#hiraitz

[yikeen]

   ‘‘   tidus,   ’’   for  how  clear  her  voice escaped  her,  yuna  still  found  herself  shifting  between  her  heels,  nervously  clasping  her  hands  together.  ah,  well,  she  already  spoke  up,  and  with  the  night  sky  urging  her  to  continue,  she  might  as  well  finish  what  she  started.   ‘‘    𝘥𝘰  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦  ?   ’’   @hiraitz.

[revolverized]

⎈ back at u hehe

trope central / somehow still accepting

⎈ My character pins yours to the ground while fighting/sparring. 

Okay, maybe he hadn’t expected Tidus to be that good at fighting.

He’d seen him in action, and his methods were... questionable. He wasn’t terrible, hell knows he wouldn’t have been called here if he wasn’t able to take care of himself, and Squall had seen him hold his own against a good few capable fighters.

But he wasn’t... polished. It was clear from everything from his stance to his footwork to the directions he swung that he was more than likely self taught. His style of swordwork was haphazard and sloppy, and to someone who’d spent a life dedicated to it? Well, it made him cringe if he watched for too long.

So when he’d offered to spar, it was more just an excuse to give him a few pointers.

He hadn’t expected said methods to be as effective as they clearly were against him, overwhelming him easily with speed and unreadable movements. He’d known Tidus was a force to be reckoned with, but this was a shock.

So once he’d sent Squall sprawling to the ground in a matter of minutes, kneeling over him with his weapon poked in the ground beside him and that damned grin plastered over his face, he didn’t really have it in him to do much more than stare up at him, wide eyed and chest rising and falling as he gasped for air.

“Up for another round? Or do you have some other plans to rob me of my dignity?”

[mettleforged-blog]

sc // @hiraitz

“Tidus, I believe I heard them say? A pleasure to meet yet another of Lady Yuna’s capable Guardians.”

He’s approached him off to the side, just away from the others so their conversation won’t be more than gentle murmur. Not that it would make a difference; he has no plans of making this anything more than friendly chatter.

He smiles down at him, a warm but political expression, hands clasped over one another in front of himself.

“I regret I don’t believe I recognize much of your personal style. Tell me, might I ask what part of Spira you are from?”

[atlaslain]

hiraitz replied to your post: revolverized replied to your post: ...

what about squack fairhart, then u got a full name

hey google how do i delete this from my brain

[kijoku]

   ‘‘   love  isn’t  child’s  play,  y’know.  one  wrong  step  and  your chances---------   ’’  he  snaps  his  fingers  because  he’s  dramatic  like  that,   ‘‘   𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚,  𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁  𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁.  so  listen  to  me,  will  ya  ?   ’’   @hiraitz  ♡’ ed.

[igtia]

tidus vc hey iggy what's for lunch I'm hongry

          »   @hiraitz .

  ‘‘   i’m  surprised,  tidus.  𝘪𝘵’𝘴  𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺  𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯  𝘵𝘸𝘰  𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴  𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵  𝘢𝘵𝘦.  truthfully,  i  haven’t  thought  of  what  we’ll  have  for  lunch———  you  could  grab  a  snack  meanwhile.  𝗶  𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁  𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲  𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀,  but  gladio  can  share  some  of  his  seemingly  unlimited  cup  noodles.   ’’

[elysiaregal]

hiraitz replied to your post “‘ my heart busts a nut every time someone tells me they saw something...”

this is so cute but also imagine noct teaching tidus how to use a phone

noct: so anyway this is a meme,,, and this is king’s knight. if u don’t like king’s knight we can’t be friends. and this is tumblr,,, u may wanna stay away from that.....

[kiibearer-a]

theme song :00

SOUNDTRACKS | accepting 

LA CALLING - crystal fighters

It's time for fun, love's so new and youngThe time has come for new movements

[venusmov]

luminous     fragments,   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬,    complementing    the    authentic    source    of    light    during    the    night,  𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧,    a   divine    interpretation   of    the   summoner   escorted    by   their    reliable    guardians.    the  party    decided    to    accommodate    at    the     𝘥𝘫𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯,   𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚     correct   ?    yet,   in   this case    was    to    recompose    their    energies     ----     currently   the   magician   opted   for   a   different  repose,   where  the   buzz    of    wind    was    a    signal    of    peace     ---     well,   lulu   was   not   the   only  one   to   opt   for   certain   respite.     ❝    you    should    be      𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨   ...    ❞    crimson   orbs   remained   focused   upon   the   starry   sky,   stoic   features   with   a   firm   tone   disapproving   his   presence. 

★  ⌒  * ･ﾟ             @hiraitz     /      ★    

[yikeen]

   ‘‘   aw,  c’mon,  you  gotta  pose  for  me  !  just  one  pic  !  please  ?  pretty  please  ?  and  i  won’t  ask  anything  of  you  ever  again  !   ’’    @hiraitz  ♡’ ed.  (  1  /  ?  )

[revolverized]

‘ at night i dream of you. ’

“You shouldn’t.”

He swallows back the emotion bubbling up at that admission, pushes it down with a glare speaking only to annoyance. Can’t let himself unpack that, what it could mean. What it has to mean.

No point in a road like that. Not for him.

“If I’d known you were going to get this attached, I never would’ve let you tag along as Guardian.”

Keep it diplomatic, focus on Tidus’ emotion. Not his own. That was what mattered in the end, after all.

“Just... Get lost.”

[mettleforged-blog]

“ you are something damned ” @ seymour :)

He’s right. Of course he is, isn’t that what he’s always aimed for?

To be the damnedest of all. Where everyone else has fallen, chosen out of necessity, victims of circumstance, he will stand apart from them. Every action, every step, is all to this end. To become ultimate abomination, fall as far from perceivable grace as possible, all in the name of being a savior. A noble sacrifice, a choice he made entirely of his own will. To throw himself into such a predicament. All for the sake of all living beings, to prevent them from being as such. One man’s suffering as a fallen, to end that of everyone else’s. To damn himself was the way.

To say he was achieving that was a compliment.

But he wouldn’t understand that. Not this one. Something that kept him set apart from the rest, a streak of stubborn heresy that made him such a curious anomaly. Really, it just made this all the more interesting. Provided he didn’t interfere too far.

“Really, now, is that any way to talk to a man of fayth? My apologies if I’ve offended.”

[atlaslain]

💚 and maybe a little ❤?

order ur ships here!          /          @hiraitz

💚 - friendship❤ - romantic relationship          absolutely! they’re def gonna be great friends bc what else do u expect when u put two outwardly cheerful heroes with inner trauma together. i could absolutely see crushes and romance developing there too, though mayhaps our ffx verse would make that uhhh really sad?? considering tidus is a dream and zack is only clinging to existence through sheer willpower. ALTHOUGH THE TRAGIC SHIPS ARE THE BEST KIND. 

[finalhcaven-blog]

*・ﾟ @hiraitz . STARTER CALL

          “ my kids seemed loathe to give this back ; no chance i could buy it off you, hm ?? ” she’s only half joking, tossing the light blue blitzball up in the air a few times. it feels odd in her hand, but she’s not all too comfortable with the sport to know how to use it the right way. “ sorry if they hogged it too much. ”

[imnevergonnagiveyouup]

@hiraitz / s.c.

   Cloud’s unsure of what’s going on, but something about this room seems familiar to him. It takes him a quick second to get his vision to clear as he attempts to use every ounce of strength in his state of disorientation to sit up, but it eventually comes to and so does the scene around him. A dark room, paperwork a thrown-out mess, and a steel bed of some kind right in the middle. The scene doesn’t fully sink into him just yet so he just stares blankly ahead at that empty-lit bed. For some reason he can feel just how cold and hard it would feel for his back if he were laying right on it, but he isn’t so why does it feel like he’s laying right there right now? Why does he feel like his back is pressing right above it? He takes ownership over his breath and his vision strays away from the bed to see if he can catch a hint of anything else. Of why he’s so tired? Why he feels so exhausted? He can’t shake off this feeling..this feeling that he’s not really there. It’s throwing him off, making his head spin to feel this disconnect. Gift from heaven, or a favor from hell, but he sees something that lights a spark in him and not the good kind, it makes him want to panic. A scalpel, knives of all sorts, shackles, and hooks, scissors, and forceps. His steady breathing suddenly becomes louder, slowly becoming erratic and out of his control yet again—one thing he notes that they have in common is that they’re bloody, there’s blood on them and with that realization so does the memory come to him of just where this is and why it’s so familiar to him. ‘..No, no, not here again.’ He tries to keep his composure, but it feels like someone’s dropped weights over him that prevents him from moving about at all in the first place. “Zack..” And suddenly he remembers. Zack should be here. “Zack!” Cloud calls out for him yet again and forces himself to stand, ignoring how much his muscles are screaming for him to remain still. He looks about for any signs of his friend now that he knows where he is exactly, but nothing, not even a response, not even a sign that he isn’t alone. That’s the case until he turns around and is face to face with himself, a younger version of himself floating within a mako tank, unresponsive, one can presume he’s dead, but Cloud knows that’s not it—since he’s right here. 

Right? You’re right here, are you sure?

   He’ll ignore and as memories continue to return he turns to look at the other mako tank, the other mako tank where Zack should be..but he isn’t. Something’s not right here, where’s Zack? Zack should be right there he’s sure! He turns again to look at the mako tank where his younger self is still floating within far away from him where he can’t reach him just yet. He rests his hand against the glass, against the words that with his nails he carved to communicate with Zack in those rare times where he was able to come to, outlining them with his gloved fingertips. “..Wake up.” Who? Him or the other him? “Cloud, you need to wake up.” Forming his hand into a fist he slams it against the glass with the small strengths he does have, but nothing at least not from his younger self. From behind him some flask seems to have been pushed off a shelf shattering when it makes contact with the floor. It alerts Cloud and he turns to look at it, preparing himself to what might come next or at least he thinks he was prepared for as he turns his head to look over his shoulder his place has been swapped with his younger former within the mako tank—now with him inside and his younger self outside staring in, but not with his eyes, no, they were familiar green reptilian-like ones. His eyes widen, not in surprise, but fear, he’s wide awake and he can already feel the overwhelming doses of mako attacking his system, starting to drown him so he tries to break out, punching the glass from the inside, pushing his weight against it in hopes to tip it over or something..anything! ‘This isn’t real, this isn’t real!’ He tries to convince himself. It’s just one of JENOVA’s illusions again, then why does he feel like he’s actually drowning, like the strengths are getting sucked right out of him again? If this isn’t real then..

   “Wake up, Cloud.” His younger self orders him and with that instruction he’s zapped out of all of his strength, will alone not strong enough to even keep his eyes open as he falls prisoner to the mako around him once more. 

   Water droplets fall from an edge of a rocky surface right upon Cloud’s cheek—once, twice, three times could be the charm. Cloud, sprawled on his back, slowly comes to thanks to the water that keeps dripping on his cheek in constant. He strains his features, shutting his eyes further, and instead closes and opens his dominant hand slowly to regain some feeling. It does the trick after a couple of minutes and oh how he regrets it. He’s shot with an immense pain right through his spine and one hell of a heated one through his right leg. He’s hesitant with opening his eyes, but he does it eventually even if he would much prefer not to. He’s no longer in that cursed basement and instead can guess that he’s somewhere on the outside world, the only resemblance to what he assumes to have been a bad nightmare is that it’s dark. Where he is..is dark, but above, above no. Cloud can see the skies through a crack in the land and it makes him furrow his brows. “Did I fall in here..?” He wonders, no memory of such a thing happening coming up at all for now. How did that happen? What was he doing? All he remembers is leaving Materia’s tower with..‘Tidus.’ The name rings even more red alarms for him. Oh no, what happened to Tidus? If he fell down here then where’s Tidus? Cloud tests his luck, trying to move around and through that trial he finds that he’s been limited. His right leg is fucked up, he surmises, which further pushes that narrative that he really did fall from all the way up there. “Fuck.” He curses, having to drag himself towards his fusion sword, thinking of using that as support for the time being. 

   Hopefully it’ll heal slowly, benefits of being a mako enhanced human with some change. Using the fusion sword to support himself he relies on his left leg to straighten himself up. An eventual success when he’s at last left standing. One look at his surroundings, he takes in the mist that challenges his vision. Something about it doesn't feel right, Cloud finding that his eyes feel much more heavier than they should, like he's getting drowsier or something. “Tidus!” He calls out for his companion, leaning against the rocky surfaces on his right so to not depend entirely on the blade should he need it to combat some manikins. “Tidus can you hear me?!” His voice echoes. Just how big is this place? Where even is this place in the first place? Yelling is also probably not the brightest ideas he’s ever had, because that there’s manikins down here there is and not too far away from him either.

[elysiaregal]

‘ my heart busts a nut every time someone tells me they saw something and they thought of me. ’ ( THGRFDTGHYTGDF, but this is also me too )

meme.          /          @hiraitz

          “that’s...” cute. not so much the busting-a-nut imagery, but the other parts. noct doesn’t quite get around to delivering the compliment and the sentence trails off awkwardly into the air --- far too late to salvage it now, so he mumbles, “my friends usually do that with me when they see something dumb. like that one meme of the really smug cat with the knife to its face. they’re always like ‘ha, that’s you’.” does tidus know memes? does whichever world he’s from have memes? gods, this is a disaster.          “i, uh. i hope your friends think of you for --- nicer things.”