I think that’s Vincent Valentine….. wearing Cid’s dog tags?
Dear Gaia the hotness of it. *fapfap*
It had been quite by accident that the General found the picture, but the reaction was immediate. His eyes widened as his mouth opened, lips parting as a noise that sounded like a strangled whine filtered through the gaping orifice.
For a man whom normally never swore to make such an expletive.. well.
The initial sketch and inking are FINALLY finished and cleaned up. e_e I’m tired of staring at this for the night.
.. but people will enjoy that delicious nude Seph, I’m sure. Yep.
Today.. colors. COLORS.
COLORS FOR THE ART.
The General has returned to bed for a few hours more slumber. He will respond to everything when he has awoken once more.
Sometimes, I worry that I creep people out. I really do. I’ve had people tell me that since I play Sephiroth that I’m naturally intimidating by my character of choice. Which.. depresses me a little. If someone wants to approach me, I don’t mind at all. In fact, I do wish that people would approach me because I try to be friendly. That’s what I’ve heard from others is that I am friendly and that I have a sense of humor. I’m not going to bite. I will be very shy and almost meek at times or at least very humble; yes, even when people call me quality, I get humble. Writing is my passion, but own worst critic and all. I like to have fun. That’s what I’m here for.
But then I worry that I’m bothering people. That I’m being a nuisance or that I come off as clingy or obsessive or any other number of things that people have called me over the years. I worry about if I’m better just lurking in the shadows and just tossing out replies and reblogs.
I wish people would see that I’d just like to be friends. That I’m scared to extend my hand outwards to others because I’ve just had people I thought were friends tell me shit that makes me stop and go “Oh” softly because I didn’t know I was being annoying. I am autistic; to be more specific, I have Aspergers. And if you know someone with it, you know that we don’t know social cues. That we don’t interact properly. And I worry about that all the time.
Because I’m just kinda stupid that way, for lack of a better term. I seriously worry about this stuff and even when someone reassures me that I’m not.. I still worry, just a little. Because I want to just not bother anyone. At all. So I suppose if you read this.. sorry if I sounded rambling. I guess that I’m just.. paranoid at times. Just from experiences in the past.
/ … So I’m watching ACC for the first time since joining Tumblr.
Immediate reactions to the Turks. 8l
WHAT HAVE YOU PEOPLE DONE TO ME? I NEVER CARED ABOUT THEM BEFORE (beyond loving Rude and Reno’s bromance). Now I’m just staring at Rude in total fangirl fashion (
sorryforsoundinglikeacreeper) and giggling. And loving Reno. And cackling.
So now in addition to my typical glee to seeing Vincent and Sephiroth, I’m now having happy shrieks over the Turks too. THIS IS YOUR FAULT, TUMBLR. -Pointed stare at the Renos and Rude.-
… I’m also fonder of everything in this movie than I ever was before (except Vincent and Sephiroth’s ass shots, the love for those hasn’t changed.) And I think it’s thanks to you people and your awesomes.
.. all I can think is I really want Fenrir as my own bike. \
"Do you know whom it was that taught me to kill?" the teenager asked as he studied the switchblade in his hand. It was a simple blade, black, and flicked open at the push of his thumb against the spine with a satisfying snikt of noise. He really would have to thank them later. ”Oh, yes, the laboratories started me on it. But they weren’t the ones whom showed me how to actually kill a person. That honor..”
Over came the knife, teasing through the strands as the teenaged boy smiled at the fear that showed in the eyes staring upwards at him, muffled noises being the only thing to escape the throat that strained to expel screams of terror. There was a gag in place however, heavy and thick, a wad of cloth stuffed into his mouth. That blade teased over the man’s scalp and the boy’s head tipped to the side before there was a shake of the head.
"That honor of being taught how to kill?" Back came his arm, feeling the eyes on him. "Came from the Turks."
The knife punched into the bone at the man’s temple, the six inch blade being twisted with ease by the youthful SOLDIER. There was the ability to kill.. and then there was killing. He had been told to learn all the ways there were in which to end someone’s life and the Turks had been magnificent teachers. Blood and bone gushed in wet oozes across the gloved hand that held that knife, making Sephiroth grimace slightly at the fact that the victim had bled over his precious leathers. That was something he would get over soon enough.
The knife made a wet noise as he slowly pulled it free from the ruptured tissues that were quickly bleeding out as the dead body slumped forward in the chair. His fingers pushed the head back, removing the cloth before turning to take the gun that was held out to him. Unlacing one of the silken restraints that had been holding an arm to the chair, he brought the gun up, wrapping fingers that were still loose around the trigger and set the muzzle against the side of the head where the wound was. A simple squeeze and there was a large spray of blood and brain matter across the nearby wall in an arching fountain of sanguine.
"They also taught me how to make a murder look like a suicide," came the cheerful tones as he wiped the back of his hand across his face, smearing the blood on the leather over one cheek. True, the young man preferred a sword.. but one never knew when he would find himself in a situation where he would have to use his hands to kill silently. A small chuckle sounded and the young silvernette turned to follow the dark suits of that clandestine branch, never knowing he’d left another piece of his childhood bleeding out on that floor.