#bloodfcst

Zack catches the attention of the shop owner, letting him know he’ll be back to finish the repairs, before running after the vaguely familiar figure. He can’t just let them slip past.

“Hey, you— I know you! Treasure princess! Right?!”

the view is just as she recalled in books at shinra’s library .     still , it is surreal .     from a small four walled room , to a larger three walled space , to the vast freedom she could roam , the island of wutai is beyond astonishing .     she is in a state of wonder , like a child’s first visit to the gold saucer .

‘     wow . . . !     ‘     her breath is taken away by the sight .     the ability to see sky , water and mountains all in the same view is astonishing .     when her doe-eyed gaze climbs to top seeing long bridges that connect the gaps for trekking , she gulps .     ‘     is---- is that the only way ?     ‘     oh boy .

@bloodfcst​ sent in: SEND 🌼 - FOR YOUR MUSE TO PUT A FLOWER CROWN ON MY MUSES’ HEAD. 

her fingers work quickly and diligently, weaving flower stems together. she is making a flower crown, a simple one; there white and orange ranunculuses, put together with baby’s breath and stock. there’s an occasional hum that comes from her as she works at her kitchen table alone, and she smiles once she’s satisfied with it.

When Accordo collapsed under the weight of Leviathan, Yufi felt as if she should have gone down with it. To be in alliance, in neutrality with Nifelhem was bad enough.. but now to be subservient to them felt even worse, under the constant fear from the daemons. ❛ The guard is coming, ❜  they’d been advised, but Yufi felt  little ease from it. If the crown prince had died in the first attack of Insomnia and the Oracle in Altissia, was there any hope which remained?

Maybe it is because she’s a teen, and the darkness came too fast, but it’s hard to believe in hope when there’s little evidence of it and what’s evident instead is that the people will be left to fend for themselves. And while Yufi’s got enough basic training to fight the most practical of guards, to provide care for those wounded on the field, she’s not one to believe that a life that only entails of that is worth living. She needs something bigger, a larger purpose, an actual drive… or she could go out trying.

❝ Well, sitting around like ducks waiting for death one way or another isn’t worth it, either. I can’t just stay here. ❞

   The fall of Accordo was the beginning of the end. Anne remembers the uproar that she’d heard on the radio; she was among the other hunters huddled around wishing to hear more news of the oracle and her engagement to prince Noctis, and instead they found themselves caught and trapped in a state of shock. Altissia had fallen and with it the oracle. It had all gone to hell in a handcart and they had needed all able-bodied men and women they could find. From there, it was just a matter of counting the hours between dusk and dawn and finding them lacking.

   This world no longer cherished youth in the same way it once had. There was nothing to preserve, really, when they weren’t entirely certain if this permanent night would ever truly reach its end. The hope had died in the first two years. Anne hit her 20s and suddenly realised that half the hunters were barely out of childhood and into their teenage years. Something about that sits wrong with her, because they should be worried about love, acne and pop stars. Not the end of the world and the daemons that crawl treacherously closer and closer as the weeks turn into months.

  " this is stupid."

rem muttered, one eye opened to glance at the princess beside of her. yufi huffs, her arms dropping before her head turns to the turk with a pout on her lower lip and irritation on her face. it's a cute look and rem gives a fleeting smirk before leaning back on her palms and uncrossing her legs. they were starting to fall asleep --- red iris slowly crawl up the image of a huge tree, petals of white and gold falling into the waterway that snaked under the bridge. sure, the whole scene was peaceful, but there was no way rem was going to meditate. she couldnt. yufi had been trying to help her manage her anger and rage, to help her turn it into something productive like philosophical thinking or even mending her own chakras, whatever the fuck that meant. rem scoffed, shaking her head again before teeth bite at her lower lip.

 " yuffn'stuff, i can't "calm my mind" or "find the inner peace" or what'v'r it is yer try'n ta get m'ta'do."

  the silverette rolls shoulders, head lolling to the side before pinning the woman with a stare, an eyebrow lifted in a challenge. it was true, she couldn't find the inner peace because there was no such thing that resided within her marrow. rem didn't have peace, never known it to understand what it felt like; what yufi was asking of her was literally impossible. the rage and anger she felt, the blood lust and the hunger for battle and absolute feral rush she got from tearing into her targets was the only thing that made rem useful to the company.

  " yes you can, you just dont wanna try it."

ugh, not this argument again. if she didn't wanna try it, rem wouldn't be out in here with all this goddamn pollen and near that absolute fucking restless body of water that she could fall into at any point and fucking drown. her jaw tenses, teeth grinding together before she lets out a warning exhale. if she didn't want to, rem wouldn't be wasting her time out here with the princess. the white rose seemed to notice her mishap and sighed, lifting herself up from the crisscrossed position on her mat before two steps and she was in the silverette's lap. rem lets her arms wrap around the woman's petite hips, her own knees bending so that yufi had a support to lean back against. those hands curled around the collar of her uniform before giving a demanding tug towards her. rem grins a little, all roguish and danger before meeting the princes half way.

  she tastes sweet, like those candies she's always trying to get rem to eat when tseng isn't looking. it doesn't take the turk long to take control of the kiss, a hand sliding up the ninja's back and cradling the back of her head before the other hand slips down to grab at her ass, pulling her flush against her. her teeth bite at yufi's lower lip, nose nudging against her partner's before she chuckles at the sudden blush that creeps across the bridge of the woman's nose.

     i just got home from work, so i apologize for the delay, but this was the most wonderful thing to find when i logged on!  deadprem is honestly one of my all-time favorite games; i remember ignoring the gamestop employee’s warnings when i bought it on release, and boy,  am i glad that i did!  ten years and three re-releases later, we’re finally getting a sequel, and i couldn’t be more excited to see my boy again. 

      like… yeah, it’s a painfully bad game in every sense of the phrase  –  between the graphics and animations, awkwardly stilted dialogue and wonky-ass gameplay, it’s no wonder it earned an award for the most polarizing game.  there’s just something about the characters, setting and story  ( not to mention a bombin’ soundtrack )  that’s so damn endearing to me, even without my eternal love for twin peaks giving me a bias. 

how come cloud gives you a ponytail and not me? i want some, too....... everyone else has one now, it's not fair. except barret. but he doesn't have enough hair. but he said he would do it, if he did!! i asked!!

“That’s not true! Not everyone has...” Zack begins, but as he looks at the back of the rest of the party, he realizes Yufi’s got a point. The two of them are walking behind the rest of the group, where they have a clear view to the back of everyone’s head. Cloud didn’t have a ponytail, but he was the one who helped put his up. Tifa kept her hair tied at the bottom (“Wow, her hair is really long!”), and Aerith’s even styled her hair differently today, wearing a high pony that dangled and brushed against her shoulders. As Yufi mentioned, Barret’s head was lacking on the locks, and Red already had a tail, no need for the pony. “Huh. You’re right.”

He looks down at her and her ponytail-less head and laughs, amused. “I know you’ve got more hair than Barret, but if he tried to put your hair up, it probably wouldn’t look like much of a ponytail...” Zack turns his body toward her, placing his hands against the top of his head, mimicking what Yufi’s hair would probably look like. He’s smirking, eyes glinting with some mischievous energy. “Maybe more like... devil horns?”

Chuckling, he sets his hands back down by his sides, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “Maybe Cloudy’s still gotta warm up to ya. It might take him a while... you are pretty suspicious.”