.// even if the morrow is barren of promises NOTHING shall forestall my return //.
indie. sel. FINAL FANTASY VII MULTIMUSE ft. Zack Fair, Sephiroth, Rufus & others
written by Min If you follow me I assume you have read my rules and accepted them.
HELLO AND WELCOME to my Final Fantasy Multimuse RP Blog !!
My name is Min and I am a pathological procrastinator, very reliably unreliable, slow af, but otherwise pretty chill to be around. I’m over 30 and have ample experience in roleplaying and writing. I’m always happy to meet new people, I’m happy to chat about plots and threads and muses, your pets, other fandoms, whatever we feel like! :)
The most basic of rules (rest see below the cut) you need to know for interacting with me are:
Be over 18 or preferably over 21. I don’t roleplay with anyone under the age of 18.
I am against harassment and callout/cancel culture. Fiction is not reality, it’s literally fiction. If you think harassment is justified in any situation, please refrain from following me.
At present this multimuse blog includes the following muses: Zack Fair (main), Sephiroth (primary), Rufus Shinra (primary), Roche [Remake] (secondary), Biggs (secondary), Rude (secondary) and Leslie Kyle (secondary).
Please make sure you’ve had a look at my rules before following !! For mobile version look under the cut below.
THANK YOU for reading my rules! I know they look a lot, but it’s all things I look for on other blogs so I hope all your questions are answered. If not, don’t hesitate to send me a message !!
GENERAL
01. WHAT IS THIS BLOG ABOUT?
This is an independent (not affiliated to an rp group) and selective single-fandom multimuse roleplaying blog for muses of the FINAL FANTASY VII universe: ZACK, SEPHIROTH, RUFUS, RUDE, ROCHE, BIGGS and LESLIE. My portrayals are based on the FFVII REMAKE, ADVENT CHILDREN, CRISIS CORE and the LAST ORDER anime, as well as my own interpretations and headcanons. Any details that vary in these adaptations (e.g. how Sephiroth “died” exactly can be discussed :) )
Currently archived muses: Kadaj [AC], Johnny, Angeal. They might return, depending on my muse after I played Rebirth :)
02. WHO AM I AND WHAT DO I WRITE?
Call me Min. I’m OVER 30 years of age and therefore have a rule of not roleplaying with anyone under the age of 18, regardless of the thread content. I prefer rp partners over the age of 21. I sometimes write MATURE/DARK THEMES (involving war, drugs, death, mental torment, smut, insanity) and therefore abstain from writing with someone significantly younger than I am. I mean it when I say I write dark themes. Make sure you’re comfortable with this before you decide to follow me.
There will be no non-con/rape or sexual child abuse on this blog. Please don’t request a thread like that.
03. WHAT I THINK ABOUT CALLOUTS & CO.
I am AGAINST CANCEL CULTURE AND CALLOUTS. I don’t tolerate hate of any kind, including ship and character hate, and I don’t participate in or support callout culture. It’s more harmful than helpful in most cases. If you are overly invested in tumblr drama, anon hate and callouts, this is not the right blog for you. I’m not telling you not to inform your friends of someone you’re wary about, but make sure you have all the (objective) facts before you decide to potentially ruin someone’s life (yes, accusing someone of very serious things can, in fact, ruin lives - should it turn out to be a misunderstanding). When I find out about someone I write with doing something I don’t support, I unfollow or, in serious cases, block. That is my way of handling it, and I will usually not engage with the topic further, for personal reasons I don’t owe explaining to anyone. Please respect my way of dealing with this frankly distressing topic, and don’t harass me about it just because you decide to handle it differently.
I am responsible for the content I seek out on the internet and so are you. I state what themes you might encounter on my blog. If you stumble upon something you dislike, please SIMPLY UNFOLLOW me. I tag all things I believe to be potentially triggering (e.g. rape mention, drug abuse, suicide, self harm, frequent phobias, etc.).
04. WHY AM I SELECTIVE?
I am SELECTIVE and semi-private for the simple reason that I am a SLOW ROLEPLAYER and I cannot keep up well with a high number of followers and threads. I will not follow everyone back, and I will only write threads with those I follow. After 15+ years of roleplaying I also have a pretty good idea of what I look for in a writing partner. I look at any blog that follows me to see if we’re a possible match and when I follow you it means that I am interested in writing with you.
05. MEMES AND INBOX THINGS?
MEMES are a true passion of mine and fair game for anyone. Even if I posted them 6 months ago. It might take me a while to respond but I usually try to answer all of them. My only rule is please DON’T SEND ANYTHING SEXUAL UNLESS our characters have some kind of romantic history already written out together. This does not include flirting, obviously you are allowed to flirt!
06. SHIPS, SMUT, ROMANCE?
I love SHIPPING and writing shippy threads. I have multiple ships for my muses and I am usually open to the ships suggested to me if I can see the basis for them. I won’t jump into a ship right off the bat, but I am fine with starting a thread with the intention of making it shippy at some point. Please DON’T ASSUME ANY SHIP AS DEFAULT on this blog unless we’ve discussed it specifically - this includes canon ships like Zack / Aerith!
All my threads are in their own verses, so unless stated otherwise, no ships are interfering with each other. If you’d like to ship with me, don’t be afraid to ask, the worst thing that can happen is me saying no (or maybe the worst thing is me saying yes..?). I don’t ship shame anything and I expect you to return the favor.
Some muses are harder to somewhat impossible to “ship” with, depending on the point in the story, e.g. Sephiroth. But we can talk about it :3
NSFW CONTENT: There might be smut on this blog. I’ll tag NSFW things as #( nsfw. ) ! Be sure to blacklist this tag if you don’t want to see nsfw posts (which will almost exclusively be memes or smut in written form, or sometimes fanart, as I don’t reblog porn gifs or anything of the sort.) I usually do not use read mores for smut threads.
07. CROSSOVERS AND OCs?
I am currently not looking for CROSSOVERS with other fandoms. For the time being, I am mostly focusing on canon-based verses. I don’t have a general ‘No-OCs’ rule, but same as with canon muses, I’ll only write with OCs I fit into a narrative that makes sense for my muses. I won’t follow back OCs that have no bio/about page, and I am very hesitant about following OC siblings, children, or other relatives of my canon muses.
08. DO I PICK FAVORITES?
I usually don’t pick mains or exclusives on this blog in a way that I’ll pronounce to the world. I feel like it ends up hurting more people than doing good. If I follow you, I want to write with you, and I appreciate everyone who chooses to write with me !!
However, sometimes I will click with someone especially, or we’ll create a very unique dynamic that I fall in love with so much I simply don’t feel the desire to write with a duplicate of their muse. Sometimes I will also accept exclusivity for my rp/ship partner’s comfort, if they propose it first.
09. HOW IMPORTANT ARE GRAPHICS & FORMATTING?
I use some FORMATTING, mostly for emphasis. I usually use icons because I like them. That being said, I don’t expect anyone to greatly format their posts or use images of any kind. In fact, I find too extreme formatting difficult to read and tend to avoid it. My eyes struggle with double small text, so I will change it to regular small text anyway, should we write together. The only thing I ask of you is that you CUT YOUR POSTS when you reblog them.
Rules are subject to change. If I do change anything, I’ll make an update post about it!
The best thing that could have happened actually did — as if the two were not working together, living together, and more or less spending nearly every hour of the day in close proximity of each other, Reno broke out in grin as though it was a rare occurrence. That was the thing about Reno . . he had an addictive personality. Obvious as it was through his smoking and drinking habits, it was most obvious to those closest to him. Back in Midgar when Reno discovered a new restaurant or food truck, he would frequent the place for the same dish several times a week for months on end.
A new cocktail tested and loved? It would be his one and only drink of choice each time he drank. Obsessions were fire — all eclipsing, attention grabbing, and ethereal. They died off as quick and violent as they began except for Rude. To call his friendship and partnership an obsession would certainly raise eyebrows ( likely concern, too ), but there was no better way ( yes, there was ) to explain how Reno could spend every second with the bald man and never tire of it.
Only when he got the sense that Rude needed a break or when he heard certain people comment on how Reno's apparent necessity to spend all his free time with his partner did ever actually apply the brakes. Rude was good company; what else could he say? He fished out the bottle from beneath his oversized, onyx shirt, rose to booted feet, and strolled over to join him at the seating arrangements. A lot of things changed. A lot remained the same. The fine lines of age, the defined sculpt to his jaw, and long hair, yet Reno wore the same boyish smile he did at age thirteen when caught doing something bad.
( ❛ Never too early for a drink. It's probably like night time in Wutaii. ❜ )
It was too early for a drink, but being in bumfuck lodge called for the spilling of spirits whenever he could manage it. Such a thing would never been shown to persons such as Tseng, and of course not in front of Rufus, but he and Rude transcended beyond a polite relationship of tip-toeing about issues. The glass of the bottle hit the table with some fervor as expression screwed into the comical; eyeing the salads like they were foreign substances sent by Jenova.
( ❛ Think anyone made bourbon salad dressing? ❜ )
Reno noisily kicked out his own seat before literally plopping into it . . and nearly busting his tail bone on the metal part of it. Despite his initial look of disapproval, he attacked the container with some degree of eagerness. At the very least dragging his own container to his side of the table, flicking the lip open, and sniffing at one of the pieces of spicy chicken. He always wondered if eating healthy was a way to attract women. Women certainly gravitated towards free drinks at a bar, but between a side salad and greasy chicken wings, a salad appeared preferable.
Reno didn't make any stabs towards the salad nor did he go for the bottle again, instead he sunk down in his chair low enough so that the back of his cranium, slightly cushioned by his ponytail, hit the metal support of the chair. Turquoise met blue. Donning an all black attire, his fingers idly plaid with his washed out t-shirt. Digits poked and prodded through the holes of the shirt; some were fashionably created beforehand, others accumulated from hard work or getting cigarette ash on the flammable material.
( ❛ Nice fucking day, ain't it? ❜ )
There was no hiding the bitterness in his tone, not that he attempted it. A long breath out of his mouth, and lips vibrated against one another to produce a comical sound. It pulled him out of his thoughts, and he only semi-corrected his posture to start stabbing at his salad.
Rude hums in acknowledgement, used to Reno's more or less convincing reasons to daydrink. It's probably not a good sign but in their line of work and with their history it's not an alarming sign either (yet); not to mention that he'd be a little hypocritical in judging his partner for a glass or two before sunset. Another non-descript hum follows when Rude takes a moment to actually consider the idea of a Bourbon dressing. Joke or not, might be worth trying. "Might clash with the garlic," he points out.
While Reno is busy destroying his back and inspecting his food with notable hesitation, Rude already digs in, once again making note of how pleasant a day it promises to be. The salad is so crunchy it's almost difficult to hear Reno speaking over it. "Mh," he agrees, then hears the echo of Elena in his mind. Use your words. "You don't look that thrilled about it," he says, eyeing his partner's overall listless behavior. It is a nice day - but their definition of nice clearly differs in some ways.
"I'll go for a run later. Wanna come with me?" Not Reno's favorite outdoor activity, he knows that, but, "beats sitting around, no?" There's always the hope that maybe something will come up for them to do, but so far it seems to turn into yet another day of sitting idle while the boss plots his comeback in the shadows (literally). Rude pokes a chicken piece and lifts it half way to his lips. "Are you alright?" he asks, unprompted, disrupting their decent attempts at small talk. "You're kind of restless lately. Is it the heat or are you just bored?"
Or is it this? Them, sharing a room and more time together than they ever have? Not that it actually is that much more, all things considered. But sometimes things have a way of annoying you when all of a sudden they're no longer voluntary.
independent , selective ROCHE from the FFVII RE TRILOGY . canon - divergent . 20 + . triggering and explicit content present . please read guidelines before following . written by MOOGLE .
i am not saying bob the builder is hot, im just saying you have the hotness of a handyman. you're humble, down to earth, and exist with an easy confidence that takes peoples breath away. you always seem to know exactly what you are doing. you may still be stuck in your hometown, but you have quite the reputation. you do get a lot of business, after all. people around here sure tend to break things an awful lot, and they always call you, listening through the phone reciever with a light blush and bated breath, for your inevitable "I'll help you."
loved on by: @bitterarcs I did this for Rude, wasn't sure who you wanted but I figured :)
Dropping in uninvited to say that there are only two Leslie modes for ships:
a) Merle. He's either with her or he will forever look for her. If there's a slither of a chance she is alive, this man is not interested in anyone else.
b) Merle is dead and he finds proof of it. Then he might consider opening his heart again at some point after 2-20 business years.
Please bear with me, I take forever to look at new followers, so don't take me not following back immediately as a no right away. I suddenly got a bit of an influx, I'll try to clean this blog up a bit on the weekend 🧡
an independent , selective , mutuals - only roleplay blog for ROCHE from the FFVII RE TRILOGY . strictly 20+ . au and oc - friendly . heavily based on headcanons / mun's own constructed history of the character . all spoilers pertaining to this character in REBIRTH are tagged .
Speaking of Rude's healthy life choices.. I say that because I hc him to be someone who gets up early, eats healthy breakfast, drinks enough water and no sugary drinks, not too much coffee, exercises daily, sleeps enough (when possible), and enjoys being outside. His apartment is (/was) generally tidy and clean, not cluttered but still personalized enough, and his personal hygiene is always on spot.
That said, he absolutely has his vices and moment for them. He does go out drinking (e.g. with Reno) and will get shitfaced when the night goes down that road. He'll drink more tequila than you want to imagine and he'll party until 8 in the morning if the mood is right. He'll have his unhealthy food choices at 4am with the greasiest Midgar equivalent of a kebab you can find and eat fruit chews all of the next day to get rid of the gross feeling in his mouth. He will, however, also power through his hangover with increased physical exercise and lots of water and smoothies.
Unrelated to healthiness.. Rude is a quiet guy and he gets extra quiet if he's pissed. He also, if possible, lets off steam by running. So if you're a young daring Turk and you see him run on the treadmill with the speed of a sport's car, do not approach for your own safety. Especially not if he has earphones in.
The past deserved to be in the past — a foundation for growth, for the future, Reno was a firm believer of such. People plastered a disgusting slew of inspirational sentiments across their shirts and with the decorations of their homes. Keeping the past buried like a corpse was nothing profound; it helped salve the soul from the rot of the ugly. Reno could keep quiet about all the horrid things he did even before reaching the age of eleven as well as the things which happened to him, yet the glory days of the electric company could not be suffocated into the recesses of his mind.
Smelling clean mountain air only made the redhead scowl with disgust, longing for the aroma of street food, lifestream pollution, and blood. He fucking hated it here. He fucking hated all the commoners who thought themselves better than cockroaches, better than the Turks. Ifrit, there were so many things Reno missed, but as long as he still had his fellow Turks . . he was not completely lost. Long gone was his ShinRa issued loft with its king sized bed, hot tub fit for three, and a cleaning service which worsened his sloth.
On the flip side, their limited resources had the Turks bunking in close, and it was possible that he and his partner had never been closer. Reno was radiant with the closeness even though they were demoted all their fancy gadgets; he was not sure, however, that Rude shared the same sentiment of kinship. Everyone believe Rude and Reno to be glued at their hip. For two people who were primarily solitary and did not give out their trust like flowing water, they were as close as two platonic friends could be.
Rude had still desired his space most nights . . likely to flirt with brunette bartenders. If the man was not in fact bald, the necessity of them sharing every common space would have made his hair fall out. At least that was what Reno told himself when negative thoughts plagued his mind. Even through his self deprecating thoughts, their big boss being stricken ill with geostigma, and no hint of ShinRa reclaiming its former glory, Reno still smirked. He smoked, too. Plenty of cartons gathered and burned through despite his best attempts to quit.
More than the ShinRa headquarters was demolished that fateful day. Foul smelling cigarette butt was smashed into the textured ground of the roof the redhead sat perched upon as he turned his attention from the wandering bumpkins to the sight of an energetic Elena following after Tseng. What a shitty time for someone to become an official Turk. At least Elena stayed loyal unlike the secondary Turks across the planet . . Reno had plenty of opinions regarding that lot. Their fearless leader was probably taking to the cool shadows of his temporary office; the man turned more and more vampiric as the geostigma progressed.
The cockroaches of the commoners would only amplify their displeasure and rumours if they saw the President so taken with illness. Rude was likely showering, or meditating, or jerking off — whatever the bald man's pointed look at his partner had been suggesting this morning. With Reno sick of smoking and nothing but smoking, he ignored his hunger pains and stretched himself out on the gravel roof top. He stretched like a feline in the sun when in reality he stretched his limbs to reach for his secret stash of whiskey. It was only noon. Lips barely had the time to touch the glass rim before he heard polished heels scraping against concrete.
( ❛ Don't tell me some street rat found me out . . ❜ )
Reno mumbled under his breath and screwed the top of the bottle back on before hiding it beneath his oversized sweater.
It's been a lovely morning so far, calm and relaxed - mornings being the one thing Rude possibly enjoys the most about being stranded out here. There is suddenly infinitely more time at his disposal and while Rude is not accepting this whole situation as some kind of defeat that releases him (and all of them) of their duties and responsibilities, he can't deny that it has vacation character. He feels great, freshly showered as he is, stepping out onto the roof and into the gentle summer breeze that carries in it enticing scents of nature. He's in a sleeveless shirt and shorts and doesn't remember the last time he hasn't been in a suit for hours already at this time of the day. It feels almost undeservedly casual but out here there's really no point in keeping up appearances of that sort around here and their President has made evident that he doesn't care either.
The temperatures today are perfect for going on a jog and Rude sets that on his mental to-do list for later tonight, adding the little extra note of asking Reno to come along. With Tseng and Elena around there's no need for all four of them to sit in Rufus' lap and keep an eye on him and without their company gym around they have to pursue other ways of staying in shape. Right now Reno doesn't seem intent on doing much of anything, but perhaps he can at least be motivated to have some of the lunch Rude got for them: two bowls of salad with some chopped up chicken and a home-made spicy sauce on top. (Though not as spicy as it would be if Rude was eating alone.) The redhead has seemed a little.. antsy as of late and Rude has been wondering if it's due to the lack of tasks they're given out here or the rather crass change in accommodation and environment. They've been sharing close quarters for a while now and while Rude, who grew up without money and is no stranger to the absence of luxury, doesn't mind that fact he could imagine that Reno is going a little stir-crazy.
With a well-placed step Rude puts out the cigarette Reno must have tossed away mere moments ago, because a faint pillar of smoke still rose from it, the smell of it unpleasant but familiar. The bottle disappearing under Reno's clothes doesn't go unnoticed and behind sunglasses Rude's eyebrows wander a little higher. It's not his style to judge his partner for choices such as these but he does hold out one of the salad bowls in his hands before taking a seat next to the other, to at least provide some sustenance. Wouldn't be the first time Reno demonstrates his ability to stomach all sorts of unhealthy habits on an empty stomach but the latter, at least, can easily be fixed.
"Rooftop party? Wanna eat something before you get started on that?"
R E B I R T H !! Hope you're all excited! [NO sp0ilers ahead!]
I've had to make a call this year between new gaming PC or PS5 and due to my preference in games in general and the fact that my laptop sometimes sounds like a vaccum cleaner I chose the former. Which means I won't be able to play RB until.. well, whenever it comes out for PC. (And.. I actually have my PC, which I don't yet.)
I don't mind getting spoiled for the story though, so I'll pop in here every now and then :) I've archived some of my muses for now but I'd like to return to the others when writing ops pop up. If we start writing again before I have played the game tho, bear with me because I won't know the new content ;)
For the most part I'm over at my Gen//shin Impact multimuse for now, in case anyone is looking for me :)
Objectively speaking the fact that their plan to return to the slums was foiled is bad, very bad. This should have been the easy part of their endeavour but it seems fate is in the mood for a different game; and maybe they should have seen the trouble coming after everything until now went so well - but blame and regret can be shelved for now. Right now the aim is to lay low until it's safe to start another attempt to get on the train and go home.
Objectively speaking the safest place to stay for them is Jessie's family home - but even in the face of danger Biggs feels a tug he cannot deny. He already never gets a chance to come up here and see him, and who knows how much harder it'll get in the future? Just a quick visit, an hour or so tops, it's all he wants.. and maybe if the group splits up while they're here, that'll even improve their odds. Or so he tells himself.
He's careful to avoid any passersby as he slips through the streets until he reaches the tailor shop. The first thing he notices is the CLOSED sign in the window and for a moment his heart drops into his stomach - until he sees movement behind the glass front. Holding his breath he rushes over and pats his hand against the glass a few times, not too loud but hopefully loud enough to get Vaux's attention, praying the other will hear him before someone else does.
