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((In the name of getting my voice back on him: ))
((I’ll be working on fic for a while, but Weiss!daddy is home.
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((Thinking of deleting this Tumblr.
((I still have the Weiss!muse, but I don’t think he melds well with other peoples’. I feel like most people just RP with don’t really have the same priorities that I do, and the ones that have similar priorities don’t RP with me.
((It’s a thought.))
Metal hands wedged and gripped at a stalagmite as he watched his brother move around the Turk. It were as if he were a cat watching a goldfish get stalked by a gar. And when Weiss struck him down, it had the same snap of a predators jaws closing. However, he couldn’t sense the typical whisperings of death that usually followed Weiss’s attacks, so the Turk must have still been alive. He heard a groan. Yes. Yes, the turk was still alive.
It was the same redheaded fool that followed him doggedly through the mountains via helicopter, and he thought him dead when the vehicle was later shot down by himself. A bit of a surprise for Nero and Weiss to be intercepted by him later that month, and then continuously throughout the year of their freedom. He kept after them, even more tenacious than any of the AVALANCHE members. This was beginning to be an incredibly annoying theme for them. No matter what they threw at him or how far they got, he always survived and always found them.
“We should do something to insure our little duckling here will stop it’s following, brother,” he snickered, “We wouldn’t want him to get separated from his dear mother.”
Pain flared his vision as he fell forward, his EMR clanging against the stone floor as he fell to the floor. As the stars flickered through his vision, he heard the hair raising snickt of metal on metal as Weiss drew his weapons. Raising himself from the cold stone floor, Reno turned to face his attackers, unable to see Nero. Weiss was clearly visible, however. and Reno focused his attention on him, holding his EMR up defensively. His head was still a bit too fuzzy from the strike for him to consider utilizing his materia, he needed to stall before that was a possibility.
“Not even gonna say hi before ya bash my head in, Weiss?” He looked in the direction that he thought Nero was hiding in, sneering. “You should teach your brother some manners, Nero!”
"Eyes on your opponent, ShinRa lapdog!" Weiss lunged forward, using his speed to his advantage to get into Reno’s space and hopefully push him off balance. He knew that Reno was probably the fastest of the team that ShinRa had sent in, but Weiss was confident that he was faster. After all, to his knowledge, Turks had no medical enhancements.
Weiss parried the weapon out of the way, and took a low swipe, hoping to topple Reno to the ground. Rather than give away his brother’s position, Weiss shouted upwards. “Nero! Deal with the rest of his team!” Weiss leaped onto Reno’s body and, lips brushing the sensitive shell of his ear, whispered: “You’re not getting out alive, Turk.”
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((Trying to get some opinions that aren’t mine here.
If I was to open up another Tsviet blog (a legit possibility), which one do you think I would be best suited for?
Just wanted to know what everyone thinks (since I’ll probably follow all of you anyway)
(If no one responds, I’m probably going to go with my second-favorite Tsviet in the universe.)))
"Second favorite?! You have another favorite? Who?"
((No one, sweetheart. Sssshhhh…))
The thing is…
even if my OTP never becomes canon, I will still ship it.
even if you write out a dissertation explaining why my OTP will never become canon, I will still ship it.
even if the creator issued a statement tomorrow that said my OTP will never become canon, I will still ship it.
even if no one else in the universe ships my OTP, I will still ship it.
You wanna know why? Because I fucking love my OTP. And nothing will change that.
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