#chezqah

a small feathered arm stretches out, pointing a finger at the person before him. his head tilts as eyes blink, taking in the sight of—A TOURIST, perhaps, or a traveler, merely passing through—the long haired stranger. beak parts, the sound that comes from it a high pitched SQUAWK of surprise, but also confusion, child like curiosity.

“you’re so PRETTY! did you fight monsters to get here? you’re so COOL!” excitement in form of a grin sets his face aglow, both hands now shifting to clap together to only display more delight at this entire event. “i’m Revali! i’m gonna be the best warrior ever---teach me how to fight!”

Hetalia is nazi proganda lmao

THE TORN UP ROAD → still accepting ☆ @chezqah

   He bites his lip because he chokes on the things he might say and he has to find a way to breathe through the frustration brewing in his chest like hundreds of buzzing flies over rotting bones. With history behind them as flickering shadows of a thousand-person village pyre and with the ashes stinging his eyes and blotting out only his view of all the things that came before, there is nothing Cloud can do but trust, blindly and with a desperate hope. 

Trust in Tifa that she’s leading him places that will benefit them both. Trust that she’s honest and really everything he’s since made her out to be. She has to understand that he’s trying, and that she and that genuine effort he gives are the two most stable constants in his life, and he counts on her just as much she does him. 

Is killing all you want from me or are the dreams you have at night with me in them enough for you? It’s a strange dichotomy––to look at someone and feel their soul as it resonates with your own, but not know them at all past the surface thoughts of oh, it’s you. He knows her voice and her face and the trivial attributes she encompasses, and he can only try to get past the disconnect, the radio static that keeps him from hearing the truths of herself even as she shouts it to the world. 

And he thinks that this tension, this heartache, and all the times they’ve waited on each other and come up wanting, it’s because she’s seen every shred of him, helped him put all his puzzles together, but he’s not once done the same for her. He looks at her and he sees someone else, and that isn’t who she is. 

She’s done it too. They’re both so guilty.

My Opinion on;

Character in general: I’ll be answering this part in the sense of fanon, in that the typical fanon interpretation of Tifa really, really irks me. She’s reduced to maybe three traits, and the one that irritates me most is being ‘motherly’. I’ve seen her, more often than not, only be the mother of the group, and... That’s so not true.How they play them: You’ve given Tifa her fire back. Your Tifa is multifaceted and feels human, and wow I adore her.The Mun: We haven’t spoken yet, but I’d be down for it!

Do I:

RP with them: Not yet.Want to RP with them:  Yes!

What is my;

Overall Opinion: 12/10 would follow again