This wasn’t meant to be a FFVII and Jujutsu Kaisen account (mostly Zakkura/Clack and Itafushi) but here we are.
I’m super active on Twitter. I like to make AMV’s and edits (which are on TikTok). I read and write fanfic and I have a Spotify playlist for everything.
Fair warning- I will probably post a lot.
Alexa, play Out of Touch by Hall & Oates
(Ref: The Lovers by René Magritte)
Secret identities.
A creepy old man with a dangerous job offer.
A weird pink materia that glows and smells like flowers.
A naïve and temperamental omega prince that danger seems to follow.
A young orphaned alpha with a smile that rivals the sun and an attitude that lands him in trouble.
*** An Aladdin-esque Zakkura ABO fic that no one asked for ***
It was a terrible idea, Cloud knew that, but he couldn’t care less. The alternative was far worse. He wanted to get away, he needed to get away. He felt like he was suffocating and each day it got worse. Each time a new “suitor” requested an audience with him the invisible hand around his throat tightened.
Cloud’s time was running out and if he didn’t choose an alpha soon, one would be chosen for him. They’d claim him and the throne he was destined for and there would be nothing Cloud could do or say to stop it.
Read the rest here
Secret identities.
A creepy old man with a dangerous job offer.
A weird pink materia that glows and smells like flowers.
A naïve and temperamental omega prince that danger seems to follow.
A young orphaned alpha with a smile that rivals the sun and an attitude that lands him in trouble.
*** An Aladdin-esque Zakkura ABO fic that no one asked for ***
It was a terrible idea, Cloud knew that, but he couldn’t care less. The alternative was far worse. He wanted to get away, he needed to get away. He felt like he was suffocating and each day it got worse. Each time a new “suitor” requested an audience with him the invisible hand around his throat tightened.
Cloud’s time was running out and if he didn’t choose an alpha soon, one would be chosen for him. They’d claim him and the throne he was destined for and there would be nothing Cloud could do or say to stop it.
Read the rest here
Zack: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.
Cloud: That's why I carry two swords.
Cloud: It’s dark in here
Zack: Don’t worry dude I got this
Zack: **Stomps foot sketchers light up**
Zack: You have a criminal record?
Cloud: The only crime I’ve ever committed is absolutely killing it on the dance floor...
Cloud: But seriously I’m legally required to tell you I’ve killed a man.
“—a cinch.”
Always watching over Cloud
