23 Tiny Wishes

 promo / lunafreya / komaeda / blog is a wip, please hang in there while we get sorted

About: 

tba

Mun:

Jenny, she/her, 25+. Semi-active. You can't prove I'm not actually three hamsters in a trenchcoat.

Completed Materials in the VII Universe:

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Rules:

   Basics: This blog is mutual only, selective, and not spoiler-free. I don’t typically tag spoilers, either, so please be mindful of this should you choose to follow. Blah blah standard rp etiquette stuff. Let’s not be terrible to one another.     Non-RP Blogs: Are welcome to follow and interact with me, my muse, or any guest muses in the ask box. That said, please don’t reblog posts or threads unless otherwise specified. If you’re ever curious, don’t be scared to ask!     Triggers: If it’s canon, it’ll likely be here at some point. I tag whatever I think to be default, but I will also tag upon request. Tags are formatted: “cw:trigger” so blacklist as needed.     Shipping: I’m always open to discussing all kinds of ships, be they romantic, platonic, familial, or something else altogether. That said: please don’t use me or my muse solely for shipping fodder. I’ve had...experiences, and it’s discouraging to say the least. I’ll usually only ship where I feel there’s potential and chemistry.     Ship Wars: For the love of all that is holy (heh) I have less than no desire to take part in the nightmare that is shipping discourse. I love Aerith, and Tifa, and Cloud, and Zack, and every combination thereof. Genuine, kind, and good-natured discussion is welcome - the uglier stuff that inevitably follows is not. We don't pit brilliant women against one another in this house. NSFW Content: I am well over 18. Adult content is permitted on this blog. However, I will only thread NSFW plots of any kind with muns and muses who are of age, and with whom I feel comfortable. Implied content will be tagged with “#lemon scented’ and more explicit content will be tagged with “#lemon” so please blacklist accordingly. Furthermore, I feel the need to firmly state that absolutely no romantic content will be threaded with muns who are under 18 or with whom I don’t feel comfortable, regardless of their muse.     Crossovers: Are welcome and encouraged!! Provided I know at least a little something about the other fandom and characters, and/or you’re willing to help me up to speed.     Formatting: I have a preferred format for replies, but it isn’t set in stone. If you have accessibility requirements, such as text size, please tell me and I’ll do my best to be accommodating.     Hard Lines: For personal reasons, I will not write any of the following: yandere, cheating, anything in which my muse intentionally mistreats her loved one/s in a way that’s out of character, custody/certain family disputes, explicit depictions of domestic abuse (with precious few exemptions), explicit depictions of animal abuse. Thank you for understanding.     New Interactions: If you’re wanting to interact with me and not sure where to start, the simple solution is just to scream in my DMs, or leave something in my inbox. Seriously, don’t ever feel unwelcome. Likewise, it’s always okay to continue inbox memes into new threads. I typically try to respond to things in a way that leaves room for further replies, so if that’s something you’re curious about, now you know. Once again: interactions are always welcome, even if I can be a little slow to respond. And that's it. I've tried to keep this list fairly brief and easy to follow, but if you have any further questions, I'll be only too happy to answer to the best of my ability.

﹟   protective [ … ]﹕ receiver  shows  protectiveness  over  sender .

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Tagged Appropriately [accepting]

❝You mind backing off?❞ Those words lack her usual levity as Aerith heedlessly charges forward, placing herself between Cloud and his attacker. He's the last one left - they had been a small group; bandits who attack anyone who seems worth robbing. Cloud carries more than his share of weight in fights of course, but let it never be said that Aerith, even without his training, lacks for tenacity.

She manages to intercept the blow with her staff. It isn't much work to send a small fire spell his way, knocking him backward until he hits his head and falls unconscious. With a satisfied expression she dusts off her dress, turning to Cloud.

I'm grateful for all the words we've shared For all the moments, and the memories You've made me more happy than you know

Prompto rose to his feet as she leaned down to grab her basket. He gave her a slightly confused look, watching as she settled it on her arm. "Uh... sure. If you're sure it won't be a bother or something," he said slowly. He was a little bit hesitant, not because he didn't trust her, though it was the slums, but because he didn't want ot be a bother. She was clearly on her way somewhere specific, maybe a job, he didn't want to get her in trouble.

❝It'll be fine. Promise.❞

Aerith mimes crossing her heart. She isn't the type to travel in silence, humming once again to fill the air between them. For those who know about the church, it's a refuge. For those who don't, well...Aerith can't exactly blame them. It's off the beaten path, nestled amongst abandoned, run-down buildings. Unassuming on the outside but a treasure within, it might just be her favourite place in all of Midgar.

♢ - for my muse to introduce yours to a family member

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Symbol Prompts [accepting]

♢ - for my muse to introduce yours to a family member

❝Are you sure you're ready to do this? My Mom can be a pretty tough customer.❞

She stands between Zack and the entrance to her home: a pathway through the garden she'd kept for as long as she's lived here. There's a knowing smile as she clasps her hands behind her back, bracing herself for that trademark bravado that has become so endearing to her.

"That's impossible."

Clearly, he aims to meet her playfulness with simple logic; as far as Sephiroth knows, muscles don't freeze with the wind. ...But he cannot deny that a tiny seed of doubt has been placed, either...

"I can't answer that, then, or I'd have to kill you," he points out, watching her with something like confusion.

❝Ah, then I probably shouldn't ask.❞ Of course, wild chocobos couldn't stop her inquisitiveness, and Aerith revels in the small fragment of chaos she has ignited.

Prompto smiled sheepishly, shrugging slightly at the praise. He wasn't used to it, and he wasn't really sure how to respond to it. So he just ended up chuckling awkwardly. "Thanks."

She stood up and offered a hand to him. Straightening, he brushed dirt from his hand onto his jeans before taking her hand, his smile a little shy. "Prompto. It's nice to meet you. Uh, sorry if I interrupted you from something you were doing," he said, glancing down at her basket.

She follows Prompto's gaze down to her basket and she shakes her head. ❝Oh! No, you didn't interrupt anything. I was just--actually...❞

As she leans down to grab it, a thought occurs to her. He is a photographer, skilled at finding beauty in the ugliest places. So what if she were to take him somewhere truly beautiful?