Give 'Em Holy Hell

*Reno of the Turks* *Independent FF7 RP blog* *Semi-selective FF7 threads only* *Non-Mutuals welcome* ~This is a side blog~ I follow back under my personal, jazzofsuburbia

[redheadedsonofabitch]

'A moment of weakness' if youre still accepting?

- My muse is completely drunk and incoherent -

A usual Saturday night for the redhead, Reno bar hopped until he was too drunk to walk anymore. The slums’ abundant chains of run down dive bars had the redhead’s heart. His final destination was 7th Heaven, which featured several friendly faces. It was last call and although he was unbelievably inebriated, he had to order his final beer for the night.

Double vision, filterless mouth, and uneven steps encompassed the redhead, but he could recognize that voice anywhere. A sloppy swing of Reno’s arm made it’s way around Zack’s shoulders. 

“YoOoo!” the redhead slurred out. A laugh roared out of Reno, winking as he locked eyes with Zack.

“How are ya, man?! I-I haven’t ‘een ya in erwhile,” He rocked back onto his heels. “Can ya ...” was all that could be understood, the rest being unrecognizable as he mumbled and slurred into Zack’s ear. 

[redheadedsonofabitch]

The night was brisk, dark and lonely. The change in weather chilling to the bone. Heaving with a cough, Reno sat up from the sidewalk. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, the taste of iron making him spit. A rough wipe with the sleeve of his black jacket smeared whatever was left across his chin.

The small confrontation started with the redhead's fat mouth. His boozed up brain made his mouth vomit some explicit words to a not so friendly face. A strong fist met Reno’s face, and knocked him off his feet. As he began to stand up, a heavy chuckle shook his shoulders. He patted the dust off from his arms before rubbing his face in his hands.

“Good one, yo. Who knew ya had it in ya,” He offers the person a cigarette before taking one for himself.

[memeroundups]

Send ‘a moment of weakness’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

My muse has blackmail over yours.

Mun chooses.

[lilac-rph]

              I’m sorry that I 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.                              The 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 is on my hands.

       I stare at my reflection.                     I don’t know 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮.

[rpmusings-galore]

          never was built to be this way…                                           but turns out the  v i l l a i n                                                            is fun to play

[redheadedsonofabitch]

// i’m back baby! i know i keep saying that but i have been dying to write about Reno and god damn it even if no one is gonna interact, i’m still gonna write little one shots to post on here. //

[redheadedsonofabitch]

"Reno, is it okay that I touch your hair? There's something I want to do with it." Harmony has something in mind. She always wanted to play with his red hair but was never sure if she could. Hiding behind her back is a hairbrush, hair bands, and ribbon. Certainly no plans to cut it or ruin it in any way.

Reno raised an eyebrow at her question, not sure where the sudden interest came from. “I mean, sure, if ya want,” It’s not like he really takes care of it anyways.

[redheadedsonofabitch]

//it makes me so sad to see so many wonderful roleplayers be deactivated. it’s almost like i have no community to come back to. I’ll try to start over I guess.//

[redheadedsonofabitch]

//  I’m still here !!!! Gonna revamp this blog and start again!! Gonna be removing a lot of posts to kind of clean it out. Gonna change up some tags. Just overall start fresh from this blog. I have a lot of works I wanna complete for this blog, and I would love to start threading with you all again. I’ll keep you guys updated. <3 //

[redheadedsonofabitch]

[text]: so I may need a little favor from u

[sulfur]

[ataciturn]

[redheadedsonofabitch]

[text]: i think i’m losin my mind

[kuppak]

[redheadedsonofabitch]

23. What is one thing you have witnessed that you wish you couldn’t remember?

The redhead looked at his hands that laid in his lap. His heart sank. The impact of that question shook him to his core. He could easily reply with any assignment he’s been given since joining the Turks. Bloody messes that he created. Things most people never experience in their lifetime. But if he was going to be honest, there’s only one memory that he drinks to forget.

“I was 14, ah dirty slum kid. An’ I saw my mother be gunned down fer her purse.” The haunting past was enough to bring tears to his eyes, though they never fell.

“She was dead before she hit the ground,”

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IV

[aaydenthomas]