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Mais ipês.
This includes sexual thoughts. Stop accusing people of being child molesters and animal abusers just because they have those thoughts.
Stop attacking those who write or draw those things; It's a valid coping mechanism.
Stop attacking people who sexualize their thoughts; Again, it's a valid coping mechanism.
As someone with violent and even homicidal ideation, I think the choices people make are far more indicative of their moral character than anything else.
Thoughts mean nothing. Thoughtcrimes don't exist, especially because what we think is out of our control. If you're not running around hurting people or advocating for others hurting people, then you're fine. For the love of fuck stop stigmatizing mental illnesses and and the unsavory symptoms some of them tend to have.
People can't help it whether they have intrusive thoughts or even fantasize about violence. It doesn't mean we're going to do it. I'm not going to apologize for my symptoms nor does someone finding them off-putting give them a license to be ableist/sanist about it.
in a mood
Shout out to psychotic & delusional people, narcissists, schizophrenics, systems, paraphiles, the most demonized, outcast people who are trying their hardest or gave up on trying who are fucked up one way or another.
life sucks but at least youre here making the world less normalized and a little more weird. rock on.
Söyleyin bakalım; yarın ki Ramazan bayramında ne kadar para istenecek? Merak ettim. Ben bi yüz tl alırım heralde, Allahımmm inşallahhh, aminnn. 😁🖤💜💙
you are not a bad person for your paraphilias <3 (yes, even the “really bad” ones.)
Honor Bound
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While wounds inflicted upon living weapons are different in nature from the wound inflicted in humans, there is one element about serious injuries that still remains despite the nature of one’s existence...
Blood is the essence of life.
When humans are hurt and bleed, their life essence is leaking from their form and will eventually kill them if their injuries are not tended. With blades, being cut up, stabbed, shot, burned anything of the sort isn’t quite that big a deal as it would be for a human. As long as their true blade form remains intact, that they are not chipped or cracked, then damage to the human for is mostly aesthetics and an annoyance. Simply shifting back and resting in the true form while drawing on energy from the life stream is enough to cure wounds that would have long since killed their human masters.
But even weapons bleed.
It isn’t quite the same as human blood. Blood is just a facsimile of the real thing. Bleeding for a blade was to have their stored energy drain away. If the wounds were too great, they would be forced to transform back into their true form because they lacked the energy to maintain the physical one.
However, Buster’s situation situation had become darker than he could have ever imagined. He had started bleeding out faster than he could draw energy from the life stream...
...and the large spike that had been sticking out of his form had prevented him from transforming all together.
The first class SOLIDERs thad been on a mission in the woods to squash a wutai rebel force. Genesis’s transport had been late meeting up with the other two First Class SOLIDERs so Angeal had ordered his blade, much to Buster’s opposition, that he wait behind at the checkpoint for Genesis and the two 2nd Class that were their back up. So he waited...and he waited until a large explosion up ahead shook the ground. Fearing for his Master, the sword took off running only to find that suddenly, there was not earth beneath his feet and he was falling...
He had landed into a Wutaian Spiked Pit Trap.
One of the spikes had gone straight through his center, impaling him through the back and out through the chest. It would have killed a normal person instantly but because he isn’t a normal person, he of course was not dead...
Not yet anyways...
The spike was too long for him to push himself off of it and he had no hand hold to pull himself off. He was stuck and he was bleeding out...because it was stuck through him and unmovable, he couldn’t transform back into his sword form.
Genesis finding him and pulling him out of the pit was a complete blur. By this time...he was nearly expended on his energy. He was so low, he didn’t even have enough to make the transformation back. If something didn’t happen...then he was going to die like this, his soul would not be able to hang onto the weapon that kept him attached to this plan of reality.
Don’t you dare die! A frantic voice echoed into his mine as he laid on Genesis coat on the mud. It was a female voice and it was familiar. It was the panicked voice of Rapier.
I can’t...I can’t do this by myself... He managed to communicate back to his sister though it seemed to take quite a bit more effort than normal.
Then take whatever you need from me! Just get up and fight! Don’t die here in the dirt like a dog. Go and project your Master! But remember...you owe us one. Both of us for saving you...idiot...
Forcing his body to move, he could feel the energy radiating off of the slender, crimson sword that was laying on the ground not even a foot from him. He reached around and grasped his hand around her hit.
All of a sudden, it was as if his body was on fire. Rapier’s energy was nothing like his own...not even like Masamune’s. Buster’s energy was kin to earth, calm and grounded; Masa’s was like the wind, quick and sharp, but Rapier’s, hers was wild and energetic like fire. Her power coursing through him was uncomfortable with the level of incapability but it is what he needed to get on his feet and fight.
Gasping he quickly sat up, nearing headbutting Genesis in the process. His heart was pounding in his chest and his wounds were half closed from the Cure spell that was used on him in the mean time. He grimaced as he red ruins burned themselves down either side of his neck and torso, having that orange white glow that matched Rapiers.
It was a horrible feeling, it reminded him of the time Zack had talked him into trying Crimson Cow and Espresso. It made him feel sick in his stomach and like his skin was crawling except this time, he was burning too.
“Stand up. If you can’t, you have to shift back to your weapon form.”
Buster stood up, grimacing as he staggered a few steps back, his head spinning with the magic energy he wasn’t accustomed to, the runes now spreading down his arms.
“Listen. You’re to stand with me, I’ll handle the volatile wildlife and you regain your strength.”
The blade swallowed hard and nodded. “I can fight.” he answered, a strong buzzing in his ears now. He couldn’t sit still, not like this. He felt if he didn’t move, if he didn’t try and fight like Rapier had said, he would be torn by her own magic.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
@firxga
Continued
Buster looked up to Masa and pursed his lips, giving a little bit of a pout. He knew the older blade was right, that he too was left behind and Buster needed to take it easy.
“But I don’t want to stay here for two weeks and do nothing.” he answered a bit more calmly this time, his brows furrowed. “We can train but we can do that any time. I know Master will be okay but...I want to relax and have fun too.”
Alright...now it was time to do that deep breath and thinking part. The blond closed his eyes and took a slow deep breath and let it out again slowly. It wasn’t working very well, his head was still swimming with thoughts but he pushed them down to try and focus for a moment.
Him and Masamune were left on their own for two weeks. They should have a vacation too.
Zack said he could do what he wanted as long as he didn’t get into trouble or break anything.
He got Zack’s account to use as needed (after all, some of that money in that account was his though it wouldn’t be marked on any company paperwork since he really didn’t exist which is how this mess started anyways). Most likely, Masa has access to his Sephiroth’s funds as well.
So...why couldn’t they have fun? As long as they didn’t get into trouble...or at least not enough trouble that it would get back to their Master’s or Director Lizard-man.
“Masa...” Buster started for a moment, opening his eyes to look up at the silver haired blade. “You have money from your Master right? We should have a vacation too so why don’t we go on one just us?” He thought about it for a moment longer. “They won’t let us take a vehicle so we will have to bum a ride...” he then had a wide grin spread across his face. “I overheard the other day that some of the Turks go to Wutai on the weekend since the revolt stopped and they opened it up to tourists. I bet we can get a ride with them, stay the week and come home next weekend. We will be back before our Masters come home!” he was starting to grow excited. “And you are from there right? It will be fun! A trip to the hot springs!”
@argentumexitium
Spa Holiday
Journey To Banora
Buster woke from an uneasy sleep, the morning sunlight filtering through the shabby drapes in their small room at the local in in Kalm. Letting out a heavy, Buster ran his hand across his face as he laid in the bed, a dull pain radiating in his right knee. The pain had seeped into his dreams, twisting them even more than they already were. He dreamed about the final battle he fought maybe just two days before against his best friend and love Masamune.
Clack! Ting! Clack! Ting! Clack!
Each strike of Masa’s was to the point and keenly focused on a single point. As a blade, Buster wasn’t exactly fast but what he lacked in speed he made up in bruit force and strength. Only he could be consider Masamune’s equal. However, what Masa lacked in strength he made up in speed and agility, making him Buster’s equal if he was left unchecked.
And now it showed. Each precise strike had left Buster chipped and wounded, about a quarter of the way down from his blade tip. In his human form, even though the shift of anatomy wasn’t exact, his translated to an angry looking wound on his knee. It was red, looking almost like a cut that sat under the skin, two small vein like marks spreading out from it.
He was not only chipped...he was cracking.
They were small, only hair line cracks, but those were the worse since they could spread out and multiply if not taken care of. This left an interesting yet very unconformable pain sensation. The blade had been hurt many times before in his human form; he could be stabbed through the chest, cut up and bleeding but a good rest in his sword form fixed him right up. And human pain wasn’t quite a big deal to him. But this...his was a wound on his true form, a wound that would not heal without skilled repair. This was a pain that went deep and he could not escape it. Also it was causing him to leak energy which, while insignificant now, would cause more trouble as time went on.
The sound of the water filling a tub snapped him out of his thoughts and he sat up. Masa wasn’t in his bed so he must be bathing and getting ready. Buster had already cleaned himself up the night before so it wasn’t necessary for him to do it again (his hair wasn’t as long as Masa’s anyways). Shifting, he grimaced a little at how stiff his leg was when he moved, standing up and feeling only a little zing of pain when he stood. Bandaging it up and putting pressure on it would probably help...if they actually had a first aid kit. Anyways...he and Masa were travailing to Buster’s hometown of Banora to start a new life after the torn world, to hide from the chaos and everything else that was happening after Metorfall. But...now this meant they had to take a detour. There was not a Master Smith in Kalm and now he had a choice to make:
Go to Corel were there might be a Master Smith...
Or go to an area outside of Gongaga where he knew there was a Master Smith but the man might not be there.
And by the way this wound was setting in...they wouldn’t have enough time to check both places since each one was a bit out of their way.
That also meant that he would eventually have to tell Masa and he wasn’t sure how he was going to do that yet.
@argentumexitium
Continued: “Spa Holiday”
Buster smiled brightly now, excited that Masa was willing to go along with his idea. He wasn’t one much for History...but if Masamune was able to get his memories back (and was the one teaching him) then it was enough that the blond blade would pay attention. Plus he never really got to have fun in Wutai before.
When Masa mentioned telling Lazard about their trip, he frowned lightly. He wasn’t sure what to think of Director “Lizard” as he called him (names were Buster’s strong suite unless it was someone he liked). But...on the other hand...the Director might cover for them or at least not hassle the about it.
“Alright...if you think we should tell him...But you do it.” he answered. “I don’t really care for him all that much. But as a trade off, I’ll talk to the Turks and get our ride.
@argentumexitium
Spa Holiday
Buster looked up when Masa came back in. He was quiet for a long moment, thinking things through. They needed to have a plan and... He couldn't make this decision on his own. They may only be able to choose one path.
"I don't really know." he answered after a long moment, his voice sounding a bit unsure. He wasn't sure how to tell Masa he had been injured during their battle. "I need to see a Smith." he finally said, though not telling the truth of the seriousness. "There might be one capable in Corel but there might not... And I know of one near Gongaga, but I don't know if he is still there or not. So... I don't know which way we should go..." he ran his hand through his blond locks which were looking a bit unkept by now. "But... We probably need a few things in town before we leave."
Journey To Banora
Buster woke from an uneasy sleep, the morning sunlight filtering through the shabby drapes in their small room at the local in in Kalm. Letting out a heavy, Buster ran his hand across his face as he laid in the bed, a dull pain radiating in his right knee. The pain had seeped into his dreams, twisting them even more than they already were. He dreamed about the final battle he fought maybe just two days before against his best friend and love Masamune.
Clack! Ting! Clack! Ting! Clack!
Each strike of Masa’s was to the point and keenly focused on a single point. As a blade, Buster wasn’t exactly fast but what he lacked in speed he made up in bruit force and strength. Only he could be consider Masamune’s equal. However, what Masa lacked in strength he made up in speed and agility, making him Buster’s equal if he was left unchecked.
And now it showed. Each precise strike had left Buster chipped and wounded, about a quarter of the way down from his blade tip. In his human form, even though the shift of anatomy wasn’t exact, his translated to an angry looking wound on his knee. It was red, looking almost like a cut that sat under the skin, two small vein like marks spreading out from it.
He was not only chipped…he was cracking.
They were small, only hair line cracks, but those were the worse since they could spread out and multiply if not taken care of. This left an interesting yet very unconformable pain sensation. The blade had been hurt many times before in his human form; he could be stabbed through the chest, cut up and bleeding but a good rest in his sword form fixed him right up. And human pain wasn’t quite a big deal to him. But this…his was a wound on his true form, a wound that would not heal without skilled repair. This was a pain that went deep and he could not escape it. Also it was causing him to leak energy which, while insignificant now, would cause more trouble as time went on.
The sound of the water filling a tub snapped him out of his thoughts and he sat up. Masa wasn’t in his bed so he must be bathing and getting ready. Buster had already cleaned himself up the night before so it wasn’t necessary for him to do it again (his hair wasn’t as long as Masa’s anyways). Shifting, he grimaced a little at how stiff his leg was when he moved, standing up and feeling only a little zing of pain when he stood. Bandaging it up and putting pressure on it would probably help…if they actually had a first aid kit. Anyways…he and Masa were travailing to Buster’s hometown of Banora to start a new life after the torn world, to hide from the chaos and everything else that was happening after Metorfall. But…now this meant they had to take a detour. There was not a Master Smith in Kalm and now he had a choice to make:
Go to Corel were there might be a Master Smith…
Or go to an area outside of Gongaga where he knew there was a Master Smith but the man might not be there.
And by the way this wound was setting in…they wouldn’t have enough time to check both places since each one was a bit out of their way.
That also meant that he would eventually have to tell Masa and he wasn’t sure how he was going to do that yet.
@argentumexitium
Buster almost seemed a little surprised by Masamune’s reaction to the news though he wasn’t sure why he was surprised. He supposed because he had expected some other kind of reaction. Not quite one so helpful and understanding. It was almost as if nothing had ever happened.
The blond gave a nod. “I think so.” he answered. “I have it bandaged up right now and it feels a little better but it won’t heal on its own and it is leaking a little energy. I probably shouldn’t put a lot of force on it either...because of where it is at. Right along the edge.”
Journey To Banora
Was the tension in the room thicker then he remembered? Honestly he couldn’t tell since there was so much that went wrong between them these past few years and months, that if there were anything left, Masamune would be surprised. But finally having his hair dried from the materia as he called the magic away, he heard the younger weapon speak up as Masamune turned his attention onto him. Yet hearing the younger needed to find a smith, he couldn’t help but blink as maybe the multiple battles along his journey chipped something? Hearing how there might be one in either Corel or Gongaga, the elder knew he would be much help in that department as he heard that they also needed a few things in town before they left, provided they weren’t sold out already. “A smith……”
There had to be a map here somewhere in the room right? Going to the nearby drawers as he pulled out a travel brochure but it at least had a somewhat partial map of this side of the world and a bit further. Laying it out on the nightstand, the blade trailed his finger to several locations. “Corel, Gongaga..are over here…..and Banora is over here….” Junon…they would have to make the trip there anyways if they wanted to cross to get to the other two locations. “What about Junon? They might have a smith over there right?” Then again his knowledge is from four years ago. “If they don’t, we can ask around then catch a boat over from there to get to Coral or Gongaga. Think you can last till then?”
Buster gave a nod. Frankly, he would rather talk to the Turks than to Director “Lizard”. He wasn’t quite happy with the director at the moment, especially since it was him who said that Buster wasn’t allowed to go on vacation with Zack since he wasn’t entitled to a paid vacation since he technically wasn’t on the payroll and Zack had no need for his weapon while at the beach. Since they weren’t on the payroll...then what was stopping them from doing their own trip. The younger weapon finally stood and brushed himself off, starting towards the elevator for the turk floor. He knew he wouldn’t get away talking to Tseng...he was going to have to deal with the ones flying the chopper even if Tseng knew about. That is how turks worked after all...
The director looked up from his monitor and gave a light smile at the silver haired weapon. “Of course. Please come on, Masamune. It isn’t often I see one of you or your friends in my office, at least by yourself.”
Spa Holiday
Nodding as he heard the director, the blade stepped into the room as he walked near the blonde male and his desk, not really used to coming in here on his own. Usually there were a few others that mingled around, one of them usually his master when they weren’t sent on missions. Right, no more stalling himself as he then went into the military stance that he had usually seen his master and also the other’s do. “Director Deusericus , My master and Zack have both left for their week long beach vacation, thus leaving both me and Buster behind since I assumed you told them weapons weren’t necessary. With that, I…well rather me and Buster were wondering since our Master’s are away on their vacation, and technically we’re both not on the payroll, would it be alright if we both took a week vacation of our own? It would keep us out of everyne’s way here, and mainly Hojo’s hands, plus we would be back before our Master’s got back from theirs.”
He wasn’t the best at convincing but after watching his master talk for so many years, it at least helped a bit. Though he hoped Buster was having luck with the Turks as well.
Director Lazard continued writing his notes while Masamune was speaking. When he finished, he mused thoughtfully at the idea. “I am not sure how I feel about the idea of the two of you running around the world unchecked...especially Buster. However, I also have the feeling that if the two of you were running around the building unchecked, I will have various calls about stolen apple pies, blown out walls and who knows what else that would end up leaving me with extra work. Since you technically are not on the payroll or recognized employees, then if you cause havoc somewhere else for the week, we can simply say that we are in no way involved. But please do not cause any trouble. As long as I don’t hear about it or hear anyone else talking about it and you are back before you are missed, then I will simply pretend that you are behaving perfectly and doing whatever it is that living swords usually do when their masters are away.”
@ancientblxde
Spa Holiday
Hearing that the chip in his blade was right along the edge which made the elder silver frown a bit, meant that either Buster wasn’t well maintained by Strife, or Angeal’s lecture of him being used results in ‘Wear, Tear, and Rust’ was coming true….literally. “Strife honestly should have at least had the decency to polish and work on you when he had the chance.” Too late now as the elder shook his head but what done was done. Straightening himself up from the table as he folded the map, the blade thought of something as he spoke. “If we have the chance and if they sell any here, we’ll try to get some kind of sword oil and polisher. Granted it won’t help with the nicks that you have but it’ll make your true form gleam again.” As for him battling, Masamune assumed there was an armory around as well.
“Perhaps…..we should get you a temporary sword until we find a smith at least. Or just…hit with the blunt side….like what Angeal used to do. Also…..we can try using cure magic on the wound so we can at least stop the leaking for a bit at a time.” Right, that was a lot to do in a short amount of time and they needed to get to both of their destinations while getting away from here and Midgar. “So shopping first, then we ask around for where the nearest master smith is so we can get you repaired then head off to Banora. Sound like a plan?”
Buster gave the other a soft and gentle smile. He forgot how calm and cool Masa was in these stressful situations, thinking things through a lot better than he usually did.
“I think it would be nice to at least shine a little again...” he started. “And I would feel much better fighting with something I am familiar with so I can probably use my dull side, but it is putting the weight on my leg that will be the hard part...it feels a little better with bandages on it...maybe cure would work but...I don’t think it works on metal but it might stop my energy from leaking out a bit...” He let out a long breath, trying to push the creeping worries out of his mind. It was going to be alright, it had to be alright.
“Sounds like a plan.”
@ancientblxde
Journey To Banora