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Indie RENO RP blog from Final Fantasy VII. Written by Soda.

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-Heavily based off of headcanons and the 1997 depiction of Reno from Final Fantasy VII-

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Relationship Headcanons

💕 + a character: Under which circumstance would your muse fall in love with them? 😘 + a character: How could they get your muse to like them more than they already do? 💔 + a character: What must they do to ruin their relationship? ⚡ + a character: How would they get your muse angry at them? 🍃 + a character: What would they have to do to get your muse to be more trusting towards them? ✨ + a character: What must happen for your character to get involved with mine?

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Everyone crowd around this useless coward Don't show it any kindness Laughing at that look on my face "Such a poor thing..." This is Life (WOW!)

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slurred words

"I don' believe in that hoo-de-hoo 'Ancient' mumbo-jumbo, no SIR. More trouble than she's worth, that one. She's all like 'eheh~ I'm so bossy and fun!' then she's smackin' ya in the goolies with that giant ass stick. No thank you."

[ceaselxss]

Ah, new year, same old desire to tear down this hell of a company. 

[matchstickmobster]

"New Year, but the same old fuckin' problems, amirite? But hey, after a few drinks I'm feeling pretty good. Feelin' fresh and whatever."

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First Death - Toru Kitajima (TK) from 凛として時雨

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- 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

❝ Being your friend should come with a warning label. ❞

❝ It’s amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad game. ❞

❝ Are you mansplaining my power? ❞

❝ Emotion isn’t exactly your strong suit. ❞

❝ I don’t believe in heaven or hell, but I do believe in revenge. ❞

❝ Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it. ❞

❝ There’s nothing quite like the feeling of being proven right. ❞

❝  Because trust and cooperation have always been the hallmarks of our relationship. ❞

❝  Anytime I grow nauseous at the sight of a rainbow or hear a pop song that makes my ears bleed, I’ll think of you. ❞

❝ I’ve learned so much from you. Part of it is admittedly criminal behavior. ❞

❝ Not hugging is kind of our thing. ❞

❝ When the dance floor calls, you gotta answer. ❞

❝ Typically I have great admiration for well-executed revenge plots, but yours was a bit extreme, even for my high standards.  ❞

❝ Except I won’t cry and whine like a child. ❞

❝ I can’t believe you were in a secret society and didn’t tell me. ❞

❝ You brought a gun to a sword fight. Probably the first smart decision you’ve made today. ❞

❝ Emotion equals weakness. ❞

❝ I find social media to be a soul sucking void of meaningless affirmation. ❞

❝ These are all traits of great writers. And serial killers. ❞

❝ Sometimes I act like I don’t care if people like me. Deep down, I secretly enjoy it. ❞

❝ I like to win. Is that so wrong? ❞

❝ For the record, I don’t believe that I’m better than everyone else, just that I’m better than you. ❞

❝ Use the words ‘little’ and 'girl’ to address me again and I can’t guarantee your safety. ❞

❝ If he breaks your heart, I’ll nail gun his. ❞

❝ You guys are making me nauseous. Not in a good way. ❞

❝ When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind: rope, shovel, hole. ❞

❝ You know the old saying, never bring a knife to a sword fight. Unless it’s concealed. ❞

❝ Secrets are like zombies, they never truly die. ❞

❝ Tears don’t fix anything. So I vowed to never do it again. ❞

❝ Please, flattery will get you nowhere. ❞

❝ I’m not friend material, let alone more-than-friend material. I will ignore you, stomp on your heart, and always put my needs and interests first. ❞

❝ Every day is all about me. This one just comes with cake and a bad song. ❞

❝ Emotions are a gateway trait. They lead to feelings, which trigger tears. I don’t do tears.❞

❝ It’s either they write our story or we do. You can’t have it both ways. ❞

❝ I don’t need your help or your pity. I already have a mother and a therapist. That’s enough torture, even for me. ❞

❝ I don’t bury hatchets. I sharpen them. ❞

❝ Friends are a liability and can be exploited. That makes them weaknesses. ❞

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slurred words :>

my muse describes yours while hammered out of their mind [ACCEPTING]

"Tifa seems all like... 'tee hee, look at me, I'm so sweet and nice!' on the surface, but I seen her kick Rude so hard, he puked up his breakfast. Like, with just ONE foot," he emphasizes this by elevating a knobby-kneed leg and shaking it around.

"Yeah, for Baldy it was love at first... ass-kicking. Don' get me wrong, if we weren't already acquainted, I might pay her to choke me out. Probably would'a cage-fought her first, though- See what she's really got goin' on, y'know? Yeah, perfect first date. We can patch each other up and grab a bite to eat after kickin’ the shit outta each other. Now THAT’S romantic.”

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“slurred words”

my muse describes yours while hammered out of their mind [ACCEPTING]

"If I'm gonna die then lemee die gettin' squished under those big ol' knockers-" Reno exclaims, making interesting grabby motions with his hands.

"Just fuckin' smash my head in with them thick-ass gams, sit on my face and grind my lower jaw into fuckin'... SAND. Into DUST."

That took him awhile, but he managed words. Somewhat.

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Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

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“#” for a RANDOM text

[RedderThanDead]: Ok so hypotheticly cud a coeurl crush my skull like a melon btwn its jaws [RedderThanDead]: hypotheticly spkng [RedderThanDead]: r they like rotwielers and dont let go even if ya punch em

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"It's late, you should be getting home." Tseng suggests; from where he sits at his desk with no intention of going home yet himself. There's always more work.

Reno's sprawled all over the couch, leafing through some interior design magazine the size of someone's head that Tseng keeps around just to make his office look less like a fucking tomb.

He was weirdly particular about stuff like that.

"Now why would I do that? You're such a charming conversationalist, Number One," he replied, tossing the weighty periodical back on the immaculately clean and polished coffee table.

"You eaten yet? Was thinkin'a ordering takeout. Whaddaya in the mood for?"

Tseng always looked like he was tougher than a coffin nail and composed like a sonuvabitch, but Reno also knew the guy was a Type A workaholic. The least he could do was get some decent food in the guy before he finally allowed himself to get some shut eye.

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send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[Unknown number]: So, who do u like more? [Unknown number]: syke, i already kno its Tifa [Unknown number]: i guess i wouldnt mind a gal who can benchpress me hehehehe [Unknown number]: shit u ignorin me???

[little-black-dress-zack-fair]

Reno: If I need you, I'll give you a signal.

Rude: What's the signal?

Reno: I'll initiate the scream of a little girl.

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Oooh, ya’ll wanna write with me so bad, oooh-

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“Another evening at the HoneyBee Inn, Reno?”

Reno held one shirt, then another over his chest as he inspected his reflection in his newly bought and installed full length mirror. Both looked equally good on his skinny frame. That was the one good thing about being built like a tall-ass lamp post— it was easy finding clothing. Nearly anything he bought looked good when hanging off his bony shoulders.

“I’ve got a hot date tonight,” the Turk said as he turned sideways and tried yet another shirt. “Well, not really. I got a meet and greet with some dame who’s a real looker. I might as well try not to look too shabby."

He turned back toward the mirror and dragged his fingers through his hair to work out some of the new tangles. Reno made a face and gave up on wearing it down. Finding a tie, he gripped it between his teeth and pulled his hair back away from his face to reveal sharp features that looked too narrow, too foxish for even his own tastes.

"You, ah... thought a lot about my exploits there, Boss?" he asked, risking the blonde's ire, but also a bit curious.

Some guys liked to talk about women, especially if they had a whole gaggle of them to pick and choose from. But he'd seen Rufus since he was a tyke, so it felt a little weird to be discussing notches on one's bedpost with a man that hadn't quite pushed his bratty, shin-kicking younger self's image out of Reno's head just yet.

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wear a fkin mask. by maegraeth