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fairlypuppy:

Zack and his mun do not like mornings. WTF.

He is also grimacing at my coffee. Shut up, Zack, this is emergency wake0-up juice!

A-KON! Cid and I will be there! Wanna see Cid and me!? We will be at A-kon! Look for Lady!Zack and…Cid. :P I’ll be 2nd Class Zack and, if they let me, will have a Nerf sword. Cid will be…Cid. He might appear younger. Do not let appearances fool you. He is still an asshole!

Look for us and then be all ‘I’m from Tumblr’ and it’s like an insta-bond! :P

(Warning: Do not be alarmed if you see Zack kissing or cuddling a tall, dark-haired bear of a man. My boyfriend wouldn’t go as Aerith or Cloud…or Tifa…or even Barrett! :P)

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

sinfilledmonster:

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

sinfilledmonster:

Cid was sitting on the couch, watching something on the television. Vincent, at the moment, didn’t care what he was watching. In fact, all he cared about was that he’d made sure to only wear his pants and shirt. There was no mantle, no cape, and no headband on him today. They were neatly put away in his room.

He’d heard about Cid’s troubles.

Normally he would have been concerned over such tricks played on the Captain, but he knew this wasn’t truly hurting him. In fact, afterwards, he would likely attempt to go back to things as they had been.

Vincent was not satisfied with that.

So it was that he walked in front of Cid and carefully lowered himself into a sitting position, swinging over one of his legs so that he straddled Cid. He made sure to press the other back slightly, hands on his shoulders before one left to grasp his chin, forcing the man to stare into his eyes.

“Do you like me, Cid Highwind?” he bluntly asked. “Do you like me physically?”

Then he asked the damning question. “Do you want to have sex with me right now?”

Having no filter and a mouth that continued to run even when no one was around made television watching a bit of a pain in the ass.  First it started off with him talking about what was going on, his thoughts on the matters and eventually he was just going on about how he could not actually focus on the program because he was talking too damn much!

Of course, that was all interrupted when Vincent straddled him.  That made even his unfiltered mind silent for the moment.

“Do you like me, Cid Highwind?”

“Sure I do, Vince.  Tha’ ain’t even a question.”

“Do you like me physically?”

“Yeah, I think yer real good lookin’.” Continued the pilot, though the words were true, he seemed to become a little more uncomfortable.

“Do you want to have sex with me right now?”

Cid cleared his throat.  ”Well… yeah!  An’ a lil bit’ve a no…  Ya know, ya bein’ m’ friend an’ all, things’d be weird.  Friends’ve fucked b’fore though.  Tha’s one reason, but more, m’ more’n tha’, I’ve done a lotta fuckin’ over m’ life an’… well, I wanna do a whole lot more’ve tha’, but m’ kinda more interested in findin’ someone t’ settle down with a lil an’ promised m’self I’d stop with th’ random fuckin’.”  His eyes traveled down to Vincent’s hips and felt his heart pound in his chest.  ”It ain’t like th’ temptation ain’t there, but if tha’s wha’ yer lookin’ fer, a quick fuck an’ all tha’, yer barkin’ up th’ wrong tree.

“Not tha’ ya ain’t real good lookin’!  I mean real good lookin’!  An’ I’d really wish I’d stop talkin’ now, b’cause I think m’ jus’ diggin’ m’self int’ a hole.”

The answers to his questions were good at first. Simple and straightforward, he’d assumed that the last question would be just as easy.

Obviously he hadn’t dealt enough with Cid’s word-vomit curse enough. He was dealing with it enough to last him a lifetime…or several considering his state of un-aging.

So it was that he found himself leaning, back, letting go of Cid’s chin. He let his hand card into Cid’s hair, perhaps in an attempt to calm him and stop the flow of words, or slow it down at least. It was slowly getting more adorable though, and making more sense.

Cid Highwind wanted to settle down. This was a white picket fence side to him that he hadn’t expected. He leaned in toward Cid as he finally went quiet, smiling as he pushed his nose into his cheek and then pressed his lips to Cid’s ears and began to nibble.

Then he began to whisper as his hands trailed down to unbutton the Captain’s shirt. “Settling down is something I would be comfortable with, but we can have the grownup talk later, Cid. I’ve waited far too long for this…and we are going to fuck all night….

“And if you wish, I can make sure you don’t talk yourself hoarse…or that the only thing you’re capable of doing is screaming….”

Cid did feel himself calm down at the brush of fingernails against his scalp.  Even as he spoke his words lost the anxiety ridden power they held before.  He took a deep breath and let himself laze against the back of the couch, letting Vincent do as he may.

“Grownup talk later, righ’.”  He could accept that, especially with all the kissing and touching going on.  Yes, that did make all of those way easier.  Just listening to Vincent purr into his ear.

“Yeah, talkin’ m’self hoarse’d be a—”  And then he went back to something said before and looked at Vincent.  ”A long time?  How long we talkin’ here b’cause we’ve know each other fer hittin’ a long ass time now.  An’ I mean, ain’t no way ya coulda been lookin’ fer an opportunity like this t’ happen t’ come out with this b’cause…. well… m’ cursed!  Were ya waitin’ fer me t’ get cursed?  Seems like a real fuckin’ long shot.”

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thegoddamnrocketscientist:

sinfilledmonster:

Cid was sitting on the couch, watching something on the television. Vincent, at the moment, didn’t care what he was watching. In fact, all he cared about was that he’d made sure to only wear his pants and shirt. There was no mantle, no cape, and no headband on him today. They were neatly put away in his room.

He’d heard about Cid’s troubles.

Normally he would have been concerned over such tricks played on the Captain, but he knew this wasn’t truly hurting him. In fact, afterwards, he would likely attempt to go back to things as they had been.

Vincent was not satisfied with that.

So it was that he walked in front of Cid and carefully lowered himself into a sitting position, swinging over one of his legs so that he straddled Cid. He made sure to press the other back slightly, hands on his shoulders before one left to grasp his chin, forcing the man to stare into his eyes.

“Do you like me, Cid Highwind?” he bluntly asked. “Do you like me physically?”

Then he asked the damning question. “Do you want to have sex with me right now?”

Having no filter and a mouth that continued to run even when no one was around made television watching a bit of a pain in the ass.  First it started off with him talking about what was going on, his thoughts on the matters and eventually he was just going on about how he could not actually focus on the program because he was talking too damn much!

Of course, that was all interrupted when Vincent straddled him.  That made even his unfiltered mind silent for the moment.

“Do you like me, Cid Highwind?”

“Sure I do, Vince.  Tha’ ain’t even a question.”

“Do you like me physically?”

“Yeah, I think yer real good lookin’.” Continued the pilot, though the words were true, he seemed to become a little more uncomfortable.

“Do you want to have sex with me right now?”

Cid cleared his throat.  ”Well… yeah!  An’ a lil bit’ve a no…  Ya know, ya bein’ m’ friend an’ all, things’d be weird.  Friends’ve fucked b’fore though.  Tha’s one reason, but more, m’ more’n tha’, I’ve done a lotta fuckin’ over m’ life an’… well, I wanna do a whole lot more’ve tha’, but m’ kinda more interested in findin’ someone t’ settle down with a lil an’ promised m’self I’d stop with th’ random fuckin’.”  His eyes traveled down to Vincent’s hips and felt his heart pound in his chest.  ”It ain’t like th’ temptation ain’t there, but if tha’s wha’ yer lookin’ fer, a quick fuck an’ all tha’, yer barkin’ up th’ wrong tree.

“Not tha’ ya ain’t real good lookin’!  I mean real good lookin’!  An’ I’d really wish I’d stop talkin’ now, b’cause I think m’ jus’ diggin’ m’self int’ a hole.”

The answers to his questions were good at first. Simple and straightforward, he’d assumed that the last question would be just as easy.

Obviously he hadn’t dealt enough with Cid’s word-vomit curse enough. He was dealing with it enough to last him a lifetime…or several considering his state of un-aging.

So it was that he found himself leaning, back, letting go of Cid’s chin. He let his hand card into Cid’s hair, perhaps in an attempt to calm him and stop the flow of words, or slow it down at least. It was slowly getting more adorable though, and making more sense.

Cid Highwind wanted to settle down. This was a white picket fence side to him that he hadn’t expected. He leaned in toward Cid as he finally went quiet, smiling as he pushed his nose into his cheek and then pressed his lips to Cid’s ears and began to nibble.

Then he began to whisper as his hands trailed down to unbutton the Captain’s shirt. “Settling down is something I would be comfortable with, but we can have the grownup talk later, Cid. I’ve waited far too long for this…and we are going to fuck all night….

“And if you wish, I can make sure you don’t talk yourself hoarse…or that the only thing you’re capable of doing is screaming….”

repository-of-lost-things:

sanguinesaint:

BURN!

Out of character:

Looks at what the cat has just slipped into the inbox…flush deep red and try not to nosebleed all over. “Yoneko! Always love this artist!!!”

OH

MY

GOD

I’M

DYING.

Boys and their toys.

Cid was sitting on the couch, watching something on the television. Vincent, at the moment, didn’t care what he was watching. In fact, all he cared about was that he’d made sure to only wear his pants and shirt. There was no mantle, no cape, and no headband on him today. They were neatly put away in his room.

He’d heard about Cid’s troubles.

Normally he would have been concerned over such tricks played on the Captain, but he knew this wasn’t truly hurting him. In fact, afterwards, he would likely attempt to go back to things as they had been.

Vincent was not satisfied with that.

So it was that he walked in front of Cid and carefully lowered himself into a sitting position, swinging over one of his legs so that he straddled Cid. He made sure to press the other back slightly, hands on his shoulders before one left to grasp his chin, forcing the man to stare into his eyes.

“Do you like me, Cid Highwind?” he bluntly asked. “Do you like me physically?”

Then he asked the damning question. “Do you want to have sex with me right now?”

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firsthistoryman:

Sword pistols!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

from war comes crazy, as displayed here by these fantastic functional sword pistols from top left clock wise we have

a German hunting knife and pistol from made in 1546

a Spanish 6 shot revolver sword pistol from about 1620

and three shots of a rare Spanish Miquelet sword pistol from the 18th century

the two swords are flint lock and the hunting knife uses the older wheel lock mechanism. 

and they’re just plane bad ass!!!!!!!!!!!

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‘Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.’ - H. K. Rowling

If Vincent Valentine had known about this quote, perhaps he might have expected to see him. He wasn’t, however, familiar with any quote such as that. He wasn’t familiar with a lot of quotes he supposed. He wasn’t even up-to-date with things he used to enjoy, such as the latest literature that was popular at the time….

He was trying to update himself on just that, heading to the bookstore in Edge, when he spied a familiar head. He was only viewing him from the back, so perhaps it was shocking that he recognized the other with such a jolt of recollection.

His eyes widened fractionally, looking around for…a place to hide he supposed. Still, he stuck out with his signature outfit, the cape swirling behind him with too much drama to not be noticed by the ex-Turk.

Frowning, under his mantle, he turned his gaze back to Verudo, having actually stopped in the middle of the road. It was only then that he recalled that Verudo couldn’t possibly recognize him. He wasn’t wearing his suit, he had longer hair, and his eyes were red. He had the same build, the same mannerisms, but he lacked the age that…Verudo obviously carried.

Perhaps this meant he could walk past the other and…into the very store the other man was entering. He had liked to read as much as Vincent had. It was a common ground they’d found immediately….

He heard a noise and moved out of the way of whatever he was obstructing the path of, considering his options. He could come back later in the day, but the store would be closed.

He could…enter the shop. He would be noted, but perhaps overlooked. If he was, he could observe the man without concern. Certainly he didn’t want to intrude upon whatever life Verudo had managed to build up after leaving the Turks….

Decided upon that course, he entered the shop, ignoring the bell that heralded his entrance as he looked around, seeking out the other man.

((Please note the following is disregarded: Vincent and Veld’s “meeting” in Before Crisis.))

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

“If anyone’s ever wondered “Gee, why does Cid hate cats some goddamn much?” WELL! This is th’ answer to tha’ question.”

He hides the cat he’s sneaked into Cid’s house. “….”

damagectrl:

Too much hope is the opposite of despair. Too much love will consume you in the end. - Vincent Valentine

Favorite Quotes & Lyrics★

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pandarson:

They look happy.  Pretty sure these two pics belong together.

pandarson:

So… fucking… cute….

askcidhighwind:

Depends on whatever the hell is clean.

Sometimes boxers…

Sometimes boxer briefs…

Sometimes bri—

No! Not those!

Shit! You’re not supposed to see those. %&^#@*$!

He stares. “I’ve seen those…in red.”