dragons from FF6 into the game. :D Give us a sick reward if we take them all down! Make it a big world event or something!

[witchofcustom]

May I request Yandere Locke x Reader x Yandere Celes? Thank you!

Of course!! I’m so sorry this is so late! I started a job and school has been pretty rough, but I hope you still enjoy!

It's been a bit since I've written, and also been a bit since I last played FF6, so I hope that it's not too bad!

Yandere!CelesLocke General Headcanons

CW: Yandere, gn!reader, poly, FF6 spoilers, kidnapping, isolation, punishment

-Locke and Celes have a deep love and respect for each other. They wouldn’t normally want to take someone else into their relationship, but if they both fell for the same person, they’d want to take them in “for (Y/N)’s own good.”

-Obviously this means kidnapping.

-Locke is much more protective, especially if darling is unable to fight. He would never want them to even go outside, as he fears they would suffer the same fate as his first love, Rachel.

"Outside? Don't worry about that! How about we organize some of my treasures together? It's alright, I'll handle everything with sharp edges."

-Celes isn't nearly as protective, but she can be very strict at times. She also is very possessive, worrying that anyone besides Locke will take her darling away from her. She's overall very sweet, but if darling misbehaves, she'll be quick to punish them.

-Her punishments are usually either isolation from her and Locke, but she can be more serious if darling is truly misbehaving.

-She loves to cook for darling! And it's even better if they're willing to let her handfeed them!

"I made some cookies for you (Y/N). How about I feed them to you? Your arms must be too tired to do so after being tied up for so long."

-They are both fairly delusional, believing that darling is just as in love with them as they are. Locke is slightly more aware, but his own trauma keeps him from letting darling go.

-Overall they're not the worst yanderes to have around, but can

[tomebreakr]

If you intend to be this way It does the more enrapture me And even so I still remain A lover in captivity 

[kashuan]

some ff6 sketches, probably a couple more posts worth coming soon because i’m replaying rn and the inspiration is strong :D

[icksmehl]

FINAL FANTASY Piano Collection

Performed by lara6683

Matoya’s Cave (FF1)

Theme of Love (FF4)

Overworld (FF4)

Terra’s Theme (FF6)

Kids Run Through the City (FF6)

Phantom Forest (FF6)

Celes’s Theme (FF6)

Forever Rachel (FF6)

Aeris’s Theme (FF7)

Tifa’s Theme (FF7)

Cloud's Theme (FF7)

Ahead on our Way (FF7)

Balamb Garden (FF8)

Eyes on Me (FF8)

Crossing Those Hills (FF9)

Border Village Dali (FF9)

Terra (FF9)

Silence Before the Storm (FFX)

Eternity: Memory of Lightwaves (FFX-2)

Noctis (FFXV)

[miradive]

Shipping Info Meme

Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER? strange as it may sound, at 9 or 10 years old i like................started shipping locke and edgar and it’s stuck since then. SO LIKE, if i ever have to choose an OTP it’s probably that one. celes and locke are a rly rly close second ofc! he just has a thing for blonde people i guess LMAO

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

i can do almost anything. there are some things i won’t do ofc and that’s like, rly gross n kinky stuff bc some people ARE JUST LIKE........RLY WEIRD AND I HATE IT. if you waaaant specifics? i’M LIKE...really into like, the idea of writing ships going on dates, spending time with one another, just talking and generally being around each other’s presence. i also love seasonal stuff like..............................................if u give me anything where like, a muse gives another muse something like their scarf (GIVE LOCKE PROTECTION FROM THE COLD........) then i’d love that type of stuff. honestly i’m leaning towards fluff a lot of the times but i’m willing to write angst with ships too, really.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

anyone that’s not under 18, generally i’d like it if age gaps aren’t like, too big? like locke’s 25 right???? so if u want me to ship him with someone who’s 50 or older it’S GONNA BE A HARD NO............

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING? i’d say i am, but i think it really just depends, often times, on whether or not i can consider us friends behind the scenes. LIKE............shipping’s a lot easier for me when it’s with a friend tbh? plus i gotta see if our muses click. it’s not too hard to ship w/ me i’d like to think!

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NS/FW? steamy moments are basically when like, the clothes start coming off and every word is more laced with desire and lust honestly. if the characters like, are say, feeling one another but their touch is a fine mixture of gentle yet rough that’s meant to stimulate something, then that’s steamy. TO ME AT LEAST FJHLSDHJ IDK IF THAT’S USUALLY THE GENERAL

WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

i ship locke with rachel bc that’s a given! i don’t really like, know who else i ship with locke all too much? but i’d probably ship him with anyone who’s willing to love him u feel me

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

U DON’T HAVE TO!! it’s definitely polite if u do though and i def encourage it if that’s the way u wanna roll with it. for me sometimes it’s good to like, sometimes just build up to it, like if in ooc interactions we discuss their friendship and dynamic and it somehow leads to wow they’re holding hands and staring off into the ruins of the world but seeing the light in each other as hope’s glimmering light that’ll push them forward towards peace then like........for me in particular that leaves things a bit ambiguous which i sometimes rly enjoy! often times like, i do ask if there’s a possible ship once we reach the point of ambiguity and it’s like. do we want them as just friends, something more, or what? THIS SOUNDS SO INTRICATE FOR SOME REASON BUT LDJHLDK HONESTLY IT’S A LOT EASIER IN ACTION I PROMISE

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP? i like shipping! it’s not like, a huge priority of mine, but sometimes it’s nice to know that like there’s a muse that can have ur muse feel like a certain Way that’s like wow.........i’m in love. wow...they love me! i’m not gonna mess this up!

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

i’m not obsessed i don’t think? and not more-or-less either tbh?? that sounds like the limited choice fallacy and i ain’T FALLING FOR IT i’ll accept ships that come if i think they’re possible

ARE YOU MULTISHIP? YEP!! i feel like shipping with a lot of ppl is rly fun and, sometimes, it develops rly nice friendships too so? it’s a big bonus!

WHAT IS/ARE YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: gladio/me FDJHLJD I’M KIDDING BUT I’M NOT BUT.........i’ve only played ff6 excuse my dumbassery. setzer/daryl is rly cute and i Love mog/molulu the entire thought she gave up her charm to keep mog safe makes me soft. UHHHH I DON’T HAVE THAT MANY SHIPS REALLY BUT DFJHDLKHSDKLJH maybe some day, as they come, i’ll attain more

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

just bring it up fam and we’ll see where we go from thERE THAT’S THE BEST WAY

Tagged by: @atlaslain​ THANKS KIT!!!

Tagging: @tectyr @uptune @encaritas @ndeavor idk who else to tag but do this if you want! say i tagged you S;DLJHSDJH

[wolveswithhats]

writing wip game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you or interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! 

The titles weren’t interesting so I vainly just posted some excerpts from a grab bag of more recent stuff. If I did everything it’d honestly probably go on for pages. I have a lot of unfinished stuff (pretty much...exclusively unfinished stuff dfjkdjfkg). Like a decade’s worth.

Tagged by @ackbang​. TY TY, MY DUDE. If you see this and you’re a writer, consider yourself tagged. Like for real. Only not tagging because I can’t remember who writes fanfic and who doesn’t.

Looooooong post below.

ling ling the goblin king (ling + lan fan, fma)

"lan fan did it," the prince says, and for a moment she feels a flare of anger and betrayal over his deception. 'it wasn't me, i didn't do this. i didn't kill anyone.' but the prince is bending at the waist, low enough that that his tail of hair brushes the dirt, and she realizes his lie is for her benefit. "thank you, m'lady. i owe you my life."

her mouth feels dry, face hot from exertion and the burning gaze of her older peers. "d-don't do that," she stutters, and she's not sure if she's referring to the lie or the bow.

"you dare give me orders?" but there's no heat in his voice, eyes crinkling with humor as he rises to his full height. she has no idea how he can look so amused with a hole in his shoulder, covered in the blood of a man he just killed. he grins lopsided, teeth crooked and painted red. the sight is altogether ghoulish.

limb choppy choppy (lan fan + greed + ling, fma, part of the revival au)

And Greed is stilling his struggles, catching his wandering hand in his own, running comforting circles with his thumb over Ling's blood-smeared cheek. “Hey, you little pissant, this is nothing, piddly kids table shit. Remember that time that one Central soldier tried to gut us? Right down the middle, like splitting a sausage. Goddamn crimson tide. I thought we'd never get the blood out of that coat. Now that was an injury.”

“T-they took my arm.”

“Yeah, and who needs one of those anyway? Gonna get you all sorted, get you one of those shiny metal ones, like your girl Lan Fan here. Guess the adjustment period takes a bit, a year or three, but bet we could expedite the process with proper motivation. I'm thinking sandwiches.”

He laughs, or something approaching as much, a soggy intake of air. She's struck with an unexpected wave of jealousy, that it's Greed that's offering reassurance and intimate personal jokes. A former homunculus, a former demon, a watery imitation of a man. Creature comforts from the creature. It should be me, she thinks, though she has nothing to offer beyond promises of protection, and even those feel like falsehoods after all that has happened here. Comforting platitudes are beyond her. What could I ever say to make this better?

lets get lit fam (greedling + ed, fma)

wobbly-legged, too uncoordinated to walk. almost stumbles into a line of trash cans at the mouth of the alley, but ed hooks his elbow and steers him away. "what the hell were you thinking? we're supposed to be keeping a low profile."

it's not an accusation he's fully equipped to grapple, not when he's still so bleary from sleep—and some other pleasant, dizzying sensation he thinks might be inebriation. he's never woken up drunk before. he's never been drunk before period. "what'd i do?"

"not you, ling. you would have gone straight for the food menu, not the liquor list. i'm talking to the dipshit you share a mental occupancy with. greed, what the hell?"

"was just a few drinks," ling slurs, but it's not his words, or his voice, and wow he's never been so aware of his own tongue before.

solid citizen (ling + greed, fma)

"geez, kid, you're certainly in a mood." so he was reading his thoughts, just fantastic. he look he gives him is withering, but greed pats his shoulder, almost condescendingly, pitying for sure.

"you're plenty fine, kid. i'll give you the ears, but you're top shelf in the looks department otherwise. if you were ugly, i'd tell you straight up. i don't lie. this here," he points to his own face. "is ugly. nothing like my old human face."

it's a bated response, he knows, and he doesn't really feel like playing, but greed did make a passing effort to make him feel better. "human face?"

he beams, dreamily, which is an impressively soft expression to pull off a mouthful of razors, and ling is suddenly reminded of the mythology of the man fawning over his own reflection. surely greed can't be that vain? "yeah i was a real stunner. fucking gorgeous." or maybe he could, apparently, what did ling know anyway.

wreckage (vincent, re-l, ergo proxy)

When she makes it back to the Rabbit, chest burning and damp with exertion, Vincent has already stripped Pino of her overalls and laid her across the table. Cooling fluids draining, frayed wiring spooling out of her gashed torso, sprawled like a tiny metal Tityos. Her left arm is snapped off and dangling at the elbow, her eyes glassy – glass, literal glass – staring at the ceiling. Broken doll parts. Just another disassembled AutoReiv, but this isn't like that at all, because Pino isn't just another AutoReiv. She's like Iggy--

It's almost too much for Re-l to take. Hand over her mouth, breathing sharp through her fingers in short repetitions. Tries to steel herself, to be calm and assertive, because one of them has to be, and Vincent-- Vincent was awkward and mousy and sensitive, Vincent who spilled his cereal and tripped over his own feet and housed an ancient being of unspeakable power in his lanky boy-frame. But his god-strength was of no use here, drowned under the weak, simpering, overpowering grief for something that was no more human than he was.

do NOT worry about meryl (vash + wolfwood + milly, trigun)

milly caught the hurt. naive, for sure, but shrewd. "oh, we'd never think that of you, mr. vash. it's just our job as representatives of the bernadelli insurance society to mitigate any and all damages from the humanoid typhoon, even the rumored ones."

wolfwood: "bernadelli employing a little insurance of their own, eh?"

milly nods. "if we had to pay out claims on every false report of mr. vash's wrongdoings, we'd go belly up in no time!"

caught up on the word 'wrongdoing', growls, "you make it sound like i'm doing any of this on purpose."

"it's just sensible. your name has a lot of weight, vash."

grumbles: "yeah, i'm aware."

"and that's why meryl was so insistent on following up on this one, even knowing it wasn't really you. so many people drag your name through the mud, and it just doesn't seem fair at all."

his name had long since been dragged, strangled and shot, left to rot under a flock of buzzards circling its carcass in the heat. There was no saving it. still, the intent was kind, if not bewildering. "you...were trying to protect my reputation?"

milly looks at him like he's insane for thinking otherwise. "well, yeah. we've come to think of you as a friend, mr. vash, and that's what friends do.”

baby scrub (locke + rachel, ff6)

offers his hand and a single word: "lock."

her faces scrunches distastefully at his uncouth greeting, but she's not sure what else she was expecting from a dirty street boy. "lock?"

"with an e," he adds, as if that clarifies anything.

"that can't be real. you just made that up."

"all names are made up," huffs locke-with-an-e, looking impatient with her slow uptake on this odd world of his. "and i never said it was real, but it's all you're going to get."

spike bday (spike + dawn, btvs)

“if I show you something, you need to promise not to say anything. not to the watcher, or your sister. not to anyone, right?”

even through her tears, she nods, curious. spike's always good for skirting just outside the limits of good taste.

“I'm serious. spool your intestines out your nose, string 'em up like christmas garland. I mean it.”

“colorful threats of bodily dismemberment, I get it.”

hands her a faded yellow tintype. a young man, twenty-five or thirty maybe, a riot of disheveled curls, glasses, frumpy suit. not an unattractive man, but a timid one, uncertainty written into the slanted bow of his shoulders. he had the weedy air of someone who spent a lot of time duct taped to flag poles, or whatever the victorian equivalent would be. did it count as a twirly if you were dunked into a chamber pot?

a rebellious counterpoint in wrinkled tweed to the hard, starched lines of victorian decorum – interesting, but not very relevant. and a little disappointing, if she was being totally honest. spike's anecdotes usually had more flash and gore. “I don't get it.”

he's exasperated, fingers twitching like he's ready to snatch it away, and he tucks his hands under his arms in an awkward self hug. she takes in the hard set of his jaw and the...flush of his cheeks? god, she didn't even know vampires could blush. it had to take some serious breaking of undead physiology to ping that level of embarrassment, and something beyond that even to flap the unflappable spike. he hisses impatiently. “would you just—look at the face.”

and she does, tilting the little photo to and fro in the dim of the crypt. unassuming man-hermione with hair that cannot be tamed. sharp cheekbones and dark heavy brows under the rims of his glasses and suddenly she sees it—him—the angular planes of his face coming into sharp relief, like a camera finding its focus. “oh. oh my god! this is you. holy crap, spike. you look....”

“normal,” he finishes for her, and something in her stomach swoops and clenches, stones in a pond. “mundane.”

“i was going to say like a megawatt dorklord, but we can use your word instead.” she wipes her nose on the back of her hand. he snorts, amused and embarrassed.  

“i was a poet.”

she tried to envision anything beyond smutty limericks carved onto the wall of a bathroom stall.

“were you ever published?”

“i was a shitty poet,” he amends, grimacing.

boston au (spike + dawn, btvs)

bodily kicking a dumpster, sending it careening into the street with a rusty scream of metal. a hydrant follows suit, ripped from the sidewalk. caps off his tantrum with a boot to the side of Angel's GTX, but even the size-10 crater marring the passenger door of the angelmobile did little to ease his frustration.

“better?” dawn asks, when he drops bodily into the driver's seat with an aching sigh, anger dissipating. she looks so tiny and forlorn, knees drawn to her chest, picking at a cigarette burn in the upholstery. two years ago she'd have been a ripe treat, poor little lost lamb. now the idea twists his gut, her sorrow palpable, proprietary, under his skin and in his veins.

“no,” he grunts, staring out impassively at the aftermath of his outburst. water spurting from the sidewalk, skip spilling out into the road. half a dozen cars along the block chirping in a chorus of wailing alarms. and angel in the foyer, something vaguely resembling pity etched across his massive cavebrow. fucking wanker.

...

“we go back to sunnydale then. try again. badger the scoobies until they agree to help. we'll figure this out.”

“i don't want to.” quietly. barely a whisper.

“to figure it out?”

“to go back.”

“dawn...”

“there's nothing there. they're not going to help because i'm nothing. it's an ongoing memorial to my own non-existence. can we not go back? can we just keep driving?”

“where?”

“I don't care. away.”

thinks about leaving sunnydale. thinks about what he's leaving behind. shitty memories, regrets, lost love. he has a small collection of personal effects; records, first edition books, family heirlooms that cannot be replaced, a hundred years of mementos of his whirlwind romance with dru. wonders if he can ring up clem, ask him to send a care package once they get to wherever they're going. looks at dawn in her clearance-rack pajamas, realizes she has lost everything. she has no belongings, no family, no remnants left as evidence she even had a family. nothing but him and her, here, in this moment.

it's just stuff. it's surprisingly easy to let go.

he drives.

taco hell  (spike + dawn, btvs, part of the boston / unravel au)

Right where her window was supposed to be, a swirling doorway of light ringed in licking green flame, spilling out into....a fast food restaurant?

"I think it's Taco Bell," Dawn said, pinching a tissue to her--aw hell--bleeding finger. He took inventory of the spell books around her, the scrying bowl, and the ashy pentagram burnt into 70s shag weave of her bedroom carpet. So much for their security deposit.

"You opened a hell dimension to Taco Bell?"

She craned her head to squint at the pimply teenager manning the register, oblivious to his cross-dimension spectators. "I think it's just a regular Taco Bell. I don't see any dragons or shrimp people or anything."

"Not all alternate universes have shrimp people."

"I know that. You know, it actually looks like the one downtown, across from the KFC? On Kellner? Unless the Kellner Street Taco Bell is a Taco Hell. I've been reading up about liminal spaces, where the fabric between realities is weakened. Maybe it's a hot spot, and all the employees are actually like, octopus centaurs. How would we know? Not like I'm going to crawl over the counter to check, you know?"

"Well, now's your chance to ask Squiddly Diddly here what he's got going on downstairs." Slack-jawed employee finally cottoned on to the door to another universe in the restaurant lobby. Dawn awkwardly waves. Poc Ock waves back, bewildered, before the portal collapses in on itself in a burst of white light.

"It stopped bleeding." she holds up her finger.

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(I don’t think anyone would, but as a precaution: please don’t reblog these to the Herald. They’re sloppy and incomplete and mixed in with a bunch of other fandoms so it’d just be really weird. THANK)