#askreevetuesti

[soulcluster-moved]

@ask-reeve-tuesti​ : Ship Bias! Cid Highwind! // send ship bias >> accepting!!

Reeve

Barret 

Sephiroth (I got to ship it once long ago and it was so good)

Tifa

???

I guess I don’t really have a full 5. generally other tech-minded individuals or people who just...balance him out or get him. idk how to explain it. cid is cid and I love him

[hydraulics-are-sexy]

@animus-inspire

These things did not slip by his notice, it was pretty hard not to see in fact, especially given his own proclivities. Shalua, like himself, did not spend too much attention on frivolous things. There were other things she would instead be intently focussed upon, such as her work at the W.R.O. Or her reason to live.

However he had noticed her wearing new heels on more than a few occasions.

Of course, many a time she would be happy tinkering away in flats, sometimes with her laces absently dangling loose of their knotting. But when she wanted to, she flipped the switch and went complete bombshell in those strappy heels. Sometimes even when it was hardly the most sensible option.

Oh yes, Reeve noticed each and every time.

His every instinct was to gift her something useful; specialist upgrading to her tools for her bioengineering, a new computer station or perhaps more conversation time developed with Jils. Heck, a random monster cub to add to her waifs and strays was more like what was to be expected of the terribly practical and allegedly unromantic man. Reeve didn’t even do Valentine’s Day.

And yet here he was, hovering in the doorway to her lab with a wrapped package containing a pair of large-sized, but still extremely feminine and seductive, heels. Practically ready to turn on his own and back out of this momentary lapse in apparent sanity. Though that little voice continues to chimes out in his head.

Och but the lassie doesnae do much for herself… tis the least ye can do…

She looks at the box with light bewilderment, eye seeking curiously upwards like a confused puppy. “For me? Why?” Remembering dates was never a forte for this one. The last she’d seen sunlight was two days ago too.

[finalhxaven]

Amaryllis: what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in? how do they express that pride? || Goldenrod: does your muse believe in luck or fortune? why or why not? where do they believe these things come from? || Iris: if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind, what would it be? || Peony: what would a ‘happy life’ look like in your muse’s eyes?

Amaryllis: My muse takes pride in others. Though Tifa is capable of having pride in herself for developing certain skills, such as martial arts or bartending, true pride that makes her feel accomplished and whole comes from assisting others and bearing witness to their improvements. Much like a mother caring for their child, Tifa is the kind of person to praise others for their hard work and have pride in watching them develop and improve. 

Goldenrod: Tifa does not believe in luck or fortune. She’ll still take part in sayings like “What bad luck” or “That was dumb luck.” But she philosophically admonishes the idea of luck or fate. This is due to early events in her childhood as well as all that has occured with ShinRa and how personal lives have been afflicted due to ShinRa’s decision. If this was by design, why believe in a design at all? Rather than succumb to the idea that all is preordained, she demands and asserts her own power to be able to change the path laid out before her. 

In turn, this is also why she feels so strongly about all of her friend’s deaths; it feels as though fate is torturing her and them. 

Iris: One of my favorite songs I use for Tifa and Aerith’s relationship is “Sakura Nagashi” by Utada Hikaru. It aptly explains her point of view towards Aerith, but in particular the last lines are the most poignant as a message to her: “There is love at the end of everything.”

She would say this to her, but she would have wanted to say it just before she dies. Because there is this absolute terror, trauma that keeps her up at night. A thought that sometimes creeps in when she doesn’t want it; 

Was Aerith scared just before she died?

Peony: Externally, it’s the happy family life you see in the picture at the end of AC. Where everyone comes to visit and has their own space to crash and enjoy good food, nice music. Share about their day to her, tell her what they aspire for towards the future. 

Internally, there is no such thing. Tifa never shares what ails her internally, does not express the empty sensation she feels in her chest. But in truth, she feels it deserved; there is no such thing as a wrap everything up nicely happy ending for her, as this hollow feeling is the consequence of her own choices, of her actions that led up to this content point she is in now. 

But she also understands that her own happiness is not something to strive for. It’s not about her. And she never wants it to be. 

[pctatcs-museical-mcss]

@ask-reeve-tuesti​ 

“Ah, Mr.Reeve! Kitty Shee! I didn’t realize you both would be visiting the bar today. You just missed mama, she ran out on a few short errands. Said something about getting some things done before you guys arrived.”

He went behind the bar, pausing to give his favorite robot kitty a pat on the head.

“Can I get you anything to drink while we wait for mama to return, Mr. Reeve?”

[urbdev-assistant]

☯ ♣ ☺ ☂ ♪♩♫

Questions for the Mun - accepting

☯ Is there a muse you've always wanted to play?

lol inadvertently touched on this in my last answer, but MARLENE. I keep a journal of sh*t my 5-year-old says. It’s actually quite inspiring sometimes.

Also, I’ve thought about a Shera blog. I guess I have a thing for cute assistants...

♣ Is there an author(s) that you look up to with your writing skills?

YES! Before starting to RP, I checked out a number of blogs for insight, and I found myself really inspired by how well Han fleshed out Heidegger (@dogsof-war). Melissa (@stingslikeabee) was also a huge inspiration, being an OC. But honestly, it feels weird to even call out a few people because everyone? Is so talented? Like I swear everywhere I turn y’all are spinning magical threads.

☺ What's a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?

Answered in a previous ask! But as I think about it more, I also want to add Cid Highwind and Shera to that list! Vincent and Yuffie too!

☂ How does your muse spend a rainy day? How do you spend a rainy day?

Let’s be honest - even if it’s raining, Rita’s probably working. Every now and then she’ll spy out the windows to watch it fall, and try not to think about the ways the rain exposes Midgar’s crumbling infrastructure.

Mun, on the other hand, lives in a very dry, hot place that does not get rain often. When it DOES rain, it’s an EVENT. Like, sit outside and marvel at the fact it’s actually raining kind of event. (I LOVE when it actually rains!)

♪♩♫ Does music inspire your muse? What's one song on your playlist that reminds you of your muse?

Rita would say she’s more inspired by art than music, but she does enjoy gentle melodies. She far prefers instrumental music.

Mun is a huge nerd and 1) does not know anything about contemporary music, 2) mostly listens to music from television/video games that is 3) instrumental. So I don’t know there’s any specific track that reminds me of muse. Though, fun fact, the song that plays while Rita and Reeve talk in his office is a slowed down version of Cait Sith’s theme... so probably that?

[turkoftheslums]

@ask-reeve-tuesti replied to your post “@that-turk-laney​ asked:  �� Presentation Meme I Cannot Find”

Why *16* paperclips? Uno too...

So the paperclips: He mainly uses them in the office to keep paperwork together and will restock them, but in the field he will use them for picking locks, minor property damage, small electrical conductors for things like traps and inconveniences, and adjusting settings on his EM Mines - so naturally, he’s gonna go through them pretty quickly. Also can you just imagine the look on people’s faces as you pull out paperclip after paperclip from your pockets? Worth it

The Uno cards are just to be an asshole, like, say he’s surrounded and someone goes “Hahahaha, you’re screwed. Might as well give up now” so he’ll pull out a reverse card and say “No you” before beating the crap out of them all - he changes out the colours on occasion when he feels like it, but he will almost always have a red one on him

[talesfantastic]

ask-reeve-tuesti replied to your post: Multimuse Survey

// would love to hear more about your Genesis and Reeve bff thoughts…

I’ve had the pleasure to explore this with a couple close friends - mostly off Tumblr, admittedly - so I can say that there’s some common threads that go through Reeves that really appeal to my Genesis.

Reeve’s extremely intelligent. He’s well spoken. He’s clever. He’s got hidden depths. He has a (sometimes more, sometimes less) “hidden” whimsical side. He has extremely interesting magic, especially for a civilian - and oh, that’s a wishlist, that Genesis meets Cait and, via his own acute magic senses realizes he’s alive?! (and of course Reeve, in turn, would proooobably be able to realize that not all Gen’s magic is from materia, evening the playing field)

And well... can’t all of the above be said of for Genesis? He’s a lot of flash and fire and fronting but I think Reeve of all people - if he wanted to - could look past it and see that there’s so much more to Genesis. And god, does Gen need a level head in his life that he hasn’t learned to tune out. How differently might CC have gone with him having a friend/confidante who wasn’t also affected by Project J?

Seriously though, Genesis also provides a potential friend he could meet through work but also give Reeve a friend outside his usual locked-into-work-mode. He’s someone who understands being... different in ways that have you ever wary of the Science Department, and can damn well sure be trusted not to reveal that, while becoming a confidante and also an excuse/way to hide exploring magic-related things.

...I realize I’m rambling, but ah, I have a lot of feels about these two. XD If you want more, I’d happily pop into your DMs!

[thegenesisrhapsodos]

🎃 – a kiss in costume on Halloween: There is something to be said about realism, more to dive into when it comes to mythological lore in contrast. Tis the season. There is a cat, black and white, for sure. There is also something else. A death joker, though perhaps he should have just stayed with a game over. Reeve nonetheless grins at Genesis, all bad memories of wrong surnames and dentist chairs dissipating. He leans forward, knowing he'll go to hell...

Genesis didn’t quite enjoy Halloween parties. He tolerated them, but that was as far as it went. He didn’t really like people making complete fools of themselves under the pretense of costuming, and this run was no different.

He was swirling the thick, alcoholic liquid in his glass as he sat propped against the bar when he saw Reeve approaching. He looked... disheveled, to put it kindly, and Genesis found himself wondering just how drunk he was. When Reeve stepped into his personal space, Genesis was annoyed but not particularly alarmed.

“Can I help you--”

The words hardly managed to leave him, that he’d found himself kissed. Eyes went wide, and Genesis pushed a hand firmly into the other’s chest, pushing him away at an arm’s length.

“What on earth has gone into you?”

[forgottenlivinglegacy-blog]

❛ I guess i’ll just clean up your mess again huh ? ❜ Reeve pinched the bridge of his nose. It was not often he was in contact with the irrepressible Zack Fair of SOLDIER (well, aside from boring Shinra updates, that is). Yet another message pinged over to him from Director Deusericus and well, here he was. By his lucky sevens though the City Planning Director sincerely hoped this would not start another precedent... As if he didn't have enough on his plate (Midgar plate, to be specific).

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 !@ask-reeve-tuesti​

Right. Blame it on him– of course, they would. Zack felt extremely guilty– this was of course, his fault and he knew it. That didn’t make it easy for him to admit, that things had gotten out of control. It wasn’t something that needed to be said, all you had to do was look around. Ash where buildings had once stood and homes. The fires were being put out as of now. He stood there in silence, looking at the rubble and broken street. He let out a sigh–  His anger rising slowly. What the hell did Reeve and Shinra expect?! He was only ONE SOLDIER. 

“Let me ask ya a question. Has it ever occurred to you or the higher ups, that sending one man, to take down a large group of criminals– is insane? If I would have had back up.. from anyone, this wouldn’t have happened. Not in this degree anyway. So next time –before sending just one of us out, maybe think about sending some of the 2nd to back us up.” Zack let out a loud sigh. “No.. M’ gonna stay N’ help.. clean up my mess. Since ya know.. no one ELSE, was involved other then me and a bunch of thugs.” He then turned to face him, narrowing his eyes slightly. “You’re  lucky you’re only dealin’ with broken objects and not a massacre. No one died here.” 

[hydraulics-are-sexy]

Reeve moves in, quietly so as not to disturb her focus, sidling in closer to perch himself on the edge of a desk. After some time watching her, debating his words, he clears his throat and asks, "I never caught your father's name. He worked in one of Shinra's construction teams, correct?" [wherein Eli has been reading your HC and wonders if dad knew a young Reeve at all xD]

Søren The tinkering stops. She looks over her glasses, one eyebrow raised in silent question at the apparent randomness of the question.

“You expect me to dig up my past without even a coffee in tow?” she teased, her tone sharp, though amusement was glinting in her eyes for those that knew better.

Her eye fixes down on the coupling being mended and upgraded. “Søren. Søren Rui. We lived in sector 7, dad went back and forth between sectors 5 and 8, working wherever he was needed. He did electrical wiring for residential and office buildings as far as I remember” she shares anyway, quietly enjoying the company.

[finalhxaven]

❓

Send ❓  and my muse will answer all questions honestly.    

Does my muse trust yours?  That’s a hard question for her right now. But by any and all means, she LIKES Reeve as a person.

Does my muse dislike yours? Not in the least.

Would my muse kill someone for yours? No. 

Would my muse kill your muse? No

Would my muse save yours? Yes

Does my muse find your muse attractive? Yes, Reeve is such a charmer in a way that’s really practical and appeals to Tifa particular.

Is my muse disgusted by yours? In one respect she was, but not anymore. Now she’s just conflicted and having a hard time letting go.

would my muse go on a date with your muse?  A friendly date to a cafe yes

would my muse kiss yours?  She’s unsure.

would my muse betray yours?  She’s still hurt by how it was done to her friends in the past, and to herself. But no, she would not betray Reeve.

my muse’s favorite thing about yours is ____The diplomatic way they handle Edge

the thing my muse dislikes about yours is___The complicated air that arises when talking about what happened in the past. They NEED to talk about what he did in order to move on. But Tifa isn’t sure how to bring it up, or if she even wants to because they’re finally establishing something akin to a real friendship. Without need of addressing the elephant in the room. 

[petitepistol]

Elena / Reeve [participated in this pairing once (very lightly) but want to see what you say! Thanks!]

ooc; okay so this one is easy

several of the encounters of the game set up elena as the one who is filing reports. this sets her up as a point of contact for all sorts of logistical legwork and contact coordination. we also know through that bit with marlene the gang is working together to kidnap children, ostensibly for the greater good. it would make sense for her to have interactions with reeve since he has infiltrated AVALANCHE via cait sith. she also comes off as the least threatening turk, so he'd probably be reasonably comfortable with her because, at heart, reeve is a well-meaning neolib over his head in a vicious corporate culture. one she hasn't completely acclimated to yet, as it happens

in the post-game environment i have always thought it was weird elena continued to do turk shit and her behavior in the light novels is erratic, something i chalk up to them having lost her trust through the whole "oh yeah your sister is alive and we just didn't tell you" shit that gets pulled. dirge sets rufus up as funding the WRO from behind the scenes, but i doubt he would do that without some sort of direct involvement. placing elena in a liaison position would be a great way to kill two birds with one stone, so as a to keep an eye on his investments in the WRO and keep elena from wreaking havoc in the home office via malicious compliance

bam some no brainer dynamics to set up a ship with

[urbdev-assistant]

I read fic, I love it, you like things, I like things, we talk, I nudge... ta-da~~!

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lol this is basically how it went, so succinct :D

You are responsible for me even role playing! So thank you.

[turkoftheslums]

🏆 This is the Amazing Person Award 🏆 ✨💚 Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out 💚✨ :P ♥

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[talesfantastic]

“Bless you. Don’t tell me that’s allergies.” [Lazard! :D]

“I do actually have allergies,” Lazard defended, wrinkling his nose. “It could be.”

Only allergies seldom made him cough, or his throat hurt, and it didn’t explain the headache or any of the assorted other aches. Not that Reeve needed to hear that list of complaints. And not that he intended to admit as much, not when he had so much to do…

[finalhxaven]

“There’s always a seat open for you." 

Reeve had to admit, he had always felt a bit like an outsider. Though he works tirelessly to support the building of homes, of communities, the last time he could honestly say that he had personally felt a sense of belonging was when he had been but a wee bairn with his family. This sense of disconnect and watching from the sidelines had been felt even more keenly at the start of his journey with Cloud, Tifa and the rest of the motley crew. He had been a spy, a traitor after all, anonymously sitting behind his desk letting you-know-who spin his fortunes and into their lives.

However, though he has yet to shrug off the sensation completely, things have certainly improved. He has learned to open up a little, to rely on the people he can call friends and companions as much as they rely upon him. The process of acceptance has been gradual but, after all they have been through together, it was little wonder that the bonds have grown so strong.

It still did not stop him from feeling a soft sense of surprise in receiving that message from Tifa and her words have him smiling, somewhat bemused that she would even think to send a message his way. He knows how busy she was nowadays. But then Tifa always did look out for all of them, and was highly perceptive when tending to other’s needs. Even if she should really take care of her own a little more he thought. The 7th Heaven menu that the barmaid had attached to the message had made Reeve’s stomach gurgle in protest from the recent lack of nourishment.

Well now, he supposed he could spare a little time out of his day…

Making his way down to the bar, which gave off a very homely atmosphere he also had to admit, the Commissioner enters and moves to take a seat, giving a little wave down the bar as she turns, "Hello Tifa, I hope you are well? I must say, your message came at just the right time. I fear my stomach is about to incite a riot and your current menu looks absolutely delicious.” He dips his head slightly with a smile, voice softer, “And… I appreciate you thinking of me.”

// couldn’t resist, don’t feel you need to continue! But if you do, hey :3

☆ White noise of radio static stirred in time with the sway of her wrist to ladle. She hummed softly, leaned in and felt the steam rise to greet her cheeks. In the late afternoons before bar opened, there was a satisfying sensation to open doors and smell the aromatic spices in air. Where ceiling fan lazily turned, where candles adorned in the middle of simple table placements. No one was in yet. Her apron was off. Had gotten sauce all over it. Thyme sprinkled from her hands along the pork. Something bubbled from a pot on back burner. 

Trays on side counter. She breathed soft sigh before moving back to the front, carrying cutlets and chicken on different sized plates. When door chime ringed twice, chin raised and a warm smile spread on lips. “Well, look at this stranger.” 

Bare hands. She had washed them but they still smelled of cooking. Intertwined as she lay elbows to her counter, short nod had. “I’m pretty well. And you came at the right time.” 

There was a certain charm to be had when dealing with a business that consisted of mostly talking; both in hands and in eyes. To entice others for another drink meant using different wiles on different customers. And so she was one to regard for information as well as for... Let’s call it beckoning a stray cat to having its milk. Complex creatures with minds of their own, but surely still a need some kind of familiarity. Whether it’s a bowl of milk or a meal here or there, at some point there would be the offer taken. If it took a month or a year. It all depended on the cat.

On the person.

On the cat?

On the... Person controlling the cat. 

So much changed in short amount of time. Where the rustic futuristic city collapsed in on itself, arose monochromatic future of buildings and people. A memory everyone shared, no matter where on the globe. And here sat a man who patiently picked what pieces he saw as useful and made something out of it. Rubble turned to town. World building at fingertips. But to what sacrifice? Little was known about the man behind the crowned cat they spoke to. What better way to entice both then the idea of a home cooked meal. 

“Just finished up with pork. Chicken’s stuffed with spinach. And pieces for a hot pot later are almost prepped. Getting ready for the dinner rush. But would you like to have a sample of each?”