that which lies ahead

FINAL FANTASY 7 MULTIMUSE ☁ follows from @cumuliformation ! ☁ indie! semi-selective! ☁  ocs & cross-overs welcome! ☁ mun is 18+ ! ☁ check "#mobile-rules" and "#muse-list" !

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howdy ! 

finally getting around to making a promo- name’s cloud (yes like the main character totally no relation i swear--!!) , 25, he/they, and this is my multimuse sideblog for final fantasy 7 !

☁   rules are here!

☁   muses are here!

follows from @cumuliformation ! 

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nimbostrxtus​:

Having your blood infused with mako injections granted the body with superhero strength and stamina but it also had plenty of side effects, like being an incredibly light sleeper and waking up at the slightest sound of someone’s boots creaking across the wooden floorboards.

“I’m SOLDIER remember?” the blonde grunted, opening one eye and glaring pointedly at the one-armed eco-terrorist. “I don’t need as much sleep as other people and what’s the point in taking my boots off? I’m gonna put them back on in a few hours anyway. Might as well be prepared to move at a moments notice.”

Which was true, Aerith was still missing and they were all wanted fugitives by Shinra. Although this place was a safe refuge or the moment, the Turks knew this location and anyone could come knocking at the door any day now.

“You can relax, you know, I’m not your kid or anything.” He grumbled, wondering if this was some sort of parental instinct talking. “Why are you still up anyway?”

   A quiet, almost amused scoff at the glare that meets him, and he nods his head upward as if to brush it off. “Yeah, yeah, I know; SOLDIER, an’ all. Guess it ain’t really any of my business, but--” He trails off, eyes rolling to a different direction as he shrugs. “Hell, if you don’t treat yourself right, you just end up payin’ for it later, is all. Just ‘cause y’can run off just a little light sleep, doesn’t mean y’should... ” And Barret moseys his way past Cloud, trying to scout for a spot his own tired, larger frame could hunker down on, too. “Might just be the ‘old man’ in me talkin’ after all, though.” And he huffs to himself. 

    When he finally decides on a spot, “Why am I still up?” He repeats, like he just realizes it himself. It pauses him, if just for a second, and he folds his arms--as best he can, at least--in thought, until finally, he moves into his own corner, and reclines down onto the floor, back to the wall, admitting, “I don’t rightly know myself.” With an audible exhale, and Barret tips his head back; he casts a pensive look to the ceiling, counting the support beams. “Can’t sleep, looks like. Lot’s happened. You know.”

   ... Another pause, and finally, he cracks his neck, shakes his head. “Man, I just don’t get how you do it! SOLDIER or not--! Ugh,” Hand reaches, pressing on the base of his neck and he rolls his shoulders. “--You better be takin’ care of yourself, especially after everything that’s happened. I don’t care how old I sound...!”

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pinky fuckn PROMISE im alive but my brain fixated really really hard on my sephiroth cosplay even with no con to wear it to but i finished my pauldrons today wanna see

✨ they move ✨

[emy-san]

Affection 2/4

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@starlightbrawler​ !

    Ever since he came back to Midgar, ever since he agreed to join the first AVALANCHE job--there’s a growing weight on his mind, the more and more he talks to her, and he doesn’t quite understand it; where it comes from, or why it’s there... And, more than just the talking, it’s--the favor she calls in to find him a place to stay, the additional work she puts in just to get him his pay--

   All he can figure is that--if he keeps talking to her, he’ll make sense of it, what that weight is, eventually. Or, maybe, he never would. Either way, he wasn’t going to stop trying; either way, it didn’t negate that they really haven’t, yet, had a chance to just sit down, and... only talk, like she kept asking, had they?

   So, in any case, Cloud softly knocks on the door to her apartment, next door to his own. It’s an hour or so ‘til nightfall, the day’s work is done, but time before the bar opens for the night--and now is when he starts thinking, of all times, about how, particularly, does he want... to talk to her, this time?

   ‘How are--’... ‘It’s been a--’... ‘I just wanted--’... All cycle through his mind, and none of them feel right. So, he takes a moment more.

   ... “Tifa,” He finally ushers out, so creatively, to let her know that it’s him.

   “...

   “Can we talk?”

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GOT TAGGED to make my tired, delirious-lookin-ass in this picrew!

im always worried about pinging people who’ve already been tagged--so if you’re looking for an invitation to try it yourself, POINTS AT YOU, I WELCOME YOU TO IT---!!

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box-of-characters​:

An alien rabbit tasked with keeping an eye on another alien… On paper it sounded like a simple enough task, but when aforementioned creature was locked in the bowels of a glorified tower with some of the tightest security around… it was hard to do the job effectively even if you did work there. Notes and data helped, vague as they may be, but first hand accounts would prove far more valuable in the long run.

That’s why Minoru was here now, skimming through a collection of old books in search of anything that could help her gain a better understanding of what she was supposed to be effectively guarding. Though with how preoccupied she had been, the rabbit hadn’t even noticed Jessie until catching the slightest bit of movement in the corner of her eye.

“Ah– Yes, yes. Forgive me. Let me just…” Minoru shuffled over about four feet, giving her some room to skim over the book while allowing this woman to do her own searching.

   Well, that was polite enough! “Thanks!” With a smile and a nod, Jessie helps herself to a step forward, thumbing through the spines and tilting particularly interesting titles out toward herself, eventually pulling and stacking a few in her arms with a determined nod.

   Normally, as she knows her line of work isn’t the most... common of interests, she does her best to keep her head down and her thoughts to herself--however, she admits, she can’t help but be.. curious of this other patron, what with the fancier-than-average garments, and--Jessie keeps her gaze averted well before any length of time where it becomes apparent or inappropriate, but--were those clip-on rabbit ears, or hair, or--?

   A cute accessory either way, she supposes...!

   “--Crazy, some of the stuff you can find in these old things,” She continues nonchalantly; holds up a particularly worn and dusty binding, “And in some of the most random of places, right?” Referring to the shop, itself, now, which probably also wasn’t in the best of shape (but, again, for probably good, intentionally-inconspicuous reason). She flips one book to its back, trying to find abstracts or summaries of the contents. “--Course, it’s hard to know what’s even still good or not, with how new tech and information changes and reveals itself every day, it feels like, these days...” A listless, quiet sigh, and a pause...

   Finally, “--What’cha got there? Anything good, you think?” She tosses with a chuckle.

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maybe im just buckwild, but to be Honest, i think it’d be Neat if barret was, even if just by some small fraction, part cetra-----!!

like, im imagining that there were Already generations of half- and one-fourth cetra people; with mako energy uprising over the last 40 years, families kept it more and more hush-hush to keep themselves and their loved ones safe, so children of said families Never Even Knew, bc even telling them would’ve been Unsafe--

barret, maybe a sixteenth, or even less--no crazy, outstanding abilities that draw suspicion from anyone looking, but--every now and then, still hearing these weird, faint voices, and not knowing what to think or make of it. no one else seems to care, growing up, so he figures--well, its normal, then! and because he never leaned in to these weird voices and happenings around him--as he grows older, they fade from his mind.

shinra comes to corel; the promise of mako energy seems so enticing! so interesting! so promising! and then, well, Everything happens--and finally, he gets into planetology. learns about the ancients, the lifestream, all of it--and those voices start to come back. it isn’t that he thinks for a second that he’s a cetra, after all of this--but just that ‘well, of course all this stuff makes sense! you dont have to be an ancient to hear the planet crying out in pain! is that what that was?! why isn’t everyone as upset about this, too?!’ 

idk i just think the way he preaches So passionately Could be interpretted, if you wanted, to allude to how much he Firmly believes in what he’s doing--because he literally can hear it himself, first-hand. its not just some ‘radical faith’ that makes him so bombastic and outspoken about the planets pain--its his lived experience, finally making sense after all these years, and not realizing that it isn’t something everyone else hears and lives through, too

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@box-of-characters​ | for minoru !

   “Old research papers, don’t fail me now...!” She mumbles to no one in particular; mostly herself, sifting through small shelves of old books. An ‘antique’ store (‘junk’ store, but calling it that would probably be bad for business--) near the outskirts of Midgar’s slums, just discrete and out-of-the-way enough to not be worth investigating--

   Was it too much to call books antiques already? So much data had already made the jump to digital ever since mako energy took off, but maybe the use was really only implemented on Midgar, where it was all so concentrated, that it just seemed that way...?

   Jessie shakes her head, one last cluster of bindings catching her attention--which is when she takes notice of another patron of the shop standing just in front of it, dressed rather--nicely? She might describe it as nice, in a way! Ornate, maybe?--for being a civilian in the slums, at least!

   “... Uh, Hey!” She chimes in, offering a small wave in their peripheral, “Sorry--! Can I just--sneak by you and take a peak at some of those books, real quick?”

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@nimbostrxtus​ !

   “Merc,” He mumbles, “Hey, merc--” Before he catches himself, lets out a gruff sigh, and, “Cloud, hey; c’mon, man. You seriously sleep like that?” And nudges the younger’s shoulder with his hand. “You look stiff as a board! Not even gonna take off your shoes to get comfortable?!” And shakes his head as he reclines back into standing up

   “Know the beds are limited and all, what with this not necessarily bein’ an inn,” Elmyra’s house, minus Aerith, plus Marlene and Wedge; safe, for now, but havoc is still unfolding across all of Midgar, as the shock of the plate fall sets in. “... But... Man. You ain’t sore, sittin’ up like that all night?”

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   pssst ! would anyone like 2 participate, perhaps, in a Starter Call ? 👀    (if you’d like a specific muse of mine, just include a reply! otherwise, i’ll choose!)

[handslipped]

[priince]

cloud and barret casually tryna break a door down

[cryeterna-deactivated20210928]

@hercbled

[cloudexe-deactivated20210201]

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   “You know, I never did get an answer.” Comes the sudden baritone that prompts Cloud to dart a look over his shoulder at the other; Barret is pointing a muted, but somehow... amused? expression back at him, even from under the sunglasses. Cloud’s brow knits a stitch in a furrow.

   “About what?” Even-toned, plain, as he turns his shoulders back away, breaking--what he assumed was eye contact.

   “That concierge at that Honeybee Inn;”  Is all Barret need say, probably all he’d get out before the cheeky grin wins his face and Cloud immediately drops his shoulders with an audible sigh--”So what’s this about ‘performing again’--?”

   “If You Value Your Life--”

   “And here I thought Soldier boy ‘didn’t dance’!”

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   He’s never been much one to dwell on the past, and for good, intentional reasons--so it’s odd, particularly, when he finds himself... reflecting? On some of the events of the last few days, however briefly, now that there’s even been just a moment of respite to think about it all.

   ...

   Idly, specifically, when thinking back the events of the Wall Market arena, he recalls that, for the tournament’s finale, he was given the task of fighting a robotic... demon... house?

   ...

   “What the fuck.”

   And decides this a good lesson as to why it’s not worth it to look back.

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CLOUD STRIFE

   ‘default verse’ will take place during or just after the first installment of the final fantasy 7 remake!

BARRET WALLACE

   same as cloud; ‘default verse’ is during/after the 1st remake installment!

JESSIE RASPBERRY

   ‘default verse’ will be events of the remake, as well; since it’s unclear whether she survived (i.e. thought it was clear she died but apparently its her bandana on the table next to biggs at the end? so that could be a teaser that she survived?), this will mostly entail the timeframe of the beginning of the remake, preceding the Sector 7 plate collapse.

SEPHIROTH / JENOVA?

   as sephiroth is a very...  unique character in regards to his literal physical body and ability to confront and interact with others, he won’t really have a ‘default verse’!    ‘crisis verse’; before the events of final fantasy 7 entirely, and more centered on crisis core--after the war with Wutai, but before the Nibelheim incident, when he’s actually still a person capable to walking and talking normally    ‘ff7 verse’; HOO BOY. as it’s super debatable whether sephiroth’s appearances in ff7 (remake OR original) are actually him OR jenova just using his image, this verse is tricky! even if it is sephiroth and not jenova, the fact remains that sephiroths appearances in ff7--are not real, physical manifestation of himself. in the case of this blog, i’ll say that it’s sephiroth when interacting with anyone writing cloud, specifically, as he projects himself onto the jenova experiments; otherwise, it’s actually jenova herself projecting sephiroth’s image to anyone other than cloud. d..do not be afraid to ask for clarification if this makes no sense :’)