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                                            Tifa Lockhart

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✸ I want to plot with you

✤ I want to ship with you

✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great

❦ I sort of secretly ship a thing with your muse(s)

✷ I wish our characters was friends

✢ I like your characters

✱ I don’t like your characters

✣ I like the way you express your muse(s)

✫ I don’t like the way you express your muse(s)

☬ I feel like your characters are underdeveloped

❂ I don’t agree on all your headcanons

✡ I agree on all your headcanons

❋ Your blog is one of my favs

✦ I like seeing you on my dash

✵ I don’t follow you for roleplay

✧ I wish you would notice me

✩ You intimidate me

✪ You seem like a cool person

✺ You’re hard to approach

✻ I wish you weren’t so shy

❄ I look up to you

❆ I love your art

❇ I love the way you write

* I want to learn to know you

# I’m too shy to approach to you

☓ We should talk!

[So…I wrote this all in one sitting.  There’s more to come - Cloud’s POV follows this passage - but the beginning part is all Tifa. Kind of a follow up to my one-shot piece, Outside - follows Cloud at the very beginning of the OG]

Tifa smiled to herself as she finished drying off the last pint glass, placing it back in the rack. She very judiciously tried to ignore Barret’s probing stare as he came back upstairs from Seventh Heaven’s basement hideout; she could tell there was a question behind Barret’s frown, before he even opened his mouth.

She had a feeling she knew what the question was going to be, too; but one thing Tifa was not sure of, was how she would answer.  Or if she even could.

“Where’d he go?” Barret asked her gruffly, his frown deepening as he took a seat at the bar.  “The hell’s wrong with him, anyway?”  

Tifa pursed her lips, cheeks flaming slightly, ready to spring to Cloud’s defense.  “He just stepped outside to get some air, Barret…don’t worry about it.  What do you mean, what’s wrong with him?” She wanted to get Barret’s take on Cloud, even though he’d only just met him; Tifa had been wondering the same thing herself.  It was Cloud, just like she remembered him….but also not at all like she’d remembered him.  He was acting…not like himself.  Cockier than Tifa had remembered him being, but maybe that came of being in SOLDIER.  And then he’d talked about that day as though he’d been there.

But he wasn’t there…I don’t remember him being there…I don’t think?  Tifa shook her head, trying to gather her thoughts, to make sense of the puzzle pieces of her past that didn’t quite seem to fit together neatly. I lost a lot of blood that day…maybe I’m the one with a bad memory?  

“I mean,” Barret continued, downing half a bottle of soda pop in one go, “somethin’ wrong with him.  I know you say he’s your friend from back home, but how well do you really know ‘im, Tifa?”  Barret finished the rest of his soda, exhaled a satisfied sounding sigh, and set the bottle back on the bar.  They had a mission the next day, Reactor No. 5, and Barret never drank the night before a job.  Tempting though it was, living beneath a bar, Barret wanted to keep a clear head when it came to business.

“We grew up together,” Tifa replied, shrugging her shoulders. “Cloud lived next door to me for….well, ever since I could remember.  He was…kind of sweet on me, back then.”   She smiled a bit at that, remembering.

Barret chuckled, then leaned his arms on the bar, shaking his head.   “Childhood sweethearts, huh? He sure seems like he’s still tryin’ ta impress ya – “

“No – well – it wasn’t like that,”  Tifa explained quickly.  “We – we never dated or anything like that.  Cloud….he had a huge crush on me, I knew that much.  Everyone knew it, really.”

“So you didn’t like him back?  Man…that’s cold, Tifa,”  Barret commented, laughing and teasing.  Tifa’s face reddened again.

“Barret!  Just stop. It wasn’t like that. He – I thought Cloud was cute, okay?  But – he was always getting into fights back then.  He was picked on a lot by the other kids.  Sometimes….sometimes I wish I’d said something to them, to get them to stop.  I could have stuck up for him more than I did.  But I didn’t want to embarrass Cloud, either.” She sighed.  “Maybe I should’ve said something – “

“Nah, you did what you thought was right at the time, yeah?”     Barret shrugged, feeling a small pang of sympathy, but mostly he was indifferent. After all, why should Tifa blame herself for something that had happened so many years ago?  “Wasn’t your fault, right? Can’t be fightin’ the dude’s battles for him – “

“Well…” Tifa continued slowly.  “It wasn’t only that.  Something happened.  I got hurt – and Papa – “  her voice caught on the word, only for a second – “He blamed Cloud. I think that was the last straw for him, really.  Cloud left Nibelheim not long after that.  Said he’d prove everyone wrong.”  She remembered that last night, the last time she’d even seen Cloud until he resurfaced in Midgar years later.

But she didn’t share that memory with Barret, for some reason it felt like one she wanted to keep to herself; it was too private.  Just between the two of them and nobody else.

“Huh.  Well…I guess he showed ‘em, joinin’ SOLDIER an’ all, yeah?” Barret raised a bushy eyebrow quizzically.  “Too bad he hooked up with the damn Shinra – “

“But he’s not with them anymore, Barret,”  Tifa clarified.   “You have to remember that.”  

Barret snorted, and got up from his seat at the bar.  “I don’t know nothin’ about the guy, Tifa.  You’re vouching for him, so I’m hopin’ you’re right about this dude.  He don’t seem right to me.  Looks all skinny, and his eyes  - “

“That’s from the mako, Barret.  Remember? The mako treatments for SOLDIER – “

“That’s not what I mean, Tifa.  His eyes – looks like he seen a ghost or something.  They look – haunted.  Like he ain’t all there.”

“Well, he was in SOLDIER, right?  He’s probably seen some horrible things.”  Tifa was grasping for what felt like a reasonable explanation, but she didn’t believe it herself.  Not entirely. Barret was right, and he didn’t even know Cloud, not the way Tifa did.  Cloud wasn’t all there.  What had those eyes seen?  What had Cloud been through, and what made him defect from Shinra?

All he ever talked about was becoming good enough for SOLDIER…it was his dream.  And he walked away from that dream.  Something really, really bad must have happened to him, Tifa mused.  

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“Next time don’t wait until the budget or I won’t help you. The loss will be on you just as much as the embezzler.” Rufus warned. He knew his father well enough to know Heidegger wasn’t going anywhere. This was merely going to end up with a slap on the wrist and then tucked under a rug.

I’ve gained 30 pounds since 2014. Oddly I’d lost thirty pounds when my dad got sick; there was a lot of running around, waiting at hospitals, not having time to eat or forgetting to.

But then he died, the grief hit even harder - I don’t know why I thought I’d be magically okay after the funeral, this is not how it works. Just because there’s an end point, just because i was even a bit relieved that he was no longer suffering, that did not switch off my grief.

It only got worse. And I dealt with it by eating, and sleeping, not doing much of anything except trying not to feel. And the weight came back.

I feel old and tired and out of shape now. And I used to run, how I loved to run. I went out for a spell yesterday. Ran 15 minutes and got a stitch in my side. Swell.

But. I got a taste, I forgot what it felt like to just propel myself and have the wind push me back, to feel my hair flying back behind me in the breeze.

I will run again. A little bit further next time, and the time after that.

Surprisingly, though, Scarlet didn’t seem to mind his stubble.  Cid grinned, glancing over Scarlet’s shoulder at the scattered blueprints on her desk.

Title: Sephiroth, Part 1 Fandom: FFVII Characters: Sephiroth/Genesis Notes: Very NSFW. Basically a prelude for a board game sequel where Sephiroth will be the Board. Here, Sephiroth and Genesis explore Sephiroth’s sexual particularities.

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is out of it, needing release.

My muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is in a haze, needing release.

Your muse is being beat up by mine, something your muse did must of been the last straw.

My muse is being beat up by yours, something they did must of been the last straw.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is being punished by mine.

My muse is being punished by yours.

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

My muse has blackmail over yours.

Your muse catches mine naked.

My muse catches yours naked.