#[ooc] out of materia

[phantasiiae]

anyways heres my unhinged rambling abt sleipnirs new vii verse from last night lmao

[familiarflower]

excuse me whilst i break from writing and rewatch AC: Complete and cheer on my brave girl.

[amcryllis]

what would ur muse do if they found aerith hurt somewhere. how could u even react ot such a thing.

[softgh0stbites]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🔥‧₊˚ ⋅A Symphony of Embers [part 1]

Rating: Slight NSFW 🔞

Tags: sloppy and heavy makeout, undressing, semi-public sex, mentions of assaults (very light), mentions of death, scars, mentions of mutilation.

Pairing: Reader x Vincent Valentine

Synopsis: After Yuffie has stolen your materia and passed off the group, you've gone through he'll chasing her around wutai. Everything seems to work out until it doesnt- Don corneo and his goons wind up kidnapping Yuffie and Reader. Vincent is the first to find and rescue them, but is frantic in hiding Reader away to selfishly check her himself and make sure she's as she was before she was stolen away without him by her side.

Notes: This took me forever, and I'm afraid it is very little proofread or edited, so it might just be word vomit. I was also in a rough place while writing, so Vincent might be very OOC here. I wanted to split it into two parts because I do want to make their coupling pretty deep and poetic for the most part as I feel Vincent really deserves that in this mini series. I'm sorry for the large gap in my posting but here's a small treat ♡ ALSO thank you all so much for the continous love on this series and my rambles in general ♡ I had so many notifications and it made my brain buzz seeing so many of you clicking through all the mini writings ♡♡♡♡♡

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The cave is quiet except for the dripping of water somewhere in the back. Every third drop breaks you from your spiraling thoughts, your body all too aware of his hands on your waist. You can hear his breath, shaken—not as if he is exhausted, just ragged.

There is no need for words as you cling to each other. You had thought you were going to die; Vincent had obviously thought the same. The sight of you tied up in such a vulnerable position, hanging off of the cliff face. He could still remember the fury that wracked his body, then the ice cold resolve to kill after.

His body backs you up into the wall, your back digging into the stone a bit further. His hands slip over your chest, your pulse catching as he flexes his fingers over the spot above your heart. His tepid fingers are gliding over the top of your breast. He is waiting, listening—it makes you feel all the more vulnerable.

"Vincent—" You whined.

"Let me listen." He demanded, voice ragged.

His sound is dry, the delivery stern, but there is a tremble ever so slight. In the dim light from the crack above, you can barely make out his rigid expression. He is entirely focused on your heartbeat. His breathing begins to slow even as your heart continues to pulse rapidly.

Here is your one and only beloved, holding it together as he listens to your inner clockwork. His eyes roam over your face, capturing your reddened eyes, the paths of tears long dry upon your cheeks. The glowing embers of his own are burning into your memory, as if you could ever forget. You don't realize you are shivering until his other hand rubs your arm soothingly, warming the skin under it.

Your teeth chatter this time, the adrenaline of the moment giving way to the chill of the night. Your body seeks the heat radiating off od your partner.

"If you don't pull me closer, I'll never forgive you." You smile weakly, trying not to let your desperation show. You just need him as much as he needs you, you need his breaths, his voice, his lips, his taste. You want to be unburdened by your night of misery.

He seems to agree, wrapping you up instantly, a long shudder running through him. His arms go under yours, picking you up so your legs are dependent on his waist. He crushes you together, his cowl and hair covering parts of your vision in a scarlet hue. One hand is cupping the back of your head as it rests against the stony wall. Always protecting you even in the smallest ways.

"I was so scared," you admit, your hands tangling in the fabric as he buries his face deeper into your hair. "But I knew you would find me, I knew you'd come." Your hands move to unbundle his cloak, not caring if he will refute. You need to feel his skin against yours—some part of it, even if it is the tip of his nose.

He lets it fall to the ground without making a fuss. His mouth immediately kisses your pulse, lingering there as if to feel the beating with his lips. There's a pause in his kiss, tongue lavishing over the point before he stills.

"I was so angry, I almost lost it." His arms tighten around you. "I wanted to torture him, for putting his hands on you—" A growl leaves him; you can feel his teeth being bared. Your hands go to his hair, rubbing, soothing, doing anything to douse the anger.

You tug to pull him away from your throat, looking into that malice-filled gaze. It softens for you as you cup his face, trailing his features with your thumbs. He takes in a deep breath before exhaling loudly.

"I couldn't bear it if you had been hurt, it would simply seek to destroy whatever is left of me." The light in his eyes flicker, as if imagining such an ending.

He readjusts your form in his arms, ready to set you down.

"We should go back...it's cold-" Something in Vincent's face screams reluctantance and you latch onto it.

"Warm me up, here." you cut him off, "I missed you, even if for a night..." You face flushed in the darkened room.

His eyes burn into you, but his lips inch closer to yours without debate. Your eyes flutter shut as his breath ghosts across your face—you can still feel his gaze on your mouth. It makes you swallow, wondering what expression he could possibly have. You crack your eyes open to see, the glint of his bright eye trained meticulously on the trembling of your bottom lip.

Maybe it is wrong, maybe it is weird, but you drink each other in by gaze as your lips touch, not wanting to miss each other in the cloak of darkness already. It feels a different sort of intimate as he slowly devours you, his fingers orchestrating your chin, whispering against your mouth,

"Mouth...open... more."

Your gaze breaks from his eyes to see his own mouth part, his tongue peaking out and the sight a lone makes heat pool in your belly. The idea that you're deranged enough in this moment to stare at him while he ravages your lips, locks at the saliva inside of your mouth— it's a different kind of intimacy.

You do as you've been demanded, the strings of saliva on your lips from his prodding tongue begin to stretch as you open to accommodate. Your flushed face under his scrutiny as you leave your mouth agape for him to explore. His tongue, his scent, his taste—you are sinking deeper into it all. He is your intoxication, a new brand of liquor yet to be discovered. You finally close your eyes, unable to handle that intense stare of his.

You'd be lying if you didnt want him to tell you what to do more often. You'd do anything he requested, anything at all. You wanted the words, "On your knees for me," to leave his mouth just once. A quiet moan rose from your throat at the idea. He unmatched your tongues, breathing heavily as his hands skimmed over your sides, the back of your thighs as well.

"Did they touch you… anywhere?"

"They talked about it… in detail… but they didn't have time to do anything," you explain while he lets you breathe, your soft pants hitting his cheek. You can feel his body softening slightly, hands becoming more gentle and less desperate.

You should be trembling, you should be scared, you should be crying. But you can't. You had known the moment you were taken that he would come for you, and in some way, that makes all the other experiences melt away.

Vincent continues to hold your chin, inspecting your jaw and neck. There is a small lingering trail of bruises down your collarbone where you had been handled roughly. Your hands had been bound, so they often grabbed you by your shoulder or the back of your neck and shoved you where they pleased. You feel his eyes raking over it like hot coals, feel his lips as he pauses over them, hesitant to touch.

"No one who marks you like this should live," his growl returns, the shaking in his arms intensifying. "I should go back and make sure that descent down the canyon really finished that pathetic—" He cuts himself off with a sneer.

Your eyes widen as his trembling picks up again. "Vincent, I'm okay. Truly, I'm okay. Please." You reach for his face as he unwinds your legs from his waist. He's stronger than you—easily able to set you aside, but you cling to him regardless, your arms still locked around his neck as you stretch onto your toes to stay close.

"Please, I'm sure Cloud is checking right now," you argue, voice unsteady. If he leaves you alone here, you'll lose the comfort, the stability. His hands remain on your forearms, as if still considering prying you off. Your safety is his priority, and any lurking threats must be dealt with first. It’s always been like that and Vincent needs vengeance the way a plant needs the deep embrace of good earth.

His crimson eyes narrow in the dim light, a finger ghosting over your nose, tracing along the bridge. His other hand threads through your hair, the motion soothing not just for you, but for himself.

"I don't like when you say his name like that."

"Vincent—" The quiet jealousy in his voice startles a laugh from you, and you catch the slight dip of his lips into a frown.

"Well, you are the reason I'm breathless," you tease, stretching up to capture his lips, pulling his hand away from your face in the process. "Shouldn’t you take more responsibility instead of being jealous?"

A smirk finally tugs at Vincent’s lips. "Mmh, I have conditions."

"And?"

"Say your name for me," he whispers.

You giggle at first, eyes glimmering with amusement. Wasn’t that silly? Saying your own name in front of him? You can’t even remember the last time you called it out yourself. It’s not something you go around announcing.

But then, the smile on Vincent’s face shifts into something softer, something more thoughtful, and you swallow nervously. Was this some kind of test?

Tentatively, you murmur your name, a bit shy, the moment suddenly feeling less playful and more like something unspoken unfolding between you. His eyes darken, thumb gently parting your lips, trailing over your bottom teeth—not quite touching your tongue. Heat creeps up your jaw, slow and aching, as if your obedience itself is being acknowledged.

"Again."

This time, with his thumb in your mouth, pronouncing it is harder, but you manage. He exhales softly, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, rewarding you with a slow rub along the wet muscle in your mouth.

"Listen to you," he purrs, sharp teeth flashing as he presses another kiss to your nose, this time biting down lightly. It’s playful—unexpected from him. Your face is hot, chest rising and falling as warmth coils low in your stomach.

"I-It sounds funny," you murmur, flustered.

"Does it?" Vincent tilts his head, his hand slipping beneath your shirt, fingers tracing along your stomach before trailing higher. His knuckles brush teasingly along the underside of your breast, featherlight.

You tense, back arching slightly, aching for more.

"Say it," he coaxes, voice laced with amusement.

But you shake your head—you don’t want to play this game without getting something in return. He clicks his tongue, a soft sound of disapproval, before his hands suddenly tighten around your chest, squeezing firmly.

A gasp rips from your throat, your name tumbling out in the process.

Vincent captures your lips the moment it leaves.

"Your voice is my undoing, now do you see why simply saying a name in that tone....it's unfair." He was unbuttoning your jeans before you could catch up, his hand stuffing itself in the tight fabric. Fingers rubbing at your clit as you moaned his name.

"I need you, Vincent, please.... all of you." You begged, your own hands were exploring his narrow hips. You wanted to grab him without the barrier of clothes. Without the sting of belts on your inner legs as you rutted together. You were tugging at his belts as he groaned, not quite pushing you away.

"All of me..." He seemed to promise, "You may have...but it's not—"

"Vincent, I want everything, whatever is there under your clothes will not change how much I want you." Your frustrated sigh makes him stiffen a bit as your hand pauses on his last buckle.

"You're mine...." You murmur, your eyes locking as his flare.

"Yours." He almost whimpers, the sound alone sends sparks down your spine, "All yours."

You don't remember how you got fully undressed. You don't remember being able to pull off his clothes. It was like a whirlwind, hot and hazy. One moment you were astride him, grinding down on his briefs as he played with your chest— the next you were lying on his cloak, legs wide for him as you stared up at his panting face. His chest was riddled in scars, a large on bisecting his chest and traveling to his navel. He was configured in a way like he had been starving for a good long while. You always wondered what his stomach had looked like, it was normal but far too small for someone of his stature.

He was watching you watch him, you couldn't let anything show that would make him uncomfortable.

"The scars are..." His voice quivered, "I needed to warn you first.."

You chastised him with a broad stroke of your tongue over the large scar tissue just under his ribs. Your mouth lavished it, hands gliding over the other scars as you took your time kissing the large ones. They felt cold under your tongue, your mind could only imagine how much pain these must've caused.

"Should I have warned you about my bruises and freckles?" Your lips turn down at the corners, it was extremely bizarre and quite frightening. But you weren't repulsed in the slightest. This was the body of the man you loved, a body he fought to hold together lest he succumb to the beasts inside. He was doing his best, who were you to add layers onto his burden.

"Absolutely not," Vincent's teeth grit, "But this is different, he gestures with one hand, sitting back up on his knees and running that hand through his hair, pausing so it sheltered over his eyes. "You couldn't possibly understand what it is,"

"Hey," You reached out with your hand, fingers resting at his navel, the furthest you could reach without sitting up. Your heart ached then for this man, this gentle soul who had never asked for this. He had probably been so shocked to recieved this amount of pain, to be experimented on like he didn't have a say.

"Stop prying, please."

"Vincent," Your tone grew more worried at the sight of his shaking shoulders, you instantly shot up, hands on his shoulders now, "Hey, don't hide from me," You pleaded.

"I didn't mean to compare or to pry-" You struggled to apologize, your heart heavy, "I just meant that, of course I would accept you." You tongue grew heavy with words.

"I love you, Vincent," Your voice trembled as you tried to move his hand, he let you lower it slowly,

You continued, frantic to get your point across, "I love you so much, I care about your scars, your past, but it doesn't shake my foundations." Your eyes flickered between his, trying to read his stormy thoughts.

"Maybe I'm the only one of us who feels this strongly so fast," Your eyes flicker down to your naked lap, "I just think you're beautiful and I've always thought that. Since the day we met I-I've always looked at you, I'm sorry." The tears were building in your eyes too as you remembered all the hurdles you had to overcome to get close to him.

Now you've just gone and fucked it up maybe by saying something stupid. Of course he would get upset about you comparing his mutilation to something akin to sunburn. Your wounds have always been temporary, there's never been a scar that wasn't smaller than a pebble. You got bruises from falling down, running into things.

"Love?" He was back to pushing you down into his cloak, his hands on either side of your head as you lowered yourself back down, fingers gripping his shoulders for support along the way, "How could you love someone bereft of humanity- akin to a monster?" A snarl, his eyes held a bit of anger, but never towards you, never.

Your tears came out even harder at the sight, your hands sliding up his neck, cupping his face. The tension in his face eased as he watched your tears for his plight.

"Because my monster is ruthless, but gentle. He is sad," You traced the shape of his cheek bone with your thumb, "He is so contempt with himself that it hurts me." Your breaths shuddered.

"I love him," Your lips trembled but you continued, pressing further into him, legs wrapping around his hips as you pulled him into a clumsy embrace, "Even if it hurts, please bear it."

As your voice fades to murmurs, his chin nozzles into your shoulder, claiming your comforting embrace as you continue to stroke his hair with your fingers.

Your heart ached to be with him, your hunger for his body to join with you had ebbed but sparks of it were still there. You tested the waters by wriggling your hips. A grunt left him, his head dropping to your shoulder. He whispered apologies in your ear, eyes full of sorrow and something you couldn't quite place when he pulled back. You wordlessly slipped your fingers down to slide off your remaining garment, showing yourself bare, eyes looking over him again.

His hair was tousled, dirty, tangled, but beautiful against his pale skin. His right arm was fully uncovered, his claw like hands settling on your collarbone. You took time to calm down, your breaths returning to normal. He was staring so intensly at you that he didn't seem to mind you tugging at the waistband of his underwear. He wiggled out of it as well, finally slotting himself between your thighs.

"You're sure?"

"Are you?"

Vincent breathed out shakily, nerves alight as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet but chaste kiss. You had both decided long ago to follow each other into whatever dark abyss lingered around you. You were entangled in the coals of his agony, a simmering fire that refused to sleep; a bed of coals you would rake across for one touch of his breath against your cheek. You knew in that yearning sunlit eye that stared back at you, that he felt similar.

One hand traveled to caress your face, pulling your lips back together into something deeper, a kiss that felt more like breathing.

You would take from him, he would take from you this night.

[demialwrites]

You're An Idiot

My first Rufus x Reader writing so it feels OOC now but 🤷‍♀️

The barrier materia saved you and your charge from dying as you fell from the helicopter but it didn't save you from buttloads of bruises. You couldn't help a groan every time you moved the tiniest bit.

"You've been rather frosty lately."

You focused your eyes on the man sitting opposite you. President Rufus Shinra smirked, probably doing just fine the heat with his stupid white suit. You cooked in your black suit, your Turk "uniform." You were tired, hot, and /in pain/. It robbed you of your ability to be professional. His smirk told you he thought he had the upper hand in the conversation and you were having none of it.

You counted three, long, seconds in your head before answering in the flattest tone you could muster, "I don't know what you mean, Sir."

"That hurts," he replied.

That wasn't true and you both knew it.

You were hot because of your location. You were in pain because of the fall. And you were tired because of last night.

You had gotten into the habit of obeying the president without thinking. Sometimes he made ridiculous decisions but his mind was sharp when he gave orders. You were assigned to protect Rufus and Rufus only. Too often, he dove head-first into situations that required people to catch him as he fell. Today, it was literally. So you only had his safety in mind when he summoned you to his penthouse late last night. Maybe someone had broken in?

Your keycard beeped and you innocently pushed open the door. A pair of hands slammed the door on either side of your head, arms caging you in. You blinked, startled.

"Sir...?"

Before you could even register the details of his face, his hand grabbed your chin and his lips met yours. This was wrong. But trying to listen to your conscious was like trying to hold back a flood with a thimble. It was too late, and you were opening your mouth to receive his tongue. It was then that you tasted the alcohol. This was extra wrong but you still couldn't hear your conscious screaming in the background that this won't end well, damnit.

It had been too long since anyone had come at you with any amount of passion (it was the job, it kept you too busy). You grew weak in the knees. When he pulled back, you awkwardly fell to your knees. He pretended not to notice. Instead, he placed his hand under your chin again. He hooked his other hand in his belt. Well, the one around his waist. Him standing above you and your face being roughly level with his crotch told you what he was hoping for.

"You want me, don't you?"

Your answer was to turn your head slightly and suck on his thumb. His lips parted. He maintained eye contact while fumbling to find the zipper under his jacket. 

Your phone, the treacherous little thing, chose just then to beep, announcing a message. It was probably Tseng, to boot. The sound seemed to sober Rufus in an instant. He took a step back and turned away.

"You're dismissed. Get some sleep."

You started to rise. "...Sir?'

"Get out," he spat with venom.

You scurried back to your room and didn't sleep well, spending most of the rest of your precious sleeping hours trying to figure out how much Rufus was like his father. You could be unemployed in the morning if he decided you were unfuckable.

In the morning, he pretended nothing had happened. Being friendly as usual. Which was pissed you off even more, come to think of it. At present, you were firmly not giving in to his games and replying with as attitude as you dared. If you were stuck here until help arrived, so was he. You could be scolded by Tseng later.

"...if you quit, I think Tseng might actually start crying over my safety."

This man. His joke almost made you smile. Instead of smiling, you asked hopefully, also half-jokingly, "So if I quit, you might die?"

"Ouch." He let the silence stretch, watching your face thoughtfully. Finally, he said, "I didn't want to be like my father."

That surprised you so much that you forgot about maintaining the frostiness. "But you're not!" You blurted. "I wouldn't be here if you were." The idea of spending time with the disgusting, old previous president made you shudder a little.

"Thanks." The word was devoid of the usual arrogance. Saying that meant a lot, coming from him.

It still hurt too much to move your body, so you grabbed one of the layers of his suit and began to pull him toward you. Lightly enough that he could stop you if he wanted. You kept pulling until you nearly touching foreheads. Staring into his eyes this close almost softened your resolve. "I'll give you another chance. But don't. Play. Games," you warned.

He smiled and pecked your forehead in reply. "Can't promise anything."

Even though the current issue had been resolved, you had the feeling another one was soon to pop up. You sighed, really wanting that rescue.

[crisiscutie]

I'm so glad they let Rufus give a speech, and mmm, he was giving off billionaire sugar daddy vibes, especially in that beautiful car. 😂😂

One thing I didn't get or like was how he asked Avalanche to kill Sephiroth (as if they could with the exception of Cloud). He's always been the type to do things with his own hands, so I found that a bit out of character. Tbh, everyone has been acting ooc in this game. 😅

I am curious...

About his thought process of asking the group to kill Sephiroth as well. Sure, they had some pretty impressive feats (raiding Shinra HQ, bombing the reactors, escaping from Midgar, etc) but how is he sure they can kill Sephiroth? And yes, he typically does like to handle things himself when possible. Perhaps he is just asking that to buy some time to create a plan to eliminate Sephiroth himself down the line and/or to re-stabilize Midgar meanwhile. But other than that, I love the expansion of his character and his moral grayness in Rebirth. It's probably setting the stage for his story arc in AC. And he's definitely playing Wutai and Shinra.

Honestly, not a big fan of the extra shippy scenes in Rebirth, especially those including Tifa and Aerith. There's more to their characters than just the men they're shipped with. Feels like instead of expanding their characters, the writers only just added more fuel to the obnoxious shipping wars. Hell, the shipping is so strong in this game, fucking Sephiroth got in it. I mean, the scar scene, Tifa getting swallowed by the weapon, and the tumble over the Black Materia anyone?

Tifa/Aerith friendship being explored is based, though. Should've been way more of that.

Strong hopes that 7R3 steps away from the shipping a bit, but I suspect it will be the same thing. But you know, 7R3 will not only be Tifa's game, but also Sephiroths. I'm thinking of a special someone that will be the reason why.

[starvingtongue]

ooc; other verses I wanna write up/develop:

ffvii verse for Paine: something to do with the Crimson Squad being a test group for Shinra, similar to what they did with Jenova cells and Genesis, Zack, Sephiroth, and Angeal, and Shinra wanting them to be highly trained field agents. obviously it failed, most of the Squad died on a field mission similar to that of the Den of Woe, with only Paine, Nooj, Gippal, and Baralai escaping. they split up, go on the run, maybe something akin to Nooj betraying them due to Mako poisoning, etc. etc. Paine stays on the run for 2 years and maybe ends up joining a branch of Avalanche called the Gullwings, which focuses more on recon, materia, and weapons gathering than anything else? need to flesh this out, but it's an idea.

ffviii verse for Paine: spot the theme. secret group of soliders hidden by one of the gardens, trying to figure out a better way to train child soliders that ends up going horribly wrong for all involved. Paine, Nooj, Gippal, and Baralai are the only ones to survive and go their separate ways. I'm not too sure what Paine would do after this (maybe something similar to a group like Rinoa's?). I need to replay viii at some point to figure this out. maybe she'd still be affiliated with one of the gardens, but in a different area? who knows.

ffxii verse to Leblanc: runs a crime syndicate somewhere. takes in everybody, doesn't discriminate based on where they're from or what they've done. ???. profit. needs fleshing out (obvs.), but it's an idea.

if anyone wants a thread in any of these (or any ideas for how to flesh these out), hit me up, but deets might change if and/or when they get a proper thing done.

[nimbostrxtus]

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Special Mentions

@azure-steel​ - We have not plotted together on this blog beyond a silly cloudcest gag au (that I still wanna write one of these days :3) but we chat quite a bit on discord and I love listening to you talk about your muse, FFVII as a whole, drama, and the weird shit that goes on in your personal life (someone please write a soap opera about your life. I would binge-watch the hell out of it). I hope the FFVII London Orchestra actually performs in September when things finally calm down because I would totally be ok with meeting up at the venue.

@chaton-encore​ - Thank you for poking my in chat and sending me good vibes whenever I go mute. Sometimes it’s nice to know mutuals do think about you when you need to take short breaks and I really do appreciate it. Your muse was also a pleasant suprise because I didn’t have much of an opinion on Leslie until we started talking and I grew to appreciate him for his role in the story and character depth. I also love your other FFVII muses and how well you handle writing for so many characters. 

@dreamsofasoldier​ - I love your Zack. Your portrayal is spot on to the point it’s uncanny how loyal he is to canon. Our threads give me so many emotions because I’m never experienced Cloud getting so flustered over a romantic partner in the way he fawns over yours. Also, I see a lot of you in your muse. I’m not gonna lie, the first time we properly talked in chat I had to step away from my monitor because I was smiling too much, and the first word that came to my head was, “Puppy~”

@flamedance - Roche was not a character I thought would rank very high on my favourite characters but your writing makes me want to know more about him. You’ve added so many small details and headcanons for a character who disappeared from the game just as quickly as he made his entrance. I love how you match his energy in your writing and how he has this instant effect on Cloud that is so fun to write for. XD

@floralcetra​ - I can only apologize for my lack of writing these past couple of months because I really wanna get back to our thread. Cloud and Aerith having deep discussions about their future plans against Sephiroth, subtle hints to Aerith’s fate, and their growing relationship has been very fun to write. Cloud is very protective of Aerith but is still in the progressing of getting to know what makes her tick and it’s been a delight to see them play off each other.

@hiislegacy​ - Zuti! My bae! My enabler! My problematic twin! My friend who loves all the same weird kinks and fetishes as me. I am so glad I met you on this platform because our conversations get me through the day. Your ideas, ships, starters, replies, or just shoving saucy fanart my way always gets a smile out of me every time I see you in my notifications. We don’t have a lot of threads going on this blog but I still wanted to give you a shot out. I’m only sorry I can’t keep up with all of our threads. <3

@neko-mun-rp​ - (Tackle hugs you to the ground) Your Sephiroth has been a joy to write with. I love all of our aus and the different versions of Sephiroth you come up with for every single scenario. I love Naga Seph. I love Redeemed Seph. I love Chocobo Breeder Seph. I love all Sephs. So soft. So sweet. I hope to get back to writing replies soon because watching you reply to all my threads in a matter of minutes is the best feeling any writing partner could wish for.

@pacifistghost / @onewingedxngel​ - Firstly, I love all of your muses, both canon and ocs. It’s been so much fun getting to know each and everyone one of your characters and coming up with unique scenarios to plot out with them. Secondly, I would be honoured if you wanted to meet up at the FFVII London Orchestra venue when they stop moving the date back (crosses fingers for the new September date).

@pulchralilium - We haven’t been writing for very long but I’ve been enjoying our thread because you took a silly self-indulgent au and gave it depth. I honestly was not expecting that and I love you all the more for it. Aerith approaching Cloud to help with her confidence and Cloud being her reluctant dance teacher. I want to get back to writing soon because I wanna see him starting to warm up to Aerith and looking forward to her next appointment.

@somethingxgreater - Congratulations on being the first (and only) non-ffvii muse I have interacted with since I started this blog. Your writing is amazing and I'm touched by how often you send things into my ask box. Yuna is a sweetheart and Cloud certainly feels a connection with her that reminds him of home. Her soft demeanour but fierce optimism and acceptance of his sudden arrival has garnered his interest (and he would probably fight sin itself when he learns of her pre-determined fate).

@starlightbrawler - My Tifa! My waifu! I’ve been enjoying writing with your muse and exploring Tifa and Cloud’s relationship in-between the main plot of the game and drifting away from canon as their bond grows stronger. I’ve never felt Cloud get so overprotective of another muse, especially one who is more than capable of taking care of himself. But he just wants to keep her safe so badly and is ready to throw hands with every man who dares to approach her. He just loves her so much <3  

[justapeskyninja]

Sorry for the lack of absence literally finished business coursework that's the game of my existence but it's all finally done. Between that and 40hr plus work week things been tiresome. D:

BUT get ready to see more of me come Friday due to 'vacation' so gonna play catch up. ♥️

Also howdy to any new peeps.

[gatheringstars]

I was just thinking about Hojo and how he’d probably be very interested in studying Lightning what with her being from another world and all.

[khxdaj]

;;If anyone wants my Discord just HMU in dms or ask or something, all in all I’m looking to make new friends in the fandom, and also hope to get more comfortable and stop being so shy here.

[shinrarisen]

what's cissnei's favorite materia type?

Anons Always Welcome! <3 

She doesn’t use much materia and vastly prefers to rely on Rekka, if at all possible, but she has fit her shuriken with a selection of them, changing her choices out to suit the missions she’s being assigned to. Out of all of them, though, she’s quite partial to fire and constantly keeps a Fira and Firaga on her, just in case she needs them. Second place for her would likely be a tossup between Thunder and Wind - Just because they can hit at a long distance target when she can’t throw Rekka that far!

[sakurarisen]

Just a logged note - Sera’s had some FC updating! <3 With a pretty new border from @honorisen​ I love to death, I’ve decided to change up a couple things on Sera’s FCs!

I’ll now be using two sets of faceclaims for her depending on thread setting/fandom, but aside from adding a new one, I haven’t changed them and will continue to be using the same three I have been right along. Under this, Sonia and Winry will be Sera’s FCs for things unrelated to FF, especially for anime and manga based settings/verses, while Lyse and a newly added to the list Lunafreya will be her FCs for all things FF, with a mix of the two sets for completely original settings like the Spellbound verse.

I dislike using anime faces for FF related settings, as the contrast is a bit jarring for me, but I haven’t been able to make or find enough of Lyse to feel like I have enough - and so the choice has been made to add Lunafreya as a kind of supplement to round out my icons for Sera. Lyse will, however, continue to be the main FC. <3

It’s gonna be a bit before I get everything switched over to the new border, both here and for Sera’s son Shayan at @legacydriven​ (who also got a new border to match his parents), so please pardon the dust as things get tidied up! <3

~Pomberry

[imnevergonnagiveyouup]

I don’t know friends, but if this is what the planet sounds like screaming and telling Bugen that it’s suffering I honestly wonder how Aeris kept it together at all. I know she says she hears voices, emphasis on the voices later on in the game especially when in the temple, but if Bugen is exposed to these “agonizing screams for help” then I don’t doubt they reach Aeris as well. And that makes me feel so bad for her, because all her roots/cetra lineage has brought to her has been pain and loss and even when she’s young we see her denying that and lying saying that she didn’t hear anything that it all wasn’t true. So much so that Elmyra would budge and ignore those strange moments or act like she didn’t see something.

[cnewingedangel]

Tag Dump

[nimbostrxtus]

Warning: Incoming Rant

I don't give a fuck which ship is canon. I don't care if you think Cloti was endgame from the very beginning or whether Clerith is a tragic romance Cloud will never move on from. I really don't give a fuck.

FFVII is one of those rare games that effectively incorporates a dating mechanic into its world without shoving the other love interests out of the story. It's brilliant and I love the game all the more because Aerith and Tifa contribute to the overarching storyline regardless if you pursue them.

I'm not here for the romance. I like the feature but that's not why I love this game. I love FFVII because it is a game ultimately about loss and grief, but also about hope and healing. That's what makes the game so memorable to me, because each character has been hurt in the past and is dealing with personal baggage that they have to overcome. And I think that's beautiful.

If I cared about canon I wouldn't have made an rp blog.