-Independent ROCHE roleplay blog; rocked by SODA-
Mostly Final Fantasy 7 Remake compliant and heavily headcanon based.
⚠ Rules ⚠ The MAN, The MYTH

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@marusomongrel
-Independent ROCHE roleplay blog; rocked by SODA-
Mostly Final Fantasy 7 Remake compliant and heavily headcanon based.
⚠ Rules ⚠ The MAN, The MYTH
All I want is a better life, feel the light in my eyes Taking the hand at my side, I’ll reach and make it mine That sly heart beating- So bury me in pleasure Rest in peace, we fall together The Hell in wait just beneath the eyes We will find love in between the lines I love you, so whatever Hate me, take all that I treasure, my honey!
🐝 * ― send 📖 or ( ‘PAGES’ ) for me to write a starter using a random line from a book or fanfiction i’m currently reading.
you could fight me, but you could also kiss me
Who wants rooster boi in their inbox.
Roche’s dearest rival. Idea based on Kate Beaton’s comics
[dirty] >:)
NSFW Prompts
"Damn, Sunshine- You almost sound better than her motor," Roche chuckles, rich and deep against the curve of Zack's ear.
Me: Oh, how expensive could this medication be without my new insurance? It’s generic- Cost: almost 900 DOLLARS Me: *has a heart attack and dies right there in the CVS*
This is so accurate, I’m dying
Random Sentence Starters (Part ???)
“You’ve been listening to the same song on repeat for 3 hours now. Are you okay?”
“Why did you lick the blade?! You just poisoned it you moron!”
“/Really?/ I’m eating here!”
“Can I go /one/ family dinner /without/ a fight breaking out?”
“Since when did you dance?”
“What happened to your face?”
“Uh, you got a hole in your butt.”
“No I’m /not/ buying that for you put it back.”
“Puppy eyes stopped working on me years ago.”
“Don’t give me that sass.”
“Do you got eyes on the back of your head or something?”
“I wasn’t doing nothing!”
“Look, you can rip his arms off /after/ we get the info-”
“Why is your browser history nothing but various methods of killing people and how long it takes?”
“You know, when I said I thought you were hiding something, I didn’t think it was… well… this.”
“Hey you! Duck!”
“I can’t believe you got dunked on by a bunch of toddlers.”
“Do I want to know why you’re laying in the middle of the floor?”
“You’re not bleeding! What more do you want- a booboo kiss?!”
“No, we are /not/ getting a pet. Where are we even going to put it?”
“You got to be the ugliest thing I’ve seen, and I’ve seen a lot.”
“If you vomit over my boots, you /will/ be paying for them, and I /know/ you can’t afford them.”
“If I had a nickel for every time that has happened… I would have two nickels.”
“You’d be a terrible pirate you apologize for accidentally taking the last fork and swap it out for a spoon.”
“If you don’t shut up I will /make/ you shut up.”
“How can you get your voice so damn /low/?”
“You good down there?”
“That’s it, break time for you.”
“You’re cranky, ergo, you need a snack.”
“I would die for you.”
“Hello there!”
“I hate sand. It always gets into my boots and then I can never escape it.”
&+ add your own!
I NEED a hand kiss from this man
KISSING MEME PROMPTS [ALWAYS ACCEPTING *WINK WONKS*]
How many times have they crossed swords like this, in the dead of night, surrounded by the heat of concentrated lasers slicing through alloy and the steady rumble of working machinery.
For Roche, he can't- doesn't want- to think about anything else that may have come before. Listless days spent chasing hazy ghosts of a time that he had the unfortunate luck of not being born into, hoping to catch the phantom glint of a thousand headlights creating a river of chaotic cries and roaring engines. Pushing a beat up old 500cc to it's very limits until he tasted blood and asphalt. Grainy footage of men and women proudly flaunting their rebellious rage with long coats emblazoned by the finest and most time consuming of hand embroidery, slogans and symbols that carried more weight than the very fist of God.
Was there ever a time that actually mattered- before fate had sent a certain Cloud Strife across his winding path? Had anyone made his heartbeat leap straight out of his throat quite like the blonde casting a dismissive glare in his direction- all while he stood in stark, defiant opposition to the intensity of Roche's increasingly wild demands?
He'd long thought his hungers to be insatiable. Maybe they never would be appeased, not by anything of earthly value anyway, but Mister ex-SOLDIER managed- had came the closest to maybe quieting the ever present growling of his desire for just... More.
More speed, more adrenaline, more challenges, more danger- If he didn't reach for everything, then what was the point?
If he couldn't have everything that Cloud had to give, then he didn't want to bother having him at all.
He'd once said that there might not be a place for their particular kind of fire. Sad, but true- perhaps.
When he reaches for him, it's in a shower of bullets and sparks flying from scraping metal. The smell of exhaust and ozone, oil and brimstone. A flash of bared fangs as he tugs a leather glove free from his hand, tossing it aside. Gently does he trail the tips of his bare fingers along the blonde's forearm before giving a turn of the wrist- cradling the fellow warrior's hand within his open palm. Roche leans out of the saddle of his trusty mount and presses his lips to the valleys of battle torn knuckles calloused from combat.
They'll always have tonight.
Always, or never.
KISSING MEME PROMPTS:
kiss prompts for starters and/or drabbles. feel free to make changes as you see fit. enjoy ! <3
hand kiss.
cheek kiss.
neck kiss.
back kiss.
forehead kiss.
ear kiss.
nose kiss.
shy kiss.
happy kiss.
surprise kiss.
angry kiss.
crying kiss.
rough kiss
soft kiss.
quick kiss.
platonic kiss.
jealous kiss.
first kiss.
last kiss.
clumsy kiss.
uninterested kiss.
blown kiss.
awkward kiss.
drunk kiss.
bloody kiss.
sensual kiss.
dying kiss.
secret kiss.
teasing kiss.
against the wall kiss.
alleyway kiss.
rain kiss.
before bed kiss.
goodbye kiss.
‘i’m sorry’ kiss.
‘i missed you’ kiss.
‘good morning’ kiss.
‘goodnight’ kiss.
omnilimit:
What must be the universe’s sick sense of humor has sent him this man to torment him. The point of his sword drops where his sense of incredulity rises. Cloud pushes his tongue against the roof of his mouth, releases a soft ‘tch’‘ of disbelief when his opponent pulls out a goddamn comb and starts brushing his hair, and backs up a couple steps on the oil-slicked asphalt.
Temptation is there, nagging at his heels– take off, follow after Jesse, but there’s no way he can beat a souped up motorcycle on foot.
And his arms hurt like hell, whether he admits it or not. He’d be in trouble if Roche tried to come at him again with his mako-fueled steed. Cloud glances sidelong, looks for some sort of cover away from the open road. A worst-case scenario is still probable even with Roche dicking off in the background.
“Hate to break it to you, but Shinra didn’t give me much of a choice. Why don’t you run off back to your masters if you’re going to waste my time?”
“Oh, this mongrel doesn’t answer when ordered to speak, heel, or sit. They know it, I know it- we’re merely allies of convenience for now. The only siren call that lures me is the promise of danger and adrenaline- Putting it all on the line and pushing past the limits. But enough about me, what I wanna know is...”
Roche trails off, pausing to fold up his switchblade comb and tuck it back into the breast pocket of his uniform. His gaze snaps up suddenly, another grin that’s all canine teeth and reckless abandon as he guns the engine and his bike bucks forward, near steamrolling into the blonde- but Roche leans back and pulls, skidding nearly entirely sideways as he pushes out of the saddle.
He’s nearly nose to nose with other man, curiosity and amusement glimmering in the wild nature of his eyes.
“What does it take to break that stony frown, huh? I wanna know what enflames you, makes you willing to burn straight down to the wick- Then I’ll be satisfied. Although... the world might not be ready for our kind of fire.”
MBTI: ESTP-A; Assertive Entepreneur
A little sketch warm up comic from a text post made by @little-black-dress-zack-fair
Roche is very competitive 🤭
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