#masterofellipsis

But Yuffie? She’s all dreams and nightmares in once-- the fairies he’s been warned of, she swears she’s one, and the hums she emits buzz more than just Squall’s ears. A filthy tongue and worse demeanor, wrapped up in unbuttoned blouse and unzipped shorts--she cares not about this school’s dress codes, and do any of the SeeDs, really?--which are wrapped around the lion’s waist as she sits in his lap, a perch of throne all her own.

Tame her? As if. Even if the Headmaster demands it, Yuffie’ll show him that he has his hands full with this mission, shouldn’t even attempt it. I’ll fuck you up, she’d warned. Don’t even try. 

But here he is anyway, hands in back pockets and lips pressed against her own in heated breaths and curious nips. She’s not particularly nice when it comes to this sort of thing; rather rough and undefined like rare material plucked out of the wild, just as she was. She knows she’s a prize-- but still hopes he places a high enough value on her, makes this worthwhile.

「 I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into, Squall. Better back down now. 」

dante-heller -  Cloud I will tell you as soon as I find out when you can because I GUESS YOU CAN’T DO IT NOW

heroicardour -  Zack hold me now because this truly upsets me. I have so many taaags.

argent-noir -  oh my god this happens all the damn time. I got rid of all my misspelled tags and shiz and yet they are always the first to pop up, and then I have to type a lot more just to get the tag I want. I swear Tumblr just wants you to suffer.

[カウボーイ]

Quick on the draw as always. 

A gloved hand gripped tight at other’s leather jacket, as he pulled Squall’s back from the wall, pulling his lips into his own. There was no missing the smirk upon his face. Of course Squall would be uptight about this.  

He was uptight about everything. He just needed to learn how to relax. And nobody was better at kicking back and letting loose than he was.

Besides, they were someplace private (for the most part.) So why not have a little fun?

       ❛  -- you tell someone to stop talking and then do this ? man, you really gotta work on your people skills.  ❜  still he slips and sinks, drowning in stoicism. the taste of sandalwood and cinnamon linger on his lips, accompanied by steel and blood -- biting twinge, he smirks over confident and far too out of his own element for his own good. the seeD commander had been everything he had heard and more since his transfer.  a buckling wayward youth from a disparaged and disregard GARDEN now in ruins, prompto didn’t care much for heroics when they didn’t apply yet with squall ?             oh, they did , at least in part between glacial gaze and lapsing conversation. 

      his lips dare to brush, teasing and yet defiant of the order recently given. no one ever said he was a fast learner.    ❛  -- and here i thought i was getting on your nerves. ❜

    the memories of her mother always bring a warmth to her heart; how could anyone not miss her? peeking over the knight’s shoulder, she offers a warm smile.

         “Yes. What about you, good sir knight? Do you not have fond memories of your mother?”

   it does not take long for them to stop their movement, her arms unwrapping around his waist so that he may dismount. the smile on her lips continues as she grabs his hands & uses his assistance to dismount herself.

         “Will the horse be alright on its own?”

      “It’ll be fiiiine, I promise,” Zell proclaimed as he walked down the hall with Seifer within Garden. Most of the morning had come and passed like any other day, but the closer noon came the more Zell seemed acute on hanging around the ex-Knight. When it was finally time for lunch he had made the suggestion of eating outside of the dorm room for once. It had been a while since the last time Zell had attempted to drag the other blond out where a lot of cadets could be lingering about.

“Why do you care? It’s all in my records. If you’re so curious, go read about it.” 

It’s ironic, really, that the first person she ever killed wasn’t even an enemy. It was a cadet, and they were thirteen, on a field exercise in Trabia. 

Bitterly cold, terrified, and the guy she’d been partnered with left half his legs ten feet away, thanks to a hidden paramagic-trap. 

dat’s waifu right there

Oh waifu~ C’mere and tell me sweet nothings with that lovely voice of yours.

sxphiroth replied to your audio post: “@ofbraver​ || @masterofellipsis || ...”

“GPOY? WTF GPOY?”

WELL WHAT IS IT?! I have never heard of that bullshit in my liiiiife!

sxphirothreplied to youraudio post: “@ofbraver​ || @masterofellipsis || ...”

“THIS IS HORSE SHIT”

This really was horse shit lol

flava-proelium replied to your audio post: “@ofbraver​ || @masterofellipsis || ...”

;; XD Fucking Utah. No, my family is mormon. Hello from Minnesota!