In my own salvation

An 18+ Genesis Rhapsodos roleplay blog | Roleplays and Associated Memes | Canon/Oc Friendly | Trigger Warnings Ahead; Read At Own Risk | Written By Asher 

[everythingfox]

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[loveless-raptor]

thefirstthaumaturge​:

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕄𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕒𝕣 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕤 : ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ @loveless-raptor​ Her head tilted to the other side. It struck her as odd for him to think about it. Arialla was one to eavesdrop on conversations and the murmurs of others around them whispered his voice and other SOLDIER’s once or twice. Even in the corner of her eye she’d notice gazes that wouldn’t cease. It was a bit unnerving since everything was out of her control. Usually, she had some sort of semblance of the situation, but now he had the reins. A single hand immobilized her. His skin was very soft for a warrior. Vulnerability replaced her normal rough exterior. If he were any other person, and if they had touched her, she’d be finding any tool around her to gouge his eyes out. She had to continue to lead him into a false sense of security. Or were these feign statements Arialla was telling herself to believe she’s under control? Her eyes looked away in order not to be sucked into his lovely blue hues. How revolting. He was trying to charm her as if those things mattered. “Do you care about how you look? What if people see you with me? What will they say? I want to know what all humans think of me.”  The dazzling lights of Wall Market were mesmerizing. Every time she would look at one spectacle another would arise. It was a far cry from what she was used to. Even if she had only been on Gaia for a couple of months, she could still conclude that it was quite beautiful. Lights were usually a sign that something was being examined. A flash or two over her meant she was on the table again. Arialla made herself jump even thinking about it. Wall Market had some interesting characters wandering about. Even some that completely forgot how to use their legs and stumbled wherever they went. There were girls parading themselves as if they were royalty, others dressed as bees and an overzealous people throwing their money away to all of Wall Markets entertainments. Is this what they would be doing here?   “Food.” She said in a demanding tone. “Dresses then food.” She clung onto his arm and pulled onto it leading him deeper into the bowels of Wall Market. “Don’t you like it here? Isn’t this where everyone has fun? I need fun. Otherwise, I would have to kill something.”  Her foot caught something sticky and immediately kicked it away. The scent of food was bringing her closer to not caring about clothes. 

The only genuine smiles he had these days were when his gaze fell upon her. The only time he allowed himself to be vulnerable was with her. She could destroy him at a moment's notice and he wouldn't even so much as defend himself. A rare moment of him without gloves, rubbing his thumb over the tender flesh of her check.The SOLDIER could have stared into her eyes for an eternity.

However, the moment progressed without him. He had seen her lips move, but the words hadn't registered just yet. When it did, he found his eyes fluttering. Hm? Did he care about his own looks? Most certainly! Had to make sure he looked good out there in front of his fan club! Had to make sure that he looked more stunning than Sephiroth! The attention and the publicity was what he was hoping for, give his fan clubs something to write about. She would be getting what she wanted in that case. Should be careful what she wished for.

There was one tailer in particular that he knew off that had a shop in Wall Market. That's where he was hoping to wisk her away to. They were making attempts to get there when she started to cling to his arm. Hm? Was there something wrong? Did she need something? Was there something amiss? No, she was talking again. Food? Hadn't he just fed her? His concept of time had been off recently. Always seemed to lose track of it when he was with her.

"What kind of foods do you think you'd enjoy? Wall Market has just about everything." He knew she liked to hang out with that one Turk when she wasn't with him. That other redhead stuffed her full of junk food almost constantly. Her pallette must be full of all sorts of awful things. Had to make sure that he cleansed it for her, treated her to only the finer things in life.

Or about as fine as Wall Market could offer.

"I like it well enough. They've got some entertaining attractions." The collisium. The Honey Bee Inn. Madam M's place. Just to name a few of the attractions.

[loveless-raptor]

thefirstthaumaturge​:

Almost Human

After spending time listening to all of Genesis’s theories on Loveless and answering as much as she could regarding it, it was time for his end of the deal. Other than keeping her away from ShinRa, he promised to show her the true Midgar experience. Without the lies, the constant struggling to survive; Midgar was a city filled with boundless luxuries. At least, that is what she was told. She spent her days only trying to remove the tracks she left behind so that ghastly professor wouldn’t find her. It took some time, but she was able to achieve that feat.

In a lot of ways, she should be thanking Genesis for everything he’s done for her. The thought still plagued her: Was he simply doing all these favors because he thought she was the goddess he praised so much? If she were simply Arialla, would he still take her away from all the troubles shes come across? The causation shouldn’t outweigh her mission, but it couldn’t hurt to even think about it.

It hurt… a little. Arialla wasn’t meant to grow fond of any human. If she were to encounter one, the only thing she was to do was analyze their importance. If they were nothing but irritable creatures stepping in front of her main objective, then she would have to eliminate them. He did, in fact, pose as a wonderful asset but it was becoming more than that as the minutes go by. The smile he gave her on the train still left a mark.

There first step was to find lovely attire that matched the occasion. He had told her of a wonderful seamstress that could make her something pleasing to the eye. Arialla didn’t know what it meant to be a fashionista, but she was willing to learn. “Is it important for a human to be beautiful?” She asked innocently. “I never knew the importance before living here…. I never knew why people cared. Yet, when I see the other women walking about in their flowing dresses, I wish I could be one of them. Is that selfish?”  Arialla twiddled her thumbs and swayed from side to side. 

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕄𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕒𝕣 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕤 : ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ @loveless-raptor​

Pleasant smiles did little to hide tired eyes. How much effort had been put into keeping ShinRa away from the woman in his company? Enough that it had drained him to near exhaustion. But masks did a wonder for keeping certain things hidden. Not a single person, not even his friends Angeal or Sephiroth, knew that he was harboring Arialla. Though he was sure the aforementioned friends had their suspicions. They could prove nothing. This achievement that he had secured was not without reward, however. His perceived Goddess had answered everything he could have ever wanted to know and more. Though some of it made little sense to him. Having to work at his own theories just a little bit more, figure out details that he might have missed that would make it all make sense. His wall had become just a little bit more plastered with notes. "Hm?" The question caught him off guard. "Is it important to be beautiful?" Not something that he had really thought much of. Given that he himself was one of the most desirable people of Midgar (or so his ego let him believe) it just wasn't something he took into consideration. Was it important? "I suppose some people could argue that it is." Did this have something to do with the fact that he had suggested that they get her better clothes? Not to say there was anything wrong with what she'd had previously, but . . . One could only blend in so much with those. To keep her hidden from ShinRa meant that they would need to make sure everything about her couldn't be picked out in a crowd. Besides, everyone needed fresh duds every now and then, did they not? A hand gently pressed against her face, thumbing softly at her cheek. To be fair, he would have thought the Goddess to be beautiful no matter what her attire might have been. Though that was something to believe in theory, was it not? What of in practice? "Don't worry, I'm not going to think any less of you whether you become selfish or not. If you desire a flowing dress of your own, then that's what you shall have. Unless, of course, you'd prefer something else."

[thefirstthaumaturge]

|| With @loveless-raptor || “For a human, you don’t reek of regret. You feel….different… approachable.” 

[loveless-raptor]

thefirstthaumaturge​:

Arialla tapped the box on its sides as a nervous tick. Why was she so nervous? Flattery was one thing, but nerves were causing her to feel unfamiliar sensations. There was an unspoken promise here. It was to herself rather than to him. She’d remain with Genesis until she can ensure she’d escape ShinRa’s watchful eye. She’d try her best to fit in to the best of her abilities. Living with a human was a good first step.

The way her name slipped from his lips caused an indulgence of comfort to caress her body. Her lips pinched to a smile in response. “Greetings, Homeowner!” Out of all the options she could have picked that was probably the worst one. It was better than staying silent, she supposed. She stepped into his humble abode. Her eyes darted to everything they can set themselves on. There was history in these walls. History she couldn’t even begin to describe. When she stepped inside there was a creak on the floor panel. This was one indication of the houses age. Since she was new to this world, she couldn’t identify things that were ancient. Every aesthetic seemed bizarre to her. “This…is home…” That impressed her the most. Freedom to call a vicinity a home was a blessing. Arialla never had a home. She travelled all over her plant. The ground she stood on was enough. The laboratory she was brought up in could be called a home, but she never felt welcomed to address it as one. She turned around to smile at him once more. “Thank you.” The alien set her box on the table beside the entrance then stepped closer. She leaned over to look at all the pictures and even touched the plants decorating the room. She wanted to see everything. “Will you be my guide?”

Well. He'd certainly never been called a homeowner before. That was new. How was he supposed to feel about that? Lips parted to make a comment, but they found themselves closing as she made her way inside. That box wasn't supposed to go there. As soon as she left it alone, he picked it up and began to carry it for her. The least that he could do was show her to where she'd be sleeping.

"Its about as home as it cane be, I suppose." The redhead advanced into the room and stood a little ways off to the side. Allow her to look around. Get a feel for the place. That's what she would have lived, right? Or was she waiting on him to be a guide? Mm, he should ask. But no sound came out. Even when she thanked him all he did was nod.

To say that he didn't like having people over would have been somewhat correct. People he enjoyed could stay as long as they wanted. People he was unsure about usually didn't stay long. So what was she going to do, hm? Mind lost in thoughts, the box shifting in his arms when one position hurt too much. Her voice floating into his ears got his attention, his head turning to look at her.

"Oh, sure." Well. It wasn' much of a tour. The main room where everyone gathered. A small sitting area where he liked to enjoy Loveless. What could have been a kitchen where quick foods could be prepped. Then there was a place where it looked like he slept. A closet off to the side for his clothing, uniforms and off duty attire.

Then there was the area that he had cleaned up and gotten ready for his guest. It definitely wasn't much, a bed and a nightstand. What else could she possibly have needed? "That's pretty much everything. This right here is where you'll be staying. Or rather, where you'll be sleeping."

[loveless-raptor]

To say that Genesis was doing this of his own volition was wrong. Oh so very wrong. There had been a bet made and a bet lost. So he had extended an invitation to an individual that he normally wouldn't have. There was the chance that she would say no and that had been what he had counted on. However, she had said yes. So there he was making an attempt to clean up some space for her in this room of his.

Were these rooms even big enough to accommodate multiple people? Yes, he had had Angeal in here several times. Sephiroth not as often as the man didn't really seem like being in here for extended periods. So it was possible, just not likely. There wasn't even really much to clean up in here either. Put some clothes away, tidy up a few books. Hideaway most of his Loveless notes and things of that nature because he was sure she wouldn't want to see any of that.

Then came the fabled knocks at the door. Except they weren't knocks. She was repeatedly pressing the doorbell. What on Gaia was her obsession with that thing? It irritated his nerves. However, he needed to make a good first impression himself. Walking over to the door, he opened it with something akin to a smile on his face. A slight curl of the lips, nothing more. Not what he had been expecting, but it pleased him. Was that the only box? It looked like it. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Ah, Arialla. You've arrived. Please, do come in. Make yourself at home." Or don't. He wasn't picky. Just wanted to get her in here and make good on the loss. Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad.

// @thefirstthaumaturge Continued from [x]

[johanirae]

FFVII:Remake | The true reason why Rude was never without glasses was that he was TOO HOT (hot damn) without them 

[loveless-raptor]

Its been so long since I was actually logged into this. I should perhaps long in more often. 

[loveless-raptor]

Hi, it's me. Your local trash lord is here. Granted for all of two seconds to post this then disappear again. But I’m here. So there’s that.

[loveless-raptor]

Why don't you love me?

“In order for me to love you, you would first have to matter to me.”

[ivory-paragon]

                                      New Era. New President.

                         Independent Rufus ShinRa from Final Fantasy VII 

                                                           Penned by James 

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[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Symbol meme starters.

[edhelarchive-deactivated2021072]

Send one for my muse’s reaction! Feel free to alter context, switch muse’s positions, etc, as necessary. Contains some mild NSFW.

(chest) - for your muse to press a hand against my muse’s chest (hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair (backhand) - for your muse to backhand my muse (jaw) - for your muse to grip my muse’s jaw in one hand (lap) - for your muse to sit in my muse’s lap (whisper) - for your muse to whisper in my muse’s ear (bottom) - for your muse to rest a hand on my muse’s ass (or slap it) (undress) - for your muse to undress mine (may not be nsfw!) (pin) - for your muse to pin mine to a specified surface (yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger (bite) - for your muse to bite mine (palm) - for your muse to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth (throw) - for your muse to physically throw mine (piggyback) - for your muse to leap onto my muse’s back for a piggyback ride (nourish) - for your muse to provide my muse with food or drink (secret) - for your muse to reveal a secret to mine (specify the secret!) (discover) - for your muse to discover information about mine that they shouldn’t know (rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger (lie) - for your muse to lie to mine (specify the lie) (confess) - for your muse to make a confession of truth to mine (specify!) (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed (hide) - for your muse to hide somewhere with my muse (sleep) - for your muse to fall asleep on mine (misc) - create your own/sender specifies! useful if something here gives you an idea that isn’t otherwise written.

[feed-your-inbox]

Send a word for your muse to find my muse in a certain state.

Mostly angsty stuff, but feel free to add your own.

Tears - Find my muse crying.

Rest - Find my muse sound asleep.

Dream - Find my muse moving in their sleep due to a dream or nightmare.

Bleed - Find my muse injured.

Drink - Find my muse drunk.

Collapse - Find my muse blacked-out on the ground.

Leaving - Find my muse dying.

Grave - Find my muse dead.

Fear - Find my muse panicking about something.

Hide - Find my muse hiding from something or someone.

Anger - Find my muse very angry.

Escape - Find my muse trying to run away from something or someone.

Toxic - Find my muse poisoned.

Bruise - Find my muse badly beaten up. 

Freeze - Find my muse trying to keep warm in the cold.

Battle - Find my muse in the middle of a fight with someone or something.

Saw - Find my muse getting a limb amputated. 

Cough - Find my muse coughing out blood.

[hyperionknight-deactivated20170]

You. That's right, YOU.

My muse is blindfolded and listening. Go on anon and whisper something into their ear. It can be anything you like, a confession, a secret, a memory – there are no limits.

[selfsaving]

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION .

acts  that  could  be  aggressive   //   or  a  little  bit  sexy   //   or  both.                     send  a  symbol  from  your  muse  to  mine.  feel  free  to  combine  actions  or  add  specifics  even  when  it  doesn’t  ask  for  it   !     can  send  non - sexually  as  well.

THREATENING

🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat .

🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat .

👕   //   slide  a  weapon  up  under  my  muse’s  shirt     (   can  specify   ) .

👔   //   grab  my  muse  by  the  collar   &   pull  them  closer .

🔒   //   lock  my  muse  in  a  room  alone  with  your  muse .

🗩   //   verbally  threaten  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

PINNING

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall .

📌   //   pin  my  muse’s  wrists  above  their  head .

🔵   //   grab  my  muse  hard  enough  to  leave  a  bruise .

🔑   //   handcuff  my  muse .

➰   //   tie  my  muse  to  a  chair .

⭕   //   restrain  my  muse  with  an  item  of  clothing     (   please  specify   ) .

🚨   //   push  my  muse  to  the  ground   &   straddle  them .

📢   //   tell  my  muse   ‘  stop  squirming   !  ’ .

🔗   //   otherwise  restrain  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

LIGHTER

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours .

⚡   //   tug  my  muse’s  hair .

⚠️   //   bite  my  muse     (   can  specify  where   ) .

😏   //   give  my  muse  a  hickey .

✂️   //   run  fingernails  over  my  muse’s  skin   &   scratch  them .

💦   //   cover  my  muse’s  mouth .

DARKER

💋   //   give  my  muse  a  kiss  that  draws  blood .

🗡️   //   cut  my  muse  with  a  knife     (   can  specify  where   ) .

💀   //   kidnap  my  muse .

😶   //   put  a  hand  over  my  muse’s  nose   &   mouth .

💥   //   tighten  something  around  my  muse’s  throat  that  restricts  their  blood - flow  /  oxygen  supply     (   please  specify   ) .

[eternalmemes]

Send ➳ and I’ll generate a number between 1-  15 to see what kind of kiss my muse will give yours!

1. A soft kiss on the nose 2. A rough kiss against the wall 3. A kiss underwater 4. A kiss under the covers 5. A kiss between laughter 6. A drunken kiss 7. A kiss while the other is sick 8. A kiss during sex 9. A kiss while hugging from behind 10. A kiss before leaving 11. A kiss while watching a movie 12. A kiss when the power is out 13. A kiss when scared 14. A kiss while crying 15. A kiss on the forehead

[rppanda]

Send a number to find my muse...

Sleeping at a table.

Singing in private.

Attempting to kill a spider, and failing.

Crying laughing.

Doing something embarrassing.

Getting chores done.

Loopy with lack of sleep.

Post-wisdom teeth removal.

Hiding a broken object.

Covered in blood.

In a fit of anger.

Throwing a tantrum.

Hiding in a closet.

Stuck somewhere with your muse.

Muffling their cries.

On a swing-set alone.

Feeling lonely.

Cuddling their pillow.

Staring at your muse.

Recovering from throwing up.

Stabbing a body repeatedly.

Somewhere they’re not supposed to be.

Screaming by themselves.

Holding a wound.

Dead.