#FF VII

[kisukeronin]

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By ﾏｷﾑﾗｼｭﾝｽｹ

[genesis-rhapsodass]

Catastrophic event, no survivors

[poritora]

YEAH I AM NEVER GONNA SHUT UP ABT THEM

[videogamequeens]

Weirdo…

[bigdumbapple]

Go ahead, Square Enix, give those SOLDIER men body hair. You won't—

But seriously. You can not tell me that men, especially like Angeal and Zack, don't have the thickest body hair on Gaia.

(This statement is approved by a Sicilian-American man.)

[cruelangel94]

Happy Birthday Aerith ~

Artist By Seraphily

[miragee19]

[rei-is-hiding]

[devils-hot-flesh]

Claudia 🌸

[antari]

cloud doodles

[thorntopieces]

country boy cloud who does his damnest to lose his accent when he first gets to midgar, half because he gets teased for it and half because the uppity midgar born and raised just can't understand his nibel-accented common. he's in midgar to become a SOLDIER, and sentiments from back home can't help him so he tries to kill the accent and doesn't speak the nibel language unless he's completely alone

meeting zack changes everything - zack's been in midgar long enough that his native gongagan accent has softened a little, some words pronounced differently in accordance with midgar common. but it's still there and he's proud of it, having learnt from angeal and genesis that having an accent isn't bad. only with zack does cloud allow himself to truly speak without worrying about his vowels being clear enough

zack's death changes everything. his brain jumbles, wires crossing wrongly and hurting. he reverts to the overly clean, overly forced midgar common - the sounds of it clear in his head from listening to so many of sephiroth's radio speeches in his youth. it becomes impossible for him to speak with the nibel accent and even his nibel language sounds odd. the midgar common becomes his default

but it's not entirely perfect and when it isn't, it's wrong. instead of defaulting to a nibel-tinted common when upset he now mimics zack's gongagan almost perfectly. it unsettles tifa and aerith both for different reasons

he can't answer any questions about it when asked, only knows that he speaks nibel still but also enough gongagan to converse comfortably (or at least as comfortable as he can ever be during a social interaction). when travelling around mideel, the locals ask him where he learnt banoran mideelian and he can't answer (zack knew it, zack taught him some, it's in his memories, forced to the front when triggered)

having his memories sorted out with the help of tifa, the dissociative amnesia barriers lowered but not entirely gone, lets the nibel accent come out in full force again. it's even stronger than tifa's and while the crew really has no business being surprised by anything he does anymore (hasn't he been so inconsistent that they should be taking anything in stride now?), they get really caught off guard by it

it's not always perfect and consistency is something cloud will never have, and some days the nibel accent is unaccessible to him, some days he defaults to midgar common and some days he doesn't speak at all because no matter what comes out of his mouth it won't be right. but that doesn't matter

[kisukeronin]

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By Dice

[usermischief]

[poritora]

Final fantasy 7 except Aerith and Sephiroth peak siblingism🔥🔥🔥

[monstertreden]

「RUFUS'S EXPENSIVE CAKE ORDER 」

-Reader: Written with a female reader in mind -TW: none -Character: Reno (Final Fantasy 7) -Summary: Rufus decided to purchase a unique tower cake to celebrate his successful new board meeting, leaving Reno with the task of safely retrieving it. -Word count : 774 -A/N: This is my first time writing, thus forgive me for some grammatical errors or if I didn’t exactly nail Reno’s character🧍‍♀️I'm open to any feedback! I need to get back on my FF7 old hypetrain

It’s another lazy afternoon at the Turks’ headquarters in Midgar. Everyone else had been dismissed hours ago and, since then, you’ve been texting Elena about the new shop you recently visited. Just now everything seemed so peaceful— oh so peaceful—until Reno bursts through the door, stumbling over his own feet and nearly crashing into the meeting table. His signature red hair is messier than usual... was that sour cream on his goggles..?

 As soon as he stumbled, he quickly recomposed himself and adjusted the stray strands of hair that had fallen in front of his face, trying to look cool despite his grand entrance. "Alright-, listen- up pretty! We... got abitofasituationonourhands." He catches his breath and sits up beside you on the comfortable leather sofa, his arm draped over the backrest as he crosses his legs.

The gears in your head take a moment to process his words, then it hits you. You glance at him “Reno… shouldn’t you be working, instead of—whatever this is?” You gesture to his dishevelled appearance, plucking a strawberry from his hair. “Did you crash a wedding?”

“Pssh, nahh, plus I’m always workin’, no time for weddings...Heyy, listenn, hear me out, 'cause this is extremely serious” He leans in closer, a very exaggerated, overly dramatic, stare painted on his face, hands inching closer to the sides of your head, before impulsively shaking it.

“It’s the cake!”

“The hell are you talking about-“

"-A cake emergency!” Reno cuts you off “Rufus ordered this, like, super deluxe, tower cake from that fancy bakery in Sector 1, right? It’s that kind of cake that costs more than our week's pay combined! But here’s the thing—Tseng’s definitely gonna kill me if I bring this to him."

"Wait, you’re delivering cakes now? Did Tseng promote you to be Rufus’s personal Uber driver?"

“It’s not ‘delivering,’ alright? It’s more like escorting— see, it’s a top-priority mission.”

He says it with an air of importance, puffing out his chest, but then quickly deflates as he realizes the state of the cake box he put on the table, the bakery label on it is so faded it’s unreadable.

"But I... kinda...smashed it..."

Reno sulks, holding the slightly crumpled cake box like it’s a priceless treasure, while you burst into laughter.

“You’re kidding, right? Ohhh, he’s going to be soooo mad.”

“Look, it’s still edible!” He taps the wrinkled package “It’s just, you know... restructured.”

He opens the box, revealing the once-perfect cake in a state of complete chaos. Macarons and strawberries are scattered everywhere, and the longer you stare at it, the more it resembles an abstract art piece than a cake.

"Yeah, good luck explaining that to Tseng—let alone Rufus.”

Reno, completely unfazed, grins at you as if he has a brilliant plan.

“That’s where you come in! You’re good at talking to people, aren't you? My favorite schemer! You just gotta, you know, help me spin this whole thing. Maybe we can blame Rude or something. He won’t mind. We could smash the cake on his bald head..."

He says it with a casual wave of his hand, as if throwing his partner under the bus is no big deal.

“Yeahh, no thanks. This one’s all yours, buddy. Have fun with that. I’m not taking the blame for your mess if we get caught.”

The redhead groans and slumps back on the sofa. "Man, I was hoping you’d go along with me. How can you not agree to this?”

Just then, your phone buzzes. Expecting another text from Elena, you glance down, only to see a message from Rude pop up instead:

Rude: "That idiot dropped the cake, didn’t he? Rufus is getting impatient with each passing minute"

"Rude’s onto you."

"Of course he is..."

With a sigh and a big cat stretch, Reno stands up, grabbing the cake box with a determined look, despite its sorry state.

"Alright, alright, I’ll fix this. Maybe if I just... slap it back together? Yeah, yeah, that’ll do. Thanks for the pep talk. You can keep whatever fell out of my hair! …Maybee give me a call if I don’t make it back in, let’s say... 40 minutes, m’kay?"

And with that, Reno rushes out of Tusk's headquarters, shouting back as the cake box nearly slips from his hands. “But if this works, you owe me a nice, expensive dinner!”.

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His plan was bound to fail, regardless of what he attempted.

[bardic-tales]