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independent & private rp blog for Tseng ( ff7 & extended media ) written by Mae.

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will i ever cease to be disappointed when i see people in the rpc using ai 'art' for their graphics? nope.

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𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐄   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 @ivory-paragon said; “  this is a dish towel.  we need a hand towel.  what are we,  barbarians?  ”

He should have known that ‘a towel is a towel’ wouldn’t fly with Rufus. The thing hangs limp from naked fingertips between them, suspended in a moment of silence, while Tseng recalibrates and remembers his own living space isn’t quite up to the standards of his Lord and Master.

Why would he have a hand towel in the kitchen? Is that… a thing you do? Rather than decide to defend his situation, Tseng instead makes a note to pay more attention if he finds himself in Rufus’s various kitchens. Which says everything he needs to know.

However, this isn’t to say Tseng has lost his personality completely. He whips the offending towel back. Hangs the thing over the oven handle from whence it came and takes a moment to smooth it out. Then he glides off, vanishing into dark decor and mood lighting, only to return moments later with a fresh hand towel from the bathroom, presented with a flick of his wrist that manages to read as sarcasm.

“Does this satisfy you?” A low drawl, also perfected, “Should I present all of my towels for inspection?”

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` * 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚗 @ivory-paragon said; i'm gonna die all alone, next to you, in this piece of shit town.

This…is becoming something of a habit. Though not unusual for faces to grow frequent and familiar in an establishment such as this, very few carry the status the Little Prince brings to the table. And he seems to have an unhealthy addiction to delinquency and injury. Risky… when you have the face and pedigree to turn heads just on principle.

Thankfully, this time is not so dire as the last. In fact, he’s barely injured at all.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Tseng says, chiding, while he cradles Rufus’s chin and turns his head for a clearer view. It’s just dirt. Dirt and petulance. “Drink your cocktail.”

A peach coloured fruity thing that tastes like a balmy Costa Del Sol evening. Tseng straightens to fetch a warm, damp facecloth.

“Alone next to me,” He repeats, rolling the words over his tongue as if they were some deep philosophy to ruminate upon and not simply an oxymoron. A curl alights his lips as he turns. Returns and bends with elegant poise to wipe the smut from that perfect face, while a length of black hair slithers free from his shoulder with a whisper of apricot. “And yet… It’s this piece of shit town you come to again and again and me you ask for.” Tseng cards manicured fingertips through platinum, removing the nuisance in the way of his work. “You bemoan your fate yet choose it every time.”

He’s being facetious, but Tseng does enjoy Rufus’s…Personality.

“I think you like it here.”

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@firxga way to trigger my muse LOL

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` * 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚗

@evcryopeneye (Tilly) asked; i hope you know that i think you look fucking cool.

Though many imagine him a golem, forged in permafrost, wrapped in iron and just as hospitable as both, there is a knack to cracking Tseng’s exterior. Sometimes, it is a pinpoint strike in the right spot and very very few know where to look. Which is just the way he likes it. However, sometimes–rarely–a sledge hammer comes along.

Tilly is a sledge hammer.

And Tseng cracks. With a huff that is almost laughter and a split of lips that flashes teeth ( but not fangs, a point worthy of note ). Leather clad hands slip from the pockets of his trousers and Tseng can only surmise the addition of his trench coat–long, black. Cool? Perhaps…–is the reason for Tilly’s onslaught.

It’s just a coat, he wants to say. It is the coat, right? Tseng licks his lips and shelves that particular train of thought for another day, while deft fingers fasten a few buttons and tie the belt about his waist.

“I’m sure it’s a clause in my contract. Somewhere.”

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fucking hell, everything is different again. i take a few months off & it all goes tits up.

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` * 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚗 ( & 𝘵𝘸. 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢. )

i can't forget him or forgive what he did. i thought i loved you. i can't take another hit. i told you i would be okay. i hate that i can't love you. i don't want you to go away. i hope you know that i think you look fucking cool. no ones ever gonna love me not like you do. i've tried so hard to quit you like i promised my mama i would. you walk a fine line between god and animal. i disappear when it gets cold. i miss what you'd do to me. i'm sorry i went crazy. trying on each dress i bought for you. do i look pretty? sometimes you make me wanna put my fucking head through the wall. sometimes i wonder if i even know you at all. it's always my guilt. i know i don't need you but i'm terrified of letting you go. how am i supposed to feel good about myself when everything i do is wrong? there's not escaping you now. i'm gonna die all alone, next to you, in this piece of shit town. nothing hurts like you do. i'm saying prayers through a throttled neck. you won't ever change your ways. when you're torn apart, you'll destroy me again. you're such a child and you know it. i don't wanna talk about love anymore. got what i wanted but it's never enough. i don't want to be in my house anymore cause it just makes me sad. couldn't fight to save your life but you look so cool. i owe you a black eye and two kisses. i only want him if he says it first to me. babe, im too good for you. i'm unpunishable. touch me 'til i vomit. i'm not scared of god. i'm scared he was gone all along. i beg you to stay, just 'til tomorrow. you were the one i'd have starved for. carry me with you all of the time. eat of me baby, skin to the bone. i give in so easy. it has always been this way. i am punished by love.

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𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐄   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

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“  the results were disappointing.  i was devastated.  ” “  i’m not gonna deal with that shit.  ” “  so,  i put the panini in a balloon   &   swallowed it whole.  ” “  you watch your mouth in my house.  ” “  try not to let anyone see you,  i hate the way you move in public.  ” “  if you haven’t made your bed,  throw it away.  it’s too late to make it now.  ” “  so i swiffer-vaulted out of there   &   broke my fucking mandible on some nutri-grain bars.  ” “  you callin’ me a liar?  ” “  WELL TUESDAYS.  AREN’T.  GOOD FOR ME.  ” “  so i black out from the rage,  and come to covered head-to-toe in hollandaise sauce.  ” “  it gives me a panic attack when i look at your legs.  ” “  i think i left the blow-dryer on.  ” “  you got no lips.  you have skin that turns into a mouth.  ” “  nothin’ gets me goin’ like a juke box musical.  ” “  why should i even get out of bed?  ” “  i got your grape juice,  you pansy.  ” “  i’m gonna go put myself on craigslist.  ” “  i’m gonna punish you with my leg.  ” “  could you excuse me for one second?  ”  *screams* “  so i stole a pig.  ” “  menopause is only gonna make me stronger.  ” “  i’m angry,  i’m aroused   …   ” “  what would you have done?  ” “  was that you doing zumba on my front lawn?  ” “  it’s my birthday so that means you have to watch me do crunches.  ” “  LOOK AT ME.  ” “  why do we have a sink if you’re not gonna wash the blueberries?  ” “  let’s face it.  this town needs a change.  ”  “  the anthropologists are gonna see this   &   they’re gonna want to study you.  ” “  i’m gonna sleep in the chimney tonight.  ” “  YEEHAW MOTHERFUCKERS.  ” “  could i have a word with you under the table,  real quick?  ” “  okay,  was anyone planning on telling me that a walrus can suck the skin off of a seal or was i just supposed to read that in national geographic myself?  ” “  you’re a walking lisa frank notebook.  ” “  i was already in hell,  but now it’s like i’m going to hell grad school.  ” “  i don’t know which apostle i swirlied in a past lifetime,  but i’m really paying the price now.  ” “  this is a dish towel.  we need a hand towel.  what are we,  barbarians?  ”

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If anyone has wondered where I’ve been for a solid four months; this. I’ve been working on this. I had an amazing weekend and met some awesome people, sat drinking and chatting with Robert (Estinien) on Sunday evening and cosplayed for the first time in my life. So all my creative free time was spent making my costume. I’m not sure when or even if I’ll be back the way I was before but I still have everyone’s drafts.

Mae x

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You need someone to blame. I suggest you look in the mirror. For us, however, things have changed. While you're still wanted fugitives, if you stay out of our way, we'll stay out of yours.

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no point in a naughty or nice list for Tseng.

because he's always nice :]

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@ivory-paragon said; "i've been waiting for you for three full minutes."

Adjoining rooms are inadequate, it would seem. Three minutes to present himself in a decent state… Clearly a transgression from which there is no return. Still, Tseng surmises; at least Rufus didn’t kick in the door and help himself.

This time.

There’s an itch on his chest that’s bothering him, but rather than scratch it, Tseng tucks his hands into his trouser pockets and breathes a steadying breath that looks like it could be a sigh, had he not used the air to speak.

“My apologies, Mr President.” Dark eyes avert, to glance at the foot of the room's luxurious bed, where a studded white bench sits. He gestures with his hand. “Perhaps I should sleep at the foot of your bed from now on, like servants of old, if you can tolerate the few moments it would take me to wake?”

The corner of Tseng’s mouth twitches, signature dry sarcasm brought to play as the usual rebuttal to Rufus’s… bratty standards.

...dream department store.