eve crescent

ffvii original character loved by @themoonswriter ex soldier first class. sister to the one-winged angel. MDNI 18+ writer is thirty-one evecrescent.crd.co

[evecrescent]

accessing data . . . [ login ACCEPTED: welcome back PROFESSOR HOJO ] accessing files. . . PROJECT JENOVA;EVE. . .

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:  Eve Crescent. ☽ { an original character for FINAL FANTASY VII loved by @themoonswriter }  the damned soldier first class darling of shinra      sister of a doomed man  daughter of a calamity.  canon divergent. remake/rebirth & original timeline. mvrp/multiverse friendly. oc friendly.  MDNI 18+ only. twenty-one years of roleplaying + new to tumblr roleplay.  carrd | rules | twitter general tags ooc. | solos. | starter calls/memes | :･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:  ©redits for psds

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[fragmentedfury]

" someone should have said something, " cloud protests, because it's easier than admitting that he understands what eve is saying. there's something — a part of him, a shadow — that latches onto sephiroth when he's close. something in him is already twisted and fragmented, and the pieces of him that sephiroth can manipulate and command are already pieces that he cannot control....

would they be worse if someone had told him that his memories were lies? maybe they'd have splintered further, fractured him in a way incapable of being healed — maybe he would have done something worse.

though it's hard.... to imagine what worse could be.

" i did kill him, i think, " cloud says, looking down at his palms — in mind's eye, he sees it beyond the fog ; he presses his palm into his forehead and wills the haze to clear. " i don't remember a lot of what happened after . . . but he. . . "

his voice breaks ; he curls his hand into a fist, expression going stone cold. flat. " some warning. that what i knew wasn't true. maybe i could have changed things, maybe i could have stopped — "

stopped what? sephiroth's control over him? stopped himself from handing over the black materia? stopped . . . no. no, he's just angry. at himself, at everyone — demanding explanations feels easier than wallowing in guilt and grief.

[evecrescent]

“ just stop. “ eve’s voice is firm, even though it’s thick with shoved down emotions and regret, “ what could you have done? realistically, tell me. because i’ve been in your shoes, cloud. i told you - it’s why i left the reactor. it’s why i physically knocked myself out - that control… “

 she remembers again the way the icy tendrils seemed to crawl through her veins, the way it made her head throb in agony - the way she no longer viewed the world with her own eyes, but instead had her vision replaced with what it wanted her to see. she had fought it fiercely, low voltage shocks from her gauntlet as a safety measure every time she felt the voices whisper vicious orders in her head. And in the end, those little shocks weren’t enough - by the time she stumbled out of the reactor with Tifa’s bloodied body - unsure if her babbling to that man (Zangon?) was even understandable, or if she was speaking in some unknown tongue. And then with her last bit of sanity intact - using the most powerful thunder spell she could to completely knock herself out to a blissful silence.

 “ would saying anything have helped? would you have even believed me? ‘ hey cloud - that sword doesn’t belong to you. it actually belonged to Zack, your buddy. Before that, belonged to my friend Angeal. Why do you have it, swinging it around like that? Why is it you’re here, but Zack’s still MIA?’” she’s trying to conceal the bitter sorrow in her voice - the realization that Zack was truly gone was a pill she was still struggling to swallow - unwilling to accept it. He was gone, just like the others - and her last promise had been to protect Aerith. And she had fucked that up - broken her promise in ways that could never earn her forgiveness. 

 “ you did something, because you’re still here, alive, at least,” she says - and this time she can’t hide the resentment in her voice, “ whatever happened in that reactor - he did die in some manner. But he and I aren’t normal. Jenova’s entire existence, it’s purpose, is to survive. It only makes sense for that things…true progeny, to inherit its inability to just fucking die. “

 Her fists are clenched tightly, breath quickening as she sits there - hazy guilt filling the pit of her stomach- enough to make her feel nauseous and dizzy. 

 “ It’s not your fault… “ she says finally, her voice softened - head hanging down with silver sheets of hair covering her face’s weary expression, “ It’s mine- it’s been my fault before you ever entered the picture. If I hadn’t been so scared, if I had just… intervened with Sephiroth years ago- if I hadn’t been such a coward, and we had left Shinra when Angeal and Genesis did- things would have been different. But I was scared- I listened to Hojo’s lies… I kept thinking I could handle it- that I could handle Sephiroth, that he’d always listen to me. But I was wrong… and by the time I realized I was wrong, it was too late. And now… now you’re suffering even more because of it. It’s not your fault, Cloud. I told Zack I’d protect Aerith… but I can’t protect anyone, no matter how strong I am. “

[slums-tactician]

" well, for all intents and purposes, i am an orphan out on the street, " biggs shrugs, because he might as well be, even if his parents are alive — he hasn't seen them in almost ten years.

he moves towards the kitchen sink, turning the water on so he can wash the oil off of his fingers with some lukewarm water and soap. the apartment is sluggish and hot, and he's admittedly not all that hungry — he never is when the heat is unbearable.

still, he knows there's not much of a choice when it comes to aerith loading them up with food, so he dries his hands on a towel and sits down with eve.

" ah, i'm sure wedge and jessie would be happy to pick off whatever we have left over, " he shrugs, shaking his head as he looks at the expanse of food spread in front of them. " it's more like she's feeding an army. " he picks up a piece of fruit and takes a bite, glancing at his work table.

" cleaning the guns — they were due. "

[evecrescent]

she snorts lightly, taking a bite of food before answering - “ guess all of Avalanche, or well, you all specifically, are kinda just- stray cats herded together. Barret’s lucky to have Tifa and Wedge to keep you all behaved, think if it was just him… well- “ she shrugged noncommittally, “ I know not much would get done otherwise. No offense.“

Eve takes a moment to wipe at her mouth - truthfully she’s not that hungry herself. Days spent with Aerith usually mean errands and helping people in Sector 5, who inevitably give whatever they have on hand as thanks, including meals and snacks that Aerith insists that they share. She has to wonder sometimes if the constant mother hen-ing Aerith forces upon her come from their shared experience in the Shinra labs. They may have never actually met face to face ( except that one singular time… and Aerith was, as far she knew, unaware of that meeting. ) but it wasn’t exactly a reach to assume their living conditions as lab specimens were all that different, and shared the same neglect growing up.

( It also probably didn’t help that despite her physical strength and fortitude, Eve remained short and downright scrawny at times. )

“ Well, they’re more than welcome to take whatever's left, “ she replied easily, reaching back into the basket and pulling out two bottles of cider that still remain ice cold to the touch - handing one to Biggs with a small smile, “ As for feeding an army, well… you guys aren’t quite at that level yet, but even terrorists need to bulk up, don’t they?” 

She glances over at his work table where the disassembled guns lay amidst oil stains and sighed, “ Everyone else is laying in bed with the least amount of clothing on, and their one working fan aimed directly at them. And you… you’re up at your desk, sweating bullets and cleaning guns. “ she gives a little sniff, pretending to recoil with her nose scrunched up, “ Think I’m starting to enjoy the smell of metal, and gun oil mixed in with your sweat. A very sweet and distinct smell~ Better than the smell outside by a long shot. “ 

[midgaravalanche]

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[midgaravalanche]

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[midgaravalanche]

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[priceofreedom]

I was worried about you. FF7 Rebirth 37 / ?

[fragmentedfury]

{ @evecrescent }

the fog that clouds his memories has not faded. he knows more now than he did before ; he can distinguish some aspects of the truth from where his mind had blended different realities, but there are still headaches that thrum right behind his temples. she is one of the biggest black spots, when he thinks about the past — of course he knows her, but does he really? and she knows more than he does ; it twists in his gut when he realizes she probably knows him better than he does.

it's either very late in the evening or very early in the morning, and he's awake. they're — somewhere, a small inn that had offered them up a room for the evening as they travel towards their ultimate goal. defeat sephiroth, save the world ; that, at least, is a truth that he does not need to second-guess, whatever the reality of everything else is. eve is awake, too, outside of the inn, and cloud is quiet when he joins her. sitting quietly on the step beside her, careful to keep space between them.

" you knew the truth. " the words are an accusation as much as they are a statement of truth ; eve knew him, knew the life cloud was claiming as his own. . . knew who's life he was impersonating, how poorly he was impersonating it. to be the legacy of someone who is so deeply good — cloud is doing a piss-poor impression. " you never said anything. "

neither did tifa. neither did — well, he supposes he understands why she never said anything. . . he doesn't understand why eve would allow the lies.

[evecrescent]

Eve  remains  quiet  even  after  Cloud  speaks  -  he's  asking  questions  she  knew  would  be  asked  someday  of  her.  Her  fingers  lightly  trace  the  lid  of  her  cheap  coffee  that  the  inn  provided,  lips  flattened  into  a  thin  line  and  brow  furrowed  as  she  continues  to  look  down  at  the  dirt,  scuffing  it  with  her  boot  in  a  repeated  anxious  moment.  What,  really,  could  she  say  that  would  make  it  all  better?  The  last  time  this  happened,  the  last  time  her  lying  by  omission  had  been  brought  up  -  it  had  spelled  the  end  of  her  brother,  and  his  words  still  haunted  her  in  her  sleep  every  night.  The  bags  beneath  her  eyes  were  a  testament  to  that.  And  he  hadn't  even  believed  her. 

“  More  lies…  if  you  knew  all  this  time,  why  wouldn't  you  tell  me?  Angeal…  Genesis-  I  could  care  less  about  their  secrets  and  lies.  But  you,  Eve?  You  stand  there  and  tell  me  you've  been  keeping  secrets  from  me  too?  After  everything  I've  done  for  you?  When  all  we've  ever  had  is  each  other…  and  you  chose  to  lie  to  me?  And  now  you  expect  me  to  believe  you…”

The  coffee  cup  crumples  in  her  hand,  what  little  liquid  still  inside  spilling  down  her  hand  in  small  black  rivulets,  and  she  watches  it  stream  down  as  she  finally  speaks,  “  Would  it  have  made  much  difference  if  I  had?  I  mean  -  really?  “  she  sighs,  reaching  a  hand  up  to  try  and  rub  away  at  the  exhaustion  in  her  eyes,  ”  And  truthfully,  I  didn't  know  what  was  going  on,  not  really.  I  was  told  you  were  dead.  You,  my  brother  and…  Zack-  that  all  three  of  you  had  died.  And  I  had  no  reason  to  disbelieve  that  even  despite  the  source  being  Hojo.  I  left  Zack  in  that  reactor  because  I  couldn't-  if  I  had  stayed…"

She  takes  in  a  shaky  breath  as  the  memories  fill  her  head  -  the  way  her  head  had  throbbed  with  whispers  and  delusions,  her  limbs  jerking  in  ways  she  hadn't  consciously  moved  them  -  eyes  blurring  over  until  she  could  wrest  back  the  tiniest  bit  of  control  back  from  the  parasite  trying  to  invoke  it's  maternal  heritage  over  her. 

“  I  thought  I  had  left  Zack  -  all  of  you  in  there  to  die.  But  if  I  had  stayed…  I  probably  would've  ended  up  being  another  obstacle.  I  didn't-  didn't  want  that…  so  I  left.  Better  chance  if  Zack  just  had  to  fight  Sephiroth  and  not  both  of  us.  But  still  -  it  didn't  seem  unlikely  for  you  all  to  have  died…  as  much  as  it  hurt  to  believe.  So  when  you  showed  up  -  alive  -  I  didn't…  I  didn't  know  what  to  think.  I  didn't  know  what  had  happened  after  I  left  the  reactor…  and  I  thought  of  asking  you-  but…"

But  why  hadn't  she?  Was  it  the  sight  of  the  buster  sword  that  had  caused  the  words  to  die  in  her  throat  before  they  ever  had  the  chance  to  be  asked?  The  legacy  of  Angeal,  entrusted  to  Zack,  now  on  Cloud's  back,  seemingly  unaware  of  the  heavy  burden  it  held. 

“  Honestly,  I  was  confused  at  first.  The  way  you  spoke  to  me,  the  things  you  said.  None  of  it  made  any  sort  of  sense.  And  then…  maybe  I  got  scared.  Scared  that  I'd  make  it  worse,”  her  brow  furrows,  and  her  jaw  tightens,  twitching  as  she  tries  to  keep  control  of  her  emotions,  “  The  last  time  I  tried  to  set  things  straight-  the  last  time  I  tried  to  explain  the  truth,  all  of  it.  Sephiroth  didn't  listen.  He  hated  me  for  it,  I  only  made  it  worse…  he  died-  or…  whatever  it  is  happened  to  him-  hating  me.  Just  like  Hojo  said  he  would.  I  didn't  want  it  to  happen  again,  I  didn't  know  what  had  happened  to  you,  where  you  had  been-  what  if  I  just  made  it  worse  again?  What  if  I  made  you  worse?  I  didn't  want  to  be  responsible  for  that  again!  I  didn't  want  to  hurt  anyone…  I  didn't  want  any  of  this…  not  again.  ”

[risingoflights]

Carrying on with the Shinra Photo Book Project… This hurt a little to do, considering… everything.

(People with muses - I’d love to hear how yours would respond to this one.)

[amanuesls]

                                           ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ʀᴀɪɴꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ. . .

                                                                       . . . ᴀᴍᴏɴɢꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅꜱ.

 Ava Hwang　―　Secretary, Hunter, Hostess. [ An Original character for Final Fantasy VII - Love and Deepspace - Like a dragon verses.]

                                                ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ: ꜱᴏᴍɴɪᴄᴜʟᴏꜱᴜꜱ

Canon Compliant & Divergent. 　　―――― 　　Any timeline friendly.

[ rebirth/remake & original timeline. Mvrp/Multiverse Friendly. OC Friendly. ]

 MNDI +18 only. +21 writer, 10+ years of roleplay experience + new to tumblr roleplay.

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[evecrescent]

{ ooc ⋆.˚ ☾ }

Decided to edit Alissa from the new EC chapter cos she's clearly some sort of lucrecia clone or.... Something. And ahhhhhh im screamin its eveee. the doomed siblings look so good 😭😭😭 im cryin.

Granted, atp during EC/First Soldier, Eve is like... 10/11? So this would probably be more what she looks like during Crisis Core. (Tho in CC she has pigtails, she takes on Lucrecia's hairstyle after she deserts Shinra at the end of CC.)

anyway, doesn't original art isn't mine, belongs to square, just wanted to see what itd look like (im cry)

edit:

Cleaned up her face of the cuts n stuff. :))

Im love....

[evecrescent]

[ @slums-tactician continued from here ]

“  ding  ding  ding,  we  have  a  winner-”  she  replies  easily,  setting  down  the  basket  before  moving  to  grab  plates  for  them  both,  clearly  at  ease  and  at  home  in  his  apartment,  “  had  to  get  to  her  to  stop  loading  it  up  with  even  more  food,  and  even  then,  we'll  still  probably  have  leftovers  to  give  out  or..  I  don't  know,  Wedge  can  give  the  rest  to  his  cats.  "

she  sits  down,  a  plate  of  her  own  food  in  front  of  her  -  a  plate  for  Biggs  set  to  the  side,  “  you'd  think  we  were  orphans  or  something,  out  on  the  streets  with  the  way  she  acts  sometimes,”  she  mutters,  shaking  her  head,  “  anyway,  eat  up.  like  i  said,  she  loaded  me  up  with  plenty  of  food.  ” 

she  takes  a  moment,  poking  at  the  food  on  her  plate  briefly  before  looking  over  at  him,  resting  her  chin  on  the  palm  of  her  hand,  “  what  were  you  working  on  so  intently  on  when  I  walked  in?  ”

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

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[evecrescent]

{ ooc ⋆.˚ ☾ }

watching a playthrough of the new FS chapter (cos I hate playing it i get so annoyed by the gacha lmao) and 1. p. sure its gonna kill me based on the screenshots i've been seeing.

but 2. all i can think of is little bb eve meeting angeal and just very sincerely asking him to please be sephiroth's friend, she knows that he can be cold and off putting but he really needs a friend that won't leave him so please be his best friend.

oooughh...

[slums-tactician]

Late into the evening, sun lamps powered down and a dim yellow light flickering overhead, Biggs finds himself drenched in sweat in the Slums—typical heat. He sits at the table in his apartment, the scent of gun oil thick in the air as he works. Slow. Methodical.

[evecrescent]

she  was  fairly  sure  (  actually  quite  sure  )  that  biggs  had  likely  not  eaten  yet  -  or  had  gotten  by  with  some  meager  meal  hastily  thrown  together  but  not  anything  that  could  be  considered  proper  sustenance.  so  after  aerith  had  been  safely  returned  back  home,  she  had  left  the  gainsborough  house  with  packaged  leftovers  stuffed  in  her  arms  with  the  instructions  to  ensure  both  she  and  biggs  ate  it  all  -  and  that  aerith  would  know  if  they  hadn't. 

carefully  balancing  the  basket  of  food  in  her  arms,  she  carefully  opens  the  door  to  his  apartment,  peeking  inside  to  see  where  he  was  at.

“  hey  -  special  delivery  here.  can't  refuse  it  either.  and  no,  i  won't  just  leave  it  on  the  counter  either,  ‘cos  i  know  you’ll  forget  about  it.  "

[rpmemes-galore]

the violently protective … sentence starters  lots of mentions of violence and death throughout 

the protector 

“Of course I killed them. they hurt you.”

“They made you cry…? Where are they?”

“Don’t feel sorry for them, they deserved it.”

“Don’t worry, they won’t be bothering you, again.”

“These bruises are worth it to make sure you’re safe.”

“Why would you want to protect them? They hurt you.”

“Who did this to you? No, don’t lie to me… who did this?”

“If they even step foot near you, again, I’ll take care of it…”

“No, they don’t deserve any mercy. Not after they hurt you.”

“I swear to god, I’m going to rip him/her/them apart for this.”

“Stop? Why? Don’t you want them to pay for what they did to you?”

the protected 

“Make them hurt for this… please.”

“Stop! Stop, don’t hurt him/her/them!”

“There. That’s the one who did this to me.”

“Violence doesn’t solve anything, just let this be.”

“They made me bleed. Maybe you should return the favor.”

“I don’t want them dead, I just want them to leave me alone.”

“Why did you do this? Why…? I never asked you to fight them.”

“No, I don’t want you to fight them for me. It’s not that big a deal.”

“I don’t care what you do to them, just keep them away from me.”

“I’m not worth you risking your life for… for what? Getting even for me?”

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[slums-tactician]

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